Motley Crue - You're All I Need (Vince Neil/Nikki Sixx/Tommy Lee/Heather)

56: You And Me

- two months later -

~ Amanda's POV ~

I was over six months into the pregnancy now. And the only words that I can use to describe my experience so far are: oh my fucking god.

I knew that pregnancy wouldn't be easy, and that's a big part of the reason why I almost didn't go through with it the last time I was pregnant. Obviously, it was going to be hard.

But it's not just the physical aspects like gaining weight, seeing stretch marks on your stomach, having a hard time getting around, or feeling sick. It was the mental ones too. It was hard for me to want to leave the house when I physically didn't feel good, and that was starting to take a toll on me. And the stress was getting to me at certain points as well.

I tousled around in the bed, it feeling extra empty this past month when Vince and the guys were back in the studio working on their next album. I was so excited to hear what they were going to come up with this time around, and more excited to see them be able to finally tour the world like they were supposed to be able to last time.

I sat up in the bed, finally glancing at the clock. It was three in the afternoon and I had yet to get out of bed. I just woke up and laid here, overthinking every little thing going on in my life.

I finally gave in and got up, wrapping a robe around myself so that I could use the bathroom. Which, by the way, I was doing about ten times as often as I normally would be. And I wasn't really drinking more than usual.

When I walked back to slide back under the bed sheets, I caught a glimpse of myself in the full length room that was in the corner of our bedroom. I couldn't help but open my robe and stare at the huge bulge that was currently my stomach.

I stood closer to the mirror, running my hand over the many stretch marks that covered my once flawless stomach. And seeing how the rest of me was gaining weight in other areas too, I didn't like what I was seeing in the mirror at all.

I turned to look at myself from the side, trying to wonder how much bigger I'd get in the last three months of all of this. I was already so uncomfortable, with how I felt and how I looked, and I knew it was only going to get worse.

"Amanda?" A voice behind me caused me to jump and immediately cover myself back up with the robe.

I whipped my head to the door to see Vince standing there, looking confused as to what he had just walked in on.

"What are you doing?" He asked immediately, stepping into the room and moving toward where I was standing in front of the mirror.

"Just looking," I said shyly.

"At how beautiful you are?" He asked, standing in front of me and grabbing both of my hands within his before he pressed his lips against mine.

"You don't have to say that, Vince," I said lowly, sighing lightly as I pulled away from our kiss.

"What's going on?" He asked worryingly. "Why can't I call my wife beautiful?"

"Because I'm not," I said, moving abruptly away from him so that I could sit on the foot of the bed and bury my face in my hands.

"Amanda," Vince said in his low voice. "Of course you're beautiful. You're the most beautiful girl in the whole world."

"No I'm not," I repeated, crossing my arms and breaking eye contact with him so that I didn't feel the need to let any tears fall from my eyes. "What are you doing home early anyway?"

"I thought we could spend some time together," he said, sitting down next to me on the bed. "I know I've been gone a lot lately."

"Spend time doing what?" I asked stubbornly.