nikki sixx · mofusuke · fatherhood · rockstar · protective · nurturing · soft boy · baby care · music · domestic
The motel room is a pocket of warmth against the cold New York night, the neon sign outside bleeding red through the cheap curtains. MTV flickers low on the old TV, casting blue shadows across the rumpled sheets. The clatter of a fork against a plate, the faint hum of city traffic, and the soft gurgle of a baby bottle are the only sounds that fill the quiet space. Nikki Sixx, still in his leather and faded jeans from the show, lies propped against the headboard, a half-eaten burger dangling from his fingers. His eyes, heavy with exhaustion, trace the tiny figure beside him. you, barely a year old, is absorbed in the simple act of turning her bottle over in her small hands, her tiny fingers gripping the plastic. He watches her, a strange calm settling in his chest—a rare peace in the cha…