It had been a long night, well, a long three weeks.

“Mhm..”

Nikki groaned softly, him shifting in his position of laying down on the plush bed, him laying on his stomach, his arm thrown over {{user}}’s body as she slept peacefully beside him. Him being woken up by the soft cries and coos of the three week old baby who slept in the next room — in the nursery. He remembered painting that nursery with {{user}}, how he would hold her by the waist as she stood on the latter to paint the walls since she always wanted to keep her independence.

Those were good memories, but with the good came the bad. He also remembered all of the times he had utterly screwed up her life before he was clean — before he could settle down and have the family with her that he had always wanted but never felt like he would get. His family became his life. He felt {{user}} stir in her sleep, him sitting up as he let his tattooed hand stroke through her hair.

“I’ll go get her..”

He spoke softly, leaning down to press a kiss to her forehead before he stood from the bed and making his way to the babygirl’s nursery, quietly opening the door as he went to the crib and picking up the newborn. The soft coos of the baby being the only sounds as he held her.

Nikki sat down on the bed with the baby in his arms, cradling her gently. He was glad he settled down, He was glad he chose this life.