"We'll be fine. You wanna know why? Because were Nikki and Vanity."
She nodded, staring up at him with eyes full of hope and love. "...And we get through everything. We'll be okay."
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~Christmas 1995~
"You know what would really make this a good Christmas?" I looked up at Nikki, smiling as I folded wrapping paper littered with golds and greens. It was currently one in the morning and we were scramming to get all the presents wrapped. Arianna so far, has woken up twice to see if Santa has came yet. Luckily, we were able to get her back to sleep quickly.
"Whats that, Princess?" Nikki asked me as he put another present under the tree before grabbing another one.
"Some snow." I looked at him, taking a sip of a whiskey glass full of Jack Daniels and Irish Cream.
"Snow? But you hate the cold. Which is also why I didn't understand why you picked New York. It's freezing there." Nikki chuckled
"No! No. Dust I mean, you know blow? Coke? Snow?" I smirked and put down the drink, almost missing the table, "Whoops."
"Shut the fuck up." Nikki laughed, "I think you've had enough of those jack knifes, Van." He tsk'd before cutting paper in one smooth motion.
"No way. This is only my third one and we still have a gazillion presents to wrap." I took another sip before offering some to him. He gave me a look before bringing the glass to his lips and taking a swig.
"Christ, V. No wonder why you're already buzzed. It's all whiskey." He chuckled before handing it back to me.
"You're just a pussy." I said in a matter of fact type tone before putting the glass down and scooting away from the present I had been attempting to wrap for the past fifteen minutes. I laid back and rested my head on Nikki's thigh, "You think she'll be happy?"
Nikki laughed and ran his fingers through my hair, "Of course she'll be happy. Look at all these presents. She's going to loose her mind. Why are you worried babe?"
I shrugged, "I don't know. Sometimes I just wonder if I'm doing enough for her ya know? That she knows I'm a good mom and that you're a good dad...I don't want her to end up hating us when she's older."
"What? She won't hate us. I mean maybe she'll think she hates us when she's a teenager but we still have so many years to go until we get there. You're a great mom and she knows that. Just like she knows I'm a great dad. Plus, I think the presents will help in our favor too." He smiled down at me before reaching for my drink and finishing it off.
I was about to protest, "I will make you another one. Don't worry." He smiled before kissing my lips and letting me move off of him before he went to the kitchen.
