the interview | Nikki Sixx

Tommy's POV
6:50 PM – Hospital Room

The chaos in the room was rapidly escalating to levels that only Mötley Crüe could reach. We'd all gathered around the tiny hospital room, and while Taylor was basking in that post-birth glow (and trying to ignore the fact that she looked like she could collapse any second), the guys were clearly getting hyped up about the baby like it was the Super Bowl.

"Okay, but seriously," Vince said, eyeing Gunner as if he was a treasure chest full of gold. "Do you think we'll have to get him a Mötley Crüe onesie? Or should we go with a classic AC/DC? I mean, we've got standards to uphold here."

"A classic AC/DC?" I shot back, raising an eyebrow. "Kid's first words better be 'Shout at the Devil,' or I'm disowning him."

"Shout at the Devil?" Mick muttered, shaking his head with a grin. "Jesus, Tommy, at least let him learn to crawl before you throw him into the fire."

"Well, you weren't around to babysit me, Mick. You missed out on the real fun," I teased, leaning back in my chair with a wicked grin.

Vince, ever the dramatist, was pacing the room with his hand on his chin. "We need a plan, people. I'm thinking we start this kid off right—maybe a few quick lessons on how to throw a proper tantrum. I mean, that's a rite of passage, right?"

Taylor, who had been holding her own while listening to the circus, just shot him a tired look. "Vince, if you start giving him lessons on how to break things, I will hand him over to you in about 18 years, and you can explain to him how to trash hotel rooms."

"Ohhh, you got me there," Vince said, laughing and holding up his hands in mock surrender. "But hey, the kid's gonna need some good role models."

I leaned in and whispered, just loud enough for Nikki to hear. "You know you're in trouble, right? They're already planning his future band career."

Nikki chuckled softly, his gaze soft and full of pride as he looked down at his son. "They can plan all they want. But he's gonna do things on his terms. If he even wants to be in the band..."

Tommy leaned over from his position on the couch, grinning. "You are gonna teach him the ropes, Nikki. Don't even try to dodge it."

"I'll teach him how to hold a guitar pick before I let him near a drum set," Nikki said with a smirk, brushing Gunner's little hand with his thumb. "And maybe—just maybe—we'll let him pick his own favorite band. No pressure, though."

I threw my arm around Mick's shoulders and added, "We should all be prepared for the fact that little Gunner might actually want to play the flute or something. And then we'll really have to have a talk."

Mick raised an eyebrow. "A flute? That's a bit too tame for a Sixx, don't you think?"

"Oh, I don't know," I teased. "We can always have a backup plan: get him a toy drum set and let him destroy the house before he even gets to high school."

Vince laughed loudly, drawing the attention of a nurse who peeked in the door, her eyes wide as she took in the chaos. She just stood there for a second, trying to figure out how to handle Mötley Crüe in full form before she let out a quiet sigh and stepped back out, shaking her head.

Taylor rolled her eyes but smiled. "Okay, you wild group of people, I think it's time for you all to clear out. Nikki needs to get some rest, and so do I."

Tommy immediately jumped to his feet and pretended to pout. "No, no, we were just getting to the good part! I'm going to have to come back tomorrow and make sure he's got a proper tour schedule when he's old enough to hold a drumstick."