*Nikki*

Some time passed and despite the occasional good times, we still had a lot of bad times.

The band has experienced its turmoil and issues more and more as we try to continue.

I knew why but I guess I was too stubborn to admit it.

We had a MTV Unplugged show tonight and I am starting to think it would be best to cancel.

Mick and I peered out the curtains of the side stage, seeing a lot of the empty seats.

Two girls almost at the front even holding up a sign saying BRING VINCE BACK sign up.

Someone in the back holding a WE WANT VINCE sign as well.

I looked over at Mick as he closed the curtain and sighed as I walked from the side stage and see Mal standing nearby, looking upset, meaning she probably saw the sign, too.

"I know what you're gonna say, Mal," I said, walking past her as I started to pace a little.

She just sighed, turning around. "Well, I'm sorry, but what else do you want me to say, Nikki?" She said, turning to me. "You know things aren't going well, and I mean no offense to John, but you know why...."

"Look, Vince made his choice," I said sternly. "And even if he wanted to come back, he still hurt you... I can't forgive that easily, let alone at all..."

"It was on me, though, I said that stuff to him, I crossed the line, too," she argued.

"Yeah, but that still doesn't give him the right to hit you, Mal!" I snapped.

She frowned, looking down with her lips pursed.

I sighed, walking over and pull her into my arms, kissing her forehead.

"I'm sorry... I just... This is all so damn stressful," I said.

She looked up at me and hugged me, resting her forehead against my chest.

"I know... I just wish things weren't like this," She said, looking up at me and holding my face in her hands.

I rubbed her back as I held her. "I know... I promise, once this all settles, you and I can go on a trip somewhere, anywhere you want, so long as we escape all the madness going on right now."

She smiled. "That sounds like a good plan."

I smiled and we softly kissed as then Tom walked over from the lower platform.

I sighed as then Heather walked over to us.

"Hey... Wanna get some snacks?" she said to Mal. "You look pale..."

Mal sighed and nodded. "Yeah... Yeah, let's get something to eat. You want anything babe?"

"Nah, I'm alright," I said, then looked over at Tom as he waited.

She nodded and both of them headed down the stairs over to the snacks table below, Mick joining them.

I sighed as I walked down the steps as Tom walked over.

"You got something to say?" I asked as I walked down the stairs towards him.

"Well," he sighed as I walked over to the railing. "I just didn't think it would end this way, with some other dude singing your songs."

"You mean Elektra's fucking songs?" I snapped.

Tom sighed as I looked down, seeing everyone below.

"You're never gonna live up to this deal. You know that, right?" Tom said, and I gripped the railing.

I tried thinking of something, then looked over at Mick, Tommy and Mal, who observed me worriedly from afar.

Seeing Mal, something inside me clicked.

She looked so tired, and I don't just mean that physically. We all felt the same way.

I realized then there was only one thing left to do...

"Then how about you give us back the rights to our music and we'll call it even?" I said sternly.

Tom's eyes widen in surprise. "What are you even asking?"

I scoffed and stormed off to the nearby table and lit an incense stick.

"You want me to give you back your music instead of the money we owe you?" He asked.

I smirked and nodded as I watched the incense burn before sticking it on the holder.

"The Beatles don't even own the rights to their fucking music!" Tom said.

I then spun around towards him.

"Well the Beatles should own the rights to their fucking music!" I snapped.

Tom went silent and looked at me.

"And so should Mötley Crüe...." I added.

All of a sudden......

"MALLORY!!" a voice suddenly screamed, making us jump and turn, my heart dropping as I saw Mallory on the ground, unconscious, Heather and Tommy trying to wake her up.

"Mal!!" I shouted and I broke into a run towards them.

"MJ!? MJ!! Oh god, MJ, wake up!!!" Tommy shouted in panic, softly smacking Mal's cheek a bit to see if she reacted at all.

"Somebody help!!" Heather shouted.

"What happened to her!?" I shouted, lifting her head up on my lap and moving her hair out of her face as Mick, John and Tom rushing over.

"I-I don't know, she was starting to feel dizzy with the smell of the food, a-and just hit the ground!" Heather exclaimed.

"Hey, somebody get some help!!" John called out.

I shook Mal, trying to get her to wake up. "Babe, talk to me, say something!! Mal!! Mal, wake up, please!!" I begged.

"Somebody hurry the fuck up and call an ambulance!!" Mick shouted.

***

The show was cancelled and we had rushed Mal to the hospital.

We waited anxiously in the waiting room for any news.

I was so fucking scared.

What could this be!? She was just fine!!

She was a bit pale, though.... W-What could it be!?

"Mallory Sixx," A voice called out and we all shot up and practically almost tackled the doctor.

"Ummm..." he said, looking at us in surprise.

"I-I'm Mal's husband, but please, what the hell happened!?" I panicked. "I-Is she sick!? What's wrong?!"

"Mr. Sixx, I assure you, your wife is fine, I just finished examining her and found out exactly why she fainted," he said. "We just got her blood test results."

I gulped nervously as he then spoke.

"Mrs. Sixx is pregnant, sir," he said.

My eyes widen as I froze, and I'm pretty sure everyone did, too.

"Wait, M-Mallory is...." Heather said, shocked.

"We performed a blood test and an ultrasound, she's about 6 weeks along," He stated.

"Wow, that uhh... That's awesome!!" John smiled, but say us looking worried. "Right?"

"Sort of," Mick sighed worriedly. "Thing is.... Mal has a condition, she miscarries way too easily... This is her 3rd pregnancy...."

John's eyes widen in shock. "O-Oh...."

"I-I need to see her," I said in a shaky voice as I stepped forward, but the doctor stopped me.

"I know you are nervous, Mr. Sixx," he said. "If you want, we can discuss any options, but I've seen many woman with similar cases to Mallory, and to this day some even have up to 3 children, give or take. Hope isn't something forgotten in cases like these."

I gulped. "I-Its her third time, if she gets a strike three...." I said, trailing off. "...She doesn't have much hope left for anything, God only knows what could happen if she loses the little bit of it she has left."

"There are options we can all discuss like I said," he said. "You can talk with your wife if you wish."

I nodded as the others nudged me forward and I followed the doctor down the corridor, the others staying behind.

Fuck....

~~~~~

SO, considering I was recently on a kind of mental break from here, I had not realized that it has already been a year since I began this story (June 27th)!! 🎉

So, in celebration of that (even though I'm pretty late) I decided to post this little surprise chapter for your guys! 🤗

It's a liiiiiittle bit shorter than other chapters, but I hope you still like it!! 🤘🏻🌻

Also, on a random but somewhat related note, I find it both hilarious and shocking that Nikki talked in the The Heroin Diaries about how he actually once [accidently] broke Slash when they were eating shit and play fighting and Slash ended up with a neck brace for a while.

Probably one of the most chaotic and funniest parts of the book.😂😂🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️

Also, Happy 28th birthday, Douglas Booth!!  🎂🎉💐🎈💙🌻

🎧 Currently in Sapph's playlist:

Lindsey Stirling ft. Alexander Jean
"Stampede"

♡~ sapphire.