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Nikki's POV

When I awoke after a few hours of napping I found Tommy still to be awake as he was nose deep into a magazine, his hand which had been over my abdomen had now disappeared but mine remained, I didn't immediately alert the drummer that I'd woken up, I was just enjoying the peace of the moment.

Feeling truly content for the first time in weeks, I'd come clean and I still had my boyfriend- telling Tommy had been my main concern but now that was done, dusted and successful the fountain of other worries began to surface but I payed them no mind I just focused on what was important and that was being on this bed right here, right now.

"Morning Tom" I said into the silence my voice rather hoarse from all the vomiting, crying and sleeping I'd been doing today.

The magazine instantly closes and gets flung across the room, Tommy then hauls me up over his leg with my help and places me next to him where he places chaste kisses to my collarbone which makes me smile slightly "It's afternoon actually" he hummed the vibrations from his voice travel through my body sending shivers down my spine.

"Same thing" I laughed before moving my head suddenly making it so the next kiss he gives me lands on my lips.

Tommy chuckles "They're really not dumb-dumb, how you feeling?"

"Alright, I feel better now you know I guess"

"Good, cause I don't like seeing you stressed, Nikki. You fucking scared the hell outta me, I thought you were gonna tell me something bad"

I raised an eyebrow questioningly. "Me telling you I'm pregnant wasn't the worst thing I could have said?"

"No, god.. I thought you were gonna tell me you'd cheated on me or that you had cancer or something"

"What? Really?"

He nodded almost guiltily. "From how you were acting they were safe assumptions to make... I know you wouldn't cheat on me, I just didn't know what else to think"

"To be honest that wasn't the part of the sentence I was focusing on" I said grinning "You thought I was gonna say I had cancer... like really cancer" I emphasised the word cancer when I spoke, cause cancer? The fuck, Tom?

But then again I suppose it was more plausible than 'my boyfriend is pregnant with my baby' so I think I'll let him off with it. The man turned a deep shade of red as he looked around the room out of embarrassment "Fuck off, Sixx"

"I'd much rather fuck you" I shot back playfully, earning myself a light nudge in the shoulder.

"You'll have to be careful on how much you fuck me now though, don't want you to overwork yourself now do we"

"Ugh" I groan "Please to the love of god become all overprotective on me and be like 'you can't do this because you pregnant' and 'No, you can't do that your pregnant', it's fine, I'll be fine."

"You can't blame me for wanting to looking after you"

"I know but I can still do all the things you can" I remind him, wanting Tommy to know that I want my independence- I don't want to be treated any differently to how he'd normally treat me and that went to everyone else when they found out.