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Nikki's POV

It was now early November 1986, and I was 8 out of 9 months into my pregnancy. Tommy and I have been over the last month of so been trying to think of names for the baby, we'd come up with a list of boys and a girls names we'd now selected one of each as our final choices.

This is what we have, for a girl at the moment we were settled on River Mae Sixx, and for a boy we'd came up with Zayden Dakota Sixx we wanted our kid to be named differently, for them to stand out a bit... and that's what we'd created and I was quite proud of them if I do say so myself.

Not much has happened really, I've had a few meetings with Camilla to ease my concerns about going into labour, what to expect and shit like that- she was amazing, really she was.

Also in our many baby related conversations, we'd decided on Mick and Vince as godparents but isn't news to anyone is it? We were going to tell them today also Tommy and I were going to paint the baby's room when we got back from Vince's house later on.

"Nikki? You ready yet?" Tommy calls from downstairs making it echo throughout the entire second floor of the house.

"Yeah, one second!" I replied while applying my signature eyeliner- I hadn't worn it in a while so I thought I'd make the effort today, once that has been done I sighed and gave my face the once over in the mirror before nodding and standing up- and mark my words I'll never take standing up for granted again because at the moment it was a difficult fucking task.

My back- like usual- was killing me but hey, that's pregnancy for you, kicks your ass and makes life the most complicated piece of shit imaginable but I'd taken some painkillers for it so it wasn't as bad as it was this morning. I make my way from the bedroom to the top of the stairs expecting to see Tommy at the bottom but he'd gone I rolled my eyes and continued down the stairs.

He hurried me to be ready, then when I am he's fucking gone walkies, nice one Tom.

"Tom? Where are you, fucker?" I exclaimed before hearing footsteps coming vaguely in my direction and then Tommy came into view.

"I'm here, I'm here- just went to put on some washing, right, we gonna go?" He smiles unlocking the door kissing my cheek as it opens.

"Yeah, let's go"

We got to Vince's and we didn't even get a chance to pull up on the drive as the blonde in question thew his front door open and ran out to us a wide grin on his face, I open my car door and my gaze then lands on Mick who was trailing behind shaking his head in exasperation "Blondie, you could at least let them park before hugging them to death"

"Shut up, Mick!" Vince replies as I get out of the car to be immediately hugged by the singer "Hey, bro- you good, the baby good?"

With a breathy chuckle I nodded "Yep, all good, Whats got you in such a good mood today?"

He shrugged. "Nothing just excited for what you wanna tell us"

Mick then groans "I've unfortunately been here for an hour already and he's been driving me nuts trynna guess what your gonna say"

Tommy then also laughs walking over to me, wrapping an arm around my waist "Well, the sooner we get inside the sooner we can tell you"