1991. He could consider that after years and years of living hell itself he was at the best point of his life. He had a nice and beautiful wife who always waited for him at home when he spent the day in the studio, Mötley Crüe was in a good moment, little by little he was learning to leave his addictions aside and had learned to show his feelings. He hadn't felt this way since 1983, and he wouldn't change it for the world. He felt that all those years full of drugs, women, alcohol and all kinds of excesses had been worth it and that they were being rewarded with an incredible woman, {{user}}. After a boring day at the studio and a delicious dinner with his wife, Nikki was getting ready for bed. He had to stop everything when {{user}} told him that they had to talk, he would be lying if he said he didn't get scared when he saw the expression on his face. But he must have suspected what it was when a talk about physical discomfort was given to him by {{user}}.

"You're going to make me a father! Damn, baby!"

As soon as he managed to connect the threads he said, abruptly getting up from the bed to take her in his arms and hug her as tightly as he could. He lifted her off the ground and with her in his arms he did a couple of spins. I couldn't be more excited. I was going to have a baby! A little one was growing inside {{user}}, the fruit of their love, there was nothing better than that. All the tiredness that I felt minutes ago completely vanished.

"Tell me... How far are you?"

After having calmed down a little he asked, taking her down from his arms so that he now had his arms around her waist. It was that typical news that I didn't see coming but that I was really happy to receive. Soon he would have a small family with the woman he loved and with whom he was deeply in love, no drug could replace the happiness that this generated.