You're All I Need《Nikki Sixx || Mötley Crüe || The Dirt》

{Chapter Eighty-Four}

⚠️Warning: chapter contains scenes of childhood illness, and mentions of mental health and mentions of past events of abuse/assault/violence. If affected, please read with caution.⚠️

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《1994》

*Mallory*

I sighed as I finished signing some papers in a file and put it aside, just thinking.

I am officially four months pregnant tomorrow and just trying to keep it together.

As usual, Christmas and New Years Eve & Day were quiet. 

So far, everything has been fine, and things have been surprisingly calm.

I've been upset with Tommy the entire time for betraying Heather, but eventually did forgive him, but not completely. We still haven't exactly talked so much, just occasionally.

He and Heather finalized their divorce, which was a complete shock to everyone, but I still spend time with Heather, and she's been really helpful and supportive with my pregnancy. Despite everything, she's like a sister to me, and I'm glad she's still by my side.

Another person who's actually been a big help is John. He and his wife, Valerie, have been so kind, always checking up on us, a few times bringing their son, Ian. Ian mostly spends time with Jack, playing with him in the backyard, but he's a very sweet boy, nonetheless, and has been curious about the pregnancy.

I continued to work, but took up reception duty most of the time, other times just did paperwork in my office or just helped in NICU every once in a while. Its boring, but it's tame and calm, and being in NICU has helped me practice a bit as well. Also, considering my baby bump is getting pretty noticeable, a little more than last time, I've started wearing lab coats one size bigger and mostly button them up in order to hide it. Staying behind a desk most of the time also helps hide it.

Only ones that know about my pregnancy (aside from me and Nikki of course) are Mick, Tommy, John, Valerie, Heather, Doug, and my doctors, as well as a small handful of my co-workers and interns who agreed to keep it to themselves unless I say.

Nikki and I agreed not to tell even our family or friends, let alone the public, until I am at least 6-7 months pregnant this time, and even then keep it on the DL.

We've had a few issues, Nikki falling off the wagon a few times with booze and pot, and its caused a few riffs and arguments amongst us, but we're [very] slowly making improvements, even seeing a marriage counselor.

I had made the calls for Mick like promised and got him a good orthopedist and luckily one met above our expectations, and Mick has been seeing him. He might even qualify for an experimental drug said to help reverse 90% of the effects of AS, even enhance mobility more.

I signed some papers at reception before noticing my lunch break was coming up.

I bit my lip and thought before looking down.

"Okay JellyBean... What do you have in mind for lunch today?" I asked, my hand over my swollen abdomen.

I found that talking with my baby bump has helped calm me down and cheer me up a little bit. Nikki finds it a little odd, but has spent some time talking with him/her whenever he starts getting nervous or at night before bed. He won't admit it, but he likes it. Hehe.

Nikki and I even went as far to name my baby bump. We decided on some names and decided to settle with JellyBean, which was actually Ian's idea, (he was at our house one day after my ultrasound with Valerie and I showed him a picture of the scan, which he thought looked like a jelly bean. It was a pretty cute comparison, so it stuck).