Without you - Nikki Sixx fan fiction

Ch81 continued Stormy turns 8 pt2

********ALL WARNINGS APPLY. This is actually still ch81 pt2

Nikki- The next morning I got woken up by Stormy jumping on the
futon. I popped my eyes opened when she decided to sit on me and
then tried to pry my eye lids opened. "Storm honey what are you
doing?"

"Making sure you're awake. Mommy said you have to get up so you can
take me to get party stuff."

I took her hands in mine. "She did. What time is it?"

"7:30."

"God child what have you been eating? I think your growing in your
sleep." She giggled when I tossed her off me and then started to
tickle her.

"Daddy when do you go back on tour?" Storm asked me while we were
shopping for the party stuff. Our little ritual. It gave us our time
alone to bond before her big party.

"Uh I think management has something for sometime in April. Not
sure. It's a bit away and they want to hold back a little. Build up
the excitement that the Crue is back and all. Why baby?"

"Is Uncle Tommy going to be home when Pam has her baby?"

"I'm sure we'll be home for that. I don't think anything in this
world can keep your Uncle from missing that."

"When she going to have the baby?"

"Um I think she's do in June. Not sure. Why you asking?"

"How come we can't see her?"

"Baby why you asking?" I said stopping and squatting down to her
level.

"Is she going to die?" She had this sad look on her face. "This girl
in my class says that she heard on the news that the baby is making
her sick so she can't get out of bed. Is she going to die?"

"No baby girl. She's not going to die and she's not really all that
sick. Its just she wants to take precaution and she really doesn't
need the stress of the press right now either. So that's why she's
in bed. See stress can hurt the mother and the baby."

"Like when mommy was pregnant with the twins?"

"Yeah something like that."

"Can we call her then?"

"Yeah. I thought you didn't really like her?"

"She's ok. She's not Aunt Heather but she makes Uncle Tommy happy." I
laughed a little and pulled out my cell and called Tommy.

"Hey uh Storm want to talk to Pam. She's worried about her."

"Why is she worried about Pam?"

"Don't know man. She said her friend in school told her that she
heard something on the news saying that the baby is making her ill
or something. She asked if she was going to die."

"Put her on." I handed the phone to her and we sat in the
McDonald's. She smiled a little.

"Thank you. You didn't have to do that. Oh. You can't come. Because
Aunt Heather is coming. Oh boy." She handed me the phone back.

"Hey."

"Don't hey me man. What does she mean I can't come because Heathers
going to be there?"

"Just exactly that dude. Went to see Heather and she practically
begged to come so she could see the twins. I can't help it that her
and Beth are still best friends."

"Yeah well you looked pretty chummy with her at Sasha's funeral. Are
you holding something back from me and Beth that I might want to
know about?"

"Oh yeah like I would really do anything with Heather bro. I'm not
that kind of friend that would go behind his best friends back and
take advantage of his grieving wife. Dude don't show up whatever you
got for Stormy I'll get from you later. Richie's going to be with
Heather." I hung up on him when he went off saying 'That is fucked
up dude.'

"Did you say Riches going to be with her?" Stormy said and I shock
my head yes at her and she grabbed my hand. "Come on lets go. Forget
the stupid supplies." She started to get really excited. "Richie's
better then the band. I like his voice. Daddy have you heard his
solo CD?"

"I didn't know he had one."

"Well now you do. He sings better then Jon."

"Mm I'll have to listen to that sometime." She practically dragged me
out of the store. When we got home everyone jumped out and yelled
surprise. All but Beth. I looked around after hugging
Heather. "Where's Beth?"

"Come with me." Heather said.

"You see the twins yet?"

"Yep. They have your looks."

"Ah but they have Beth's green eyes." She laughed.

"Your's are hazel so they could have your eyes. Their cute. I feel
for you. Wow a teenager, an eight-year-old, an adopted son who's what
one in a half and seven-month-old twins. How the hell do you do it?" We had adopted Ryan but at that time we hadn't adopted him yet with him being with his dad.

"Take it one day at a time. New motto keep me from going in sane and
doing drugs again."

"How's your eye?"

"Fine had worst. Where we going?" I said. She took me out back over
to the studio. We walked in and Beth was sitting there at the sound
control holding her head sobbing with the phone on her shoulder.