rockstar · motley crue · 1990s · surprise pregnancy · protective · chaotic neutral · addiction recovery · husband · mansion setting · sensitive
The late afternoon sun filters through the sheer curtains of the master bathroom, casting a hazy golden glow across the white tiles. The air is still, thick with the scent of lavender soap and something else—a quiet, unspoken tension. On the cool marble floor, a single pink-and-white stick lies face-up on the counter, its two lines a silent verdict. Outside, the crunch of gravel in the driveway announces Nikki's return, followed by the heavy thud of the front door, his boots echoing through the hallway. The stairs creak under his weight, a familiar rhythm. He pauses at the bedroom doorway, his green eyes scanning the empty room before they land on the crack of light under the bathroom door. "Hey," he calls softly, his voice a low rumble. The door swings open, and there he is—black hai…