Nikki Sixx prys himself on being in the sleaziest dirtiest rock band Motley Crue. He is considered the bad boy of Rock 'n Roll and has a reputation that proves it. He meets the highest-paid fashion model in the world, Iman Darlington who is the comp...
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I woke up for what felt like the hundredth time tonight, though in reality, it was probably just the fifth. The soft cries of Julius filled the room, and I huffed, rubbing my eyes before swinging my legs over the edge of the bed. His crib, just a few feet away from where I slept, felt both too close and too far in moments like this
I shuffled over, bending down to pick up his tiny, wriggling body, cradling him against my chest. His face was scrunched up, mouth open as he searched for comfort. I sat down in the old rocking chair by the window, pulling the front of my shirt down to feed him. As soon as he latched on, I leaned my head back against the chair, closing my eyes.
It's exhausting. God, how do moms do this? My mom raised four of us on her own, and I swear she never seemed this tired. I don't know how any woman can handle the constant waking up, the endless crying, the aching body. It's like living in a never-ending loop. I wonder if it ever gets easier, but something tells me that answer isn't comforting.
The creak of the bed behind me caught my attention, and I peeked over at Nikki. He was watching me, one eye open, his lips curled into that trademark smirk.
"You're so beautiful, you know that?" he whispered, voice thick with sleep and something else... affection, maybe.
I rolled my eyes, looking down at Julius, who seemed much more interested in my breast than whatever compliment Nikki was trying to throw my way.
"For once, I know you're lying," I muttered, shifting a little to make myself more comfortable.
The rocking chair moved gently beneath me, the motion soothing, but not enough to stop the exhaustion from pulling at my limbs.
Nikki tossed the blanket off and got up, walking over to me and grabbing a chair from the dresser. He pulled it close, sitting down next to me, his eyes fixed on Julius, who was suckling contentedly.
"I can't believe this human came out of you." He said, awe in his voice.
"Don't remind me," I groaned, shifting Julius slightly as his tiny hands grabbed at my shirt. "Why are you even awake?" I furrowed my brows at him, tired and not in the mood for whatever he was doing.
Nikki chuckled softly, shaking his head. "What? Am I not allowed to watch the mother of my child feed my son?"
I shook my head, half in disbelief, half in annoyance. "Honestly, if I were you, I'd stay asleep."
His hand reached out, and he gently brushed his fingers over Julius' soft head.
"Well, I'm leaving for our tour soon. Won't get to see him like this. I want to stay awake as long as I can."
That pulled at something inside me, even though I was too tired to process it fully. Julius started to let go of my nipple, and I huffed, lifting him to my shoulder to burp him. The rhythmic pats on his back felt like another chore in the endless list of things that motherhood had thrown at me.
