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

{Chapter Eighty-Nine}

*Nikki*

I groaned as I woke up the next morning, the sunlight hitting my face.

I rolled over, seeing Mal was still in a deep sleep.

Despite recent events, I'm glad she's able to get a peaceful night of sleep....

I sighed as I slowly rolled back to lay on my back, staring up at the ceiling as my mind already getting clouded with thoughts.

Its been a few weeks since Skylar's funeral, and ever since then, things have been.... quiet.....

Not a good quiet, though....

Mal has been trying her best to heal from this, and I'm still coming to grips with everything while at the same time trying to keep my brain from going to the worst case scenario.

Its already September, meaning Mal's due date is literally just around the corner, and I just can't help but feel more and more scared, and a small part of my mind also wanders to those stupid pamphlets.

Yeah, we end up being parents, but... But what if something goes wrong? What if our kid is born sick or something?

What if our kid dies just like Skylar did?

I shuddered at the thought of it being me and Mal having to cry over a small casket, especially after months planted by a hospital bed in a pediatric hospital, just like Vince and Sharise endured.

In a way we did for Angel, but Angel was already born dead. I guess it hurts more when the kid lives only to later on die.

To just raise and love a child that child, and then to lose that child before they even reach 10.... God, I would never wish that on anyone....

I can't think like that, though... I gotta see things on the good side.... Not just for me but for Mal.

I sighed as I looked over at my wife... The girl from the diner who won my heart and has stood by me after everything, then gently reaching over and softly stroking her cheek.

We'll be fine... I'm sure of it.... I hope....

I sighed softly, as I looked at Mal's sleeping face again, watching as she shifted in her sleep a little.

She'll be out for a good while, so I guess I can start on some breakfast for us both, give her a little more time to sleep.

Mick gets out of the hospital this afternoon, so we have plenty of time to ourselves before we go pick him up.

I softly kiss Mal's cheek before carefully getting out of bed, waking up Jack as he panted and wagged his tail while walking up to me from his doggy bed nearby.

"Shhhh...." I said to him, my finger to my lips.

He closed his mouth and laid down on the ground, head on his front paws as he pouted with a grumble.

"The missus here needs her beauty sleep, pal," I said in a low voice. "Come on, you can hang in the backyard and chase the pigeons while I make us all some breakfast."

He kept his position, but still wagged his tail at me.

I laughed a little and motioned for him. "Come on."

We walked out of the room and I went downstairs. I opened the door to the backyard, Jack darting out and already harassing some poor birds that were enjoying their morning on the grass, chasing them as they flew off.

I decided on some scrambled eggs and bacon or sausages, and maybe some juice or coffee.

I went to grab stuff from the fridge when the phone rang, making me groan annoyingly.