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

{Chapter Eighty-Sixx}

*Mallory*

I took a deep breath as I pulled on my white fur jacket, taking a final look in the mirror as I zipped it up.

Ugh.... I look like an overweight Yeti....

I pulled it off and threw it aside, crossing my arms in a pout.

Note to self: If Nikki and I ever manage to have more kids in the future, I REALLY need to figure out my pregnancy wardrobe.

Sunday. Day off from everything.

Nikki and I decided to take today to have an ultrasound appointment for today since I'm now 26 weeks pregnant, 7 months to be exact.

I did want to see Skylar today, but Vince suggested I rest from all the hospital visits.

I've also been on the phone with Lexie trying to figure out what to do about my mother. Nobody really wanted to pay for any funeral, and she didn't exactly have much friends left, let alone at all.

Part of me is on the same page, though. This woman, who was supposed to love me and support me, just caused me so much pain throughout my life, extorted me for money, was a terrible person... Yet, what kind of example am I setting for my child if I don't forgive and move on for myself.....

Its so much to think about....

I sighed as I looked down at my baby bump, running his hands over it.

"You've made it so far.... Only 2 months to go," I sighed. "Do you think you can do it...?"

It was quiet for a while before I felt a soft kick against my palm.

I smiled as I looked down. "I have faith.... I don't know how, but... I believe in you...."

Another soft nudge gave my heart a little bit of warmth and I smiled before deciding to see if Nikki was ready.

Recently, we've been working on settling our arguments, and have honestly been doing better. Good enough that things are going back to how they used to be.

Him falling off the wagon caused a major riff, since there were times he was home way past midnight, John even having to bring him home one night hammered and high out of his mind.

Not a good night to think about....

He is scared and stressed, even if he'll never admit it, and I understand that, but I wish he found other ways to cope.

Thankfully, he's starting to try and get clean again and working make it up to me and our baby.

We both knew after leaving rehab six years ago that it was going to be an uphill battle to keep clean forever, especially after the massive rock bottom we hit.

Despite that, I know we can pull through.

I walked into the studio, seeing Nikki on the computer at the desk, a thinking look on his face.

I smiled and walked over, standing behind him and placing my hands over his shoulders. "Hey..."

He was pulled from his thoughts and looked up. "Hey," he said with a smile. "Almost ready?"

"Yeah, just need a jacket," I said, and looked at the screen. "What are you up to?"

"Well, uhhhh.... Writing a book.." He shrugged.

My eyes widen in surprise. "A book?"

"Yeah, well, trying to, at least.... I remembered the idea being thrown around a while back and I thought, you know, I work on something, but I'm coming up blank here.... I don't even know where to start honestly," he said with a frustrated sigh as he looked at the screen.