Rain
WARNING: CONTAINS SEXUALLY EXPLICIT CONTENT
Title : Rain
Pairing: Eminem/Kim
Summary: Em and Kim are trying work things out, meanwhile- fourteen year old Lily Rayne has problems of her own.AUTHOR'S NOTES: I will NOT be address Kim's niece who is supposedly living with them. For the purposes of this, she doesn't exist in their home permanently. 1) I don't want to complicate things MORE. 2) Some sources say her name is Amy others say it's Aidan. 3) I'm the author and it's my right! It's fanfic! :-) I will *also* not really be addressing Nathan *too* much. He may pop up- but he's not living with them either. ALSO I am assuming the book "Cleanin' Out My Closet" is a load of crap since that's what the man himself said. So any information J.R. Watkins said about Kim or Em and their relationship does not apply here.
ONE MORE THING!!! This fiction is color coded for ease of reading since there are three main characters!! Anytime you see (------), it means time has passed. Here's the KEY:
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++++++++I open the door and- where is she? I mean… we *both* saw her. It wasn't… our imagination?
Where the hell *is* she?
"Dad, took ya long enough!" Hai says and all three girls enter the foyer. "Do I really gotta stay, Daddy!?"
"Yeah, Hai," I say and glance at her friend Mandi and her sister Mary. Nice kids. But where is *our* kid?
"Thanks for bringin' her home, Mary," I say. "We appreciate it."
"No problem," she says. "Well- me and the runt gotta get home, so-"
"Hey!" Mandi says and hits her big sister. We robbed Hailie and Rayne of that.
She starts to leave, but- "I'll see you out," I say. Where *is* she? I did see her. I'm not- Kim and I aren't hallucinating. We'd *know* our daughter anywhere.
"Oh, you don't have to do that, Mr. Mathers," she says, trying to close the front door behind her.
"I don't mind," I say and I hear Kim tell Hailie to get washed for dinner and then she's behind me and holds my forearm as we follow the girls out the front door and see three walking down the driveway *quickly*.
"LILY!" Kim yells and she freezes.
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Dammit. How did he- shit.
Not that I didn't wanna *see* them, but I just don't wanna interrupt their lives.
Funny that they keep saying that about *me* and *my* life.
I turn around as they come down the driveway. "Lily- what are you-"
"Mary's parents send her to the Academy… with me."
"OH!" They say and nod.
"Yeah, what are the chances, right?" I don't know what to do now. I mean- they've got a baby. They sure as hell don't need-
"You weren't gonna-" she starts but I stop her.
"I didn't wanna just barge in when you weren't expecting me. And then Hailie and her sister are friends and…"
"Well, do you-" she says. "You've met Hailie. Do you wanna… come in? I mean- don't think you have to but-"
"I don't-" I stumble for words. It's like… awkward thinking of them as having a family. Outside of me, anyway. Like… they have other things going on in their lives and whatnot. I have no idea what the hell to do. And I sure as hell don't know what to make of the whole baby *thing*. "I really should go. We've got a test to study for, so-"
"Oh… okay," she says and I can tell she's disappointed. But- I just… wasn't ready for *this* and a child? They're having a baby? Where the hell do *I* fit in? Do I even *want* to?
"But I'll call," I say and turn away from them.
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God. I don't wanna see her go. I don't wanna let her, but-
"Mommy!" Hailie yells out the door and I hear Whitney in the background yelling "MOAH!" And *I* gotta eat before I puke and we have three other children to take care of and if I don't go, my chicken will burn and we *will* be eating pizza.
"Okay," I say but she's already down the driveway and halfway across the street.
"C'mon, Baby," he says. "Let's go."
"Yeah, I know. I know."
He takes my hand and I follow him into the house. I've gotta stir my chicken.
"What's up, Hai?" I ask her as she hops up on a stool next to me.
"Daddy promised we'd have pizza tonight!"
"He *did*, *did* he," I say her, while glaring at him.
"Tattle-tale," he says. "I'ma gechu!" Oh lord. She squeals and goes tearing into the living room with him on her trail and Whitney's giggled as they come back through the kitchen and Marsh has Hailie upside down in his arms.
<Ding. Dong.>
"Me an' the monster'll get it," he says and I hear him open the door.
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Oh god- remind me why this was a good idea again?
I wasn't gonna- I mean… but- I'll never *know* them if I don't spend time and-
"Hai, go wash Whit's face, ok?"
He puts her down and she stomps off. "How come you always tellin' me to *go*?"
"Hi, what are you-"
"Honestly? I don't know. I just-"
"Wanna stay for dinner?" He asks hesitantly.
"I'd like that," I say and the look on his face is just… his eyes lighten up and almost sparkle.
"C'mon in. Not promisin' it'll be good, but-"
"I HEARD THAT!" I hear Kim yell from the kitchen.
"Set the table for one extra, Hon," he says and we enter the kitchen and she looks up and smiles.
"Hope you're not allergic to Cajun!"
"She's kidding," he says. "We're having pizza."
"I'ma beat your ass, Marshall," she threatens.
"I know you're pregnant," I say and they freeze a bit.
"I'm sorry," she says.
"Why would you b-"
"Because I've kept all my children but you," she says and how did she *know* that?
"It's-"
"Not fair?" She asks.
"I *know* in my head that… but my heart-"
She nods and he says, "We can't change the past. We did what we thought was right and we're still torn up about it. But… we're glad you're *here* and the baby don't change nothin'. There's a place in our lives if you want it and-"
"Mom! When we gonna eat?" Oh god. Hailie whines as she comes in with Whitney crawling behind her and I wipe my eyes quickly. "Hey! I know you! You're Mary's friend-"
"Yeah, Hai," Marshall says. "She's gonna have some dinner with us."
"Why?"
"'Cause Mommy and Daddy invited her."
"But why?"
He looks up to me questioningly. "Do you- I mean-" he glances over at Kim as well.
"Up to Lily," she says.
God. Do I *want* them to tell her? I mean- they *want* to? They're not gonna try and hide it and… god. I grab the counter to hold myself up and nod.
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Okay then.
"Well- this is done," Kim says before coming over and touching Hailie's head. "Why don't we go into the living room for a few minutes."
We all go in and Lily sits in the chair next to the couch where Kim and I sit. "You remember last weekend when Mommy and Daddy went to see the water girl?" I ask as Hai climbs into my lap. She nods. "Well- this is the water girl. Her name is Lily Rayne."
"Oh… why is she here?"
"Hai," Kim says. "You remember when we talked about the promise? How you told us you wanted a big sister?"
Hailie nods. "Uh huh."
"Well… a very long time ago Mommy had a baby and-"
"A BABY? Besides *me*?" She asks and I can't really tell if she's happy or not about it.
"Yeah, Hailie. Before you, Mommy and Daddy couldn't take care of the baby so someone else took care of her *for* us and-"
Hailie turns toward Lily and smiles. "And you're my sister? THIS IS THE BEST DAY EVER! I get a little sister *and* a big sister!"
She leaps off my lap and dives into Lily's and Lily just… wow, she hugs her back and… wow. Our *children* are just… *hugging* each other and it's amazing. It's something I never thought we'd see.
I can't help it when my hand slides over Kim's stomach and our hands hold our other child.
"This is *so* cool!" Hai says. "Are you gonna *live* here?!" She's really excited.
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Ohgod. I never thought I'd see this day. I never thought the void in the pit of my stomach would ever be filled- less painful. Every time I walked by a blue-eyed girl, I always thought- what if-
And now- she's *here*.
"Hailie," I say. "Hai, Lily has a place where she lives and it's not gonna be here. Okay? She goes to school and has friends and that's not here. But she can visit. We'll visit."
"But-" Hailie frowns at us. "How come she doesn't live *here*?"
"Hailie," I start, but I have *no* idea what to say…
"Hai," Lily says and god- "See a long time ago- before you lived here, before you were born- your Mommy and Daddy couldn't take care of a baby. So they gave me to a family who *could* take care of a baby. It's called being adopted. Have you heard that word before?" Hailie nods. "Well, I was adopted and I just found who my real parents are. So I'll visit, but I live with a different family."
Wow. She's… really grown up. "But that does mean she's not part of *our* family, Hailie. You can be- remember when you and me lived away from Daddy, and you had a Daddy family and a Mommy family?" She nods. "Well- Lily has an us family and she has another family. Do you understand?"
She nods and then clutches her stomach. "My tummy's grumbly."
"Me too," I agree. I'm starved. "Should we go eat?"
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"So?" Mary asks me. "How *was* it?"I sigh and turn in the bed to face her. "It was… *really* nice." And I mean *really* nice. I didn't even wanna *leave*.
We ate dinner, which was *really* good. And… it was nice. There wasn't any of that… awkwardness or anything. It was like- Hailie was rambling on about how cool it was to have a big sister and that now I could babysit her and Whitney. And I played a bit with Whitney too. I love little kids, especially when they're my sisters.
"They told Hailie- that I'm her sister. I mean… they just- *told* her. And they invited us both over for breakfast tomorrow, if we want."
"Is it… weird? I mean… he's- Eminem. What do you call them?"
"Marshall and Kim."
"Is that weird? I mean"
"I don't know what else to call 'em. I mean- they're my parents, but- I already had a mom."
She smiles- one of those 'I really don't know what to say 'cause I really can't sympathize because I've never been orphaned' smiles. Ya know- she's the first person to give me that look that I didn't hate.
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*********I shut the water off.
This whole day was just- nice, strange, wonderful, amazing, perfect, spectacular-
Hailie likes her and she seemed to like Hai and we actually had a real dinner- like a family.
I wonder how things would have turned out had she been here all along. I mean- I glance around and see what we have all because of Marshall's gift. It paid off more than we ever imagined.
Never in a million years would we have seen *this*: indoor swimming pool, big screen TV- it's… wild.
Sometimes I think to what we *would* have had, where we *would* be if he'd never gone to LA, had he given up all those times he wanted to.
We'd be- well- let's be honest. Marshall and I? We're glorified trailer trash. I can be honest and I think he is too. We're not refined. We sure as hell don't belong in *this* neighborhood.
He'll never stand around in dockers or plaid and I'll sure as fuck never wear Gucci pants while cooking dinner.
People like us aren't *meant* to leave 8 Mile.
Sometimes, I wish things could be simple again.
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She opens the bathroom door and comes out with a towel around her body and one surrounding her hair.
Kim.
My goddess.
My pregnant sexy goddess.
Things are already turning out to be *way* good.
I watch her comb through her hair after she pulls the towel from it and yeah- I'm really sure no one else sees what I see and it bothers me that she never tried to defend herself. She's never really spoken out or said anything really except for that call in about Jenny's dumb-lyin' book.
I look at her and see what we have and what she's given me and that's what people don't get. They don't get that beyond the fights and the on-again off-again relationship we've had- beyond cocaine or alcohol or pills- there's a deep-seeded ever-present love. At the core of us- there's love.
Fuck- it's why we fight so good. Ain't no fun in fightin' wit' someone you hate. Pointless really when you stop and think about it.
So yeah- I think we're finally some place good, despite the fight earlier this week.
But what about her trust in me? Is that gone? Or does she just not realize she has it? I mean- we *both* need to rebuild that before we can- well- before we can get married again because as much as I said I didn't want that, now, I really really do.
I wanna put a ring on her finger and say I'ma love her forever and know I mean it. I wanna be able to call her my wife again and know it's true.
She unwraps the towel from around her body and I drink in her form as she bends over to get a nightgown from her bottom dresser drawer and a wave of lust takes over.
My dick can't help but wanna go home- to sink into her hot molten core. Ain't I just a poet?
Well- I guess, in a way, I am.
She turns around and smiles softly. "That went really well today, didn't it?"
"Wanna be inside you," I inform her and she just stares at me for a second.
"We had out two daughters here today and all you can think about is your dick?"
"More like thinkin' 'bout your puss, now c'mere."
"Marsh-"
"And we had our *three* daughters here," I correct her.
"You think we're having another girl?"
"No- we already *have* three girls. Maybe now we'll get a boy."
"Oh-"
"What- you don't think I think of her as mine? Thought you knew me better than that, Kim."
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Oh my- he- he just- amazes me sometimes.
"Marshall-"
I mean, he's never *said* it. Not like that. Never said it like he means it and *accepts* that part of my life.
"C'mere, Baby," he says and holds his hand out to me. I take it and he pulls me onto the bed so I'm straddling his hips and I settle myself above his growing erection. "I had it all wrong, Kim," he says and kissing me softly. "Before- I couldn't see it- everything came so quick: the money, fame, touring- all of it came sooner than I realized and we couldn't even go to the store together and I lost my grip on you."
"Mickey-" I whisper softly.
"Lemme finish," he says, placing a finger on my lips and I nod. "It's like… we couldn't get back to each other and I was lost until this Thanksgiving- when I woke up with you in my arms again. You just- *fit*- *we* do, no matter what or how, we fit together."
I am soo crying right now. Doesn't he know what he's doing to me? God- if I didn't know better, I'd think he was pr-
"You're home, Kim. You always have been. I just lost sight of that. *We* did. But we know how lucky we are now. *I* know. You've given me *three* beautiful children and one more on the way." God- the way he touches my stomach and I swear, he has to stop this.
"Marshall-"
But he silences me with a soft touch of his lips to mine. "They're *our* children. Our family. Let's… make us a family again."
"Marsh-" god. I can't breathe. Is he saying what I-
He places his hands on my hips and kisses me again, passionately. "Be my wife, Kim."
Oh god!
Oh god. I gotta-
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I can't believe I just- I mean- I wasn't *planning* on it, but-
I watch her run into the bathroom and hear her throwing up. Oh yeah- pregnant Kim and spices don't mesh well. I guess we both forgot.
I stand in the doorway as she rinses her mouth with water and turns to me.
"Didn't mean for you to-"
"Shut up," she says. "Just- shut up," she repeats before yanking my hips toward hers and attacking my mouth with her own.
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I sit down and look at them. They look- I don't know. I don't know their looks. I knew Mom's looks. I knew when she was happy or nervous or worried or in pain. But I don't know them.
"What did you- why'd you call?" I ask. I mean- they called and said they had something *really* important to talk to me about before I went back to school, so-
"Yeah, Lily, we wanted to- god, this is hard," she says and buries her face in her hands for a minute.
"Just- tell me." I mean- I already know about the baby and- I'm confused.
Marshall looks into my eyes and says, "We decided- well… Hailie got upset after you left. She thought… shit. She thought we loved you more than her and we don't. We can't…"
Kim interrupts him. "We don't want her thinking that. Or the new baby, so-" What the hell are they- "So we think it's best if you don't come around."
"What?" Ohgod- they're… they don't want me?
"We made a choice when we were younger and- we made the right one. We'll give you some money if you-"
"I don't understand," I say. How can they- *do* this to me? How can they just-
"We'll never love you," she says coldly. "Your mother died and that's all the chances you had at-"
"NOOO!" I scream and wake up in a sweat with tears streaming down my cheeks. Oh god- that was…
"Lil? You okay?" Mary asks, jumping up. Oh god. It was-
"Yeah," I say, taking a breath. "Just a dream."
"You wanna- talk about it?"
"No," I reply. "Nah- I just… night."
I lay back down and close my eyes. God- what if they *did* that? What if that's what they decide? They seem soo nice- *too* nice. And they're trying to put their family back together and why the hell would they want *me*. I'm taken care of- a nice neat little package to-
"Are you sure you don't wanna-"
"Yeah. I'm sure," I say. I just- wish I knew if they meant what they're saying. I wish I knew where I fit in…
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*********Oh fuck. "Marsh-" I whimper. Sometimes- I don't think he can ever get deeper inside me and he always manages to prove me wrong.
I grip his biceps as he slams into me and *shit*. Ya know- the first time we ever did this- I was terrified. I was shaking. Not because of Marshall, but just because… it was sex. And it was awkward and strange, but it really has gotten better with age. We know each other well now. We know what- "FUCK!"
"Then open your fuckin' eyes and know *I'm* here," he growls.
"I *know*," I spit and squeeze my legs tighter around his waist. "Always know," I repeat.
Fuck. He's rubbing my clit too- he always knows just how to touch me to drive me fuckin' crazy. I slide my hands up to his back and he whimpers my name. Marsh loves his back being touched. I don't know why, but I have a feeling it's because that's the only place that his mother didn't slap or hit at some point in his childhood.
He slows his thrusts into me just as I was gonna come. Damn him. But I continue rubbing his back and pulling him into me. "Love you," I whisper before nibbling on his ear.
"So will you?" He asks softly in my ear. "Will you be my wife again?"
And just the fact that I don't gotta think about this means that maybe I trusted him more than I thought I did. Maybe Lily's presence in our lives again made me remember how much I trusted him back then- how blindly I held him as we walked out of the clinic and how much he was there to hold me when I was shaking and crying to badly- when the pain in my gut was too much to bear…
"Yes," I respond. "I will."
And just the look in his eyes-
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Oh fuck. She said yes.
SHE SAID YES!!!
Fuck. She said YES!
I kiss her passionately and thrust inside her harder and she whimpers and writhes underneath me. Her legs tighten around my hips and I can feel her starting to tighten up inside too.
Fuck. I gotta- "Come, Baby," she purrs in my ear.
"You-"
"Wanna feel *you* first," she replies before squeezing around my dick and FUCK.
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I feel his body go rigid as he pumps into me a few more times and I feel him spilling inside me and I swear, sometimes, it just feels soo good and shit. He pinches my clit without warning and SHIT. "Marsh!"
Oh god.
Fuck. He just falls on top of me and I continue rubbing his back. I swear- he's just like a cat. If he could purr, he would.
"Marshall?" I say softly.
"Yeah?"
"Do you- *really* wanna-"
"Yeah, yes." He kisses my neck gently. "Wasn't plannin' on proposing *tonight*- it just sorta… happened. Got thinkin' 'bout it and-"
"But are you sure? I can't… go *through* it again." Because I can't. It hurt too long and cost too much.
I whimper a bit when he climbs off me and settles beside me with a hand on my stomach. "I don't think it'll be the same. It feels different now, doesn't it? Us?"
"Yeah, but- it's not the first time we've tried to do it differently." I mean- we've tried *so* many times it was exhausting. God- there were nights when I wanted to- well, I wanted to give up. I wanted to quit. Nights when the pain of not having Marshall hurt too much to bear and I couldn't hurt him, so I hurt myself and I can't *do* that again. I love him so much; I often think it's too much.
"So we'll take it slow. Don't gotta get married next week. We take our time and do it right. I know it's- we've tried before- but that was all before, Kim. That was all before we realized how much we mean to each other- before we were this committed. Because I *am*," he props himself up on his elbow and looks at me. "I *am* committed to this, Kim. You and me- working, staying. C'mon, you *know* you can't imagine anyone else but me forever. You told me so- 'member? The first time?"
I smile. "I remember." After the first time we had sex and I was sore and he wasn't sure if he'd hurt me or done it right and I told him there'd never be anyone else forever.
And maybe I'm crazy, but I believe him. *This* time, more than all the other times, I trust him. I believe him when he says that he loves me and he's committed to us, no matter what.
God- maybe we're both crazy but it'll be one helluva trip.
It always is, with him.
Author: crazyevildru@yahoo.com
These stories are for entertainment purposes only. They are completely fictitious, and the authors mean no harm to EMINEM, his family, friends, or anyone else that may have been depicted as a 'real life' character. No money was made on the fiction here, either directly or indirectly, i.e. paid advertising. In other words - it's just a bunch of shit we wrote for fun. Please don't take it seriously.