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 couldn't sit still on the flight. Julius was fast asleep in my arms, his pacifier bobbing with each soft breath, but my mind was doing flips. The closer we got to Fort Lauderdale, the tighter my stomach knotted. I couldn't believe I was doing this. Flying out to surprise Nikki on tour for his 40th birthday. It was Vince's idea. He called me two weeks ago, whispering in that mischievous tone of his, "You know he's gonna be miserable without you two there, right?"
So after juggling a couple of shoots I finally booked the flight. The whole crew Mick, Vince, and even a couple of the stagehands were in on it. They'd already gotten me a room at the same hotel as the band, under an alias, of course. Nikki had no clue. I was buzzing with nervous energy.
By the time we landed, the Florida humidity hit me like a wall of hot syrup. Julius squinted in the sunlight as I strapped him into the stroller and waved for a car. The ride to the hotel was quiet except for the soft rock playing on the radio. One of Motley's old tracks came on, and I smiled. It made my heart ache a little, knowing Nikki didn't expect us. I kept picturing his face, wondering how he'd react when he saw us backstage.
Vince had it all planned out to the minute. I was to keep a low profile until right before the show, and then he'd walk Nikki to the edge of the wings. Julius and I would be waiting there. Cheering Daddy on and ready with a cake to wish him a happy birthday.
When we got to the hotel. The staff discreetly helped me check in, whispering kind hellos when they realized who I was. They even snuck up a crib and a fruit basket. I laughed softly at the card: "Happy Birthday, Daddy. Love, Juju and Mani." Nikki was going to melt.
Later that afternoon, I was sitting on the edge of the bed, brushing Julius's little curls down while he nibbled on a rice cracker when a knock came at the door. I got up and peeked through the hole to see Vince on the other side.
"Hey," I said as I opened it up.
"Hey, rock star mama." He said, grinning. "Everything's set up for the show tonight. You ready?"
I laughed reaching over to adjust the hem of my tank top. Vince walked over to Julius, who looked up at him with that wide-eyed stare like he was sizing up a villain in a Disney movie. Then he burst into tears. Vince threw his head back and laughed.
"What... you know me?"
I scooped Julius up, bouncing him lightly.
"Juju, that's Uncle Vince. You know him."
Julius sniffled, wiped his nose on my shoulder, and then reached for the bed again. I kissed the top of his head and lay him back down on the cool sheets, patting his belly gently until he settled. Vince and I both sat down, our voices dropping into something softer.
"How's the tour been?" I asked, eyeing Vince carefully.
He sighed and ran a hand through his hair.
"Rough. Tommy's been...off. Distant. You know he told us he's done after this tour, right?"
