shadyfiction.com - Rain, chapter 17

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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She's been quiet for about five minutes now. She finally stopped crying.

"Kimmy? Baby?" Shit. Could my voice *sound* more child-like?

"Is it *always* gonna be like this?" She asks extremely softly.

I sigh a bit. At least she's *talking* to me. But, "Kim, are you okay? I didn't… *hurt* you, did I?"

"How come we *do* this to each other?"

"Kim, *please*, Baby, just… look at me. *Please*."

"How come it takes us screaming at each other to… I just don't get it."

"*Kim*," I say insistently. I guess, if she's not gonna come out an answer me, I'll just come out and ask. "Did I just… rape you?"

God. I'll just die if she says yes.

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Ohgod. Duh. I turn around quickly and wince a bit when I move. My body *does* hurt.

"No, Marsh," I say and touch his face softly. "God, no. Sorry… I didn't- don't freak out."

"Kim, I- god, look achu." He looks down and yeah, he left some bruises, but…

"Nothing I didn't want," I confess.

"Are you sure?"

"Absolutely," I nod.

"Then- I hurt you, you were crying and-"

"Shh," I say and place my finger on his lips.

I forget how worried he gets about me sometimes. I was dumb for not answering him. I just- had to think.

"Then what- why were you crying?"

"I don't know," I admit. I mean… I really don't. "I just- I mean… it *hurt* but- not enough to make me cry. I'm just- emotional."

"Pregnant?" He asks and I smile and say, "That too."

"Are you sore?" He asks, worry in his eyes and I can't lie to him. He'll *know*.

"Will be," I reply.

"Kim- what happened?"

"Round 275," I say and he nods his head in agreement. "Take me home?"

"Are you *sure* I didn't-"

"I came, didn't I?"

"Doesn't matter," he mutters and I *know* what's in his head.

"I got what I wanted. I just-"

"What?"

I sigh, "I just don't know."

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"DAAAADDY!!" Hailie yells happily as she runs into the room and leaps into my arms. "I missed you *so* much!"

"I missed you too, Hai. *Too* much."

God- it feels so good to have my baby in my arms again. Shit. I miss her so fuckin' much when I ain't here and ya know- one of our problems was always her bein' jealous of Hai's and my relationship. And I guess I was jealous a' *her* 'cause she gets to be wit' Hai when I can't. When I was workin' two jobs, Kim got to be home wit' her and now- I guess we're still those jealous people.

We can't help it. It's just how we was raised.

I mean… Kim's parents fuckin' *bred* jealously and competition between her and Dawn and *my* fuckin' mother was *always* fuckin' pointin' out how much we didn't have and was constantly tryin' to get what everyone *else* had.

"Mommy!" She starts to jump for Kim but I stop her.

"HAI! Mommy's pregnant, okay? You can't go jumpin' on her, okay?"

"Yeah," she sighs.

"I'ma go upstairs," Kim says softly. "Can you get the girls to bed?"

"Yeah, yeah," I tell her as she sorta limps to the stairs. She's *real* sore.

Me an' my stupid ego…

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Dawn hands Whit to Marsh and grabs my arm just as I get to the stairs.

"What the hell happened?" She demands.

"Dawn," I groan. "Don't."

"Why are you limping?"

"Dawn- I'm tired. I wanna go to bed."

"Fine. Just tell me what the fuck happened," she says as she let's my arm go and starts following my up the stairs.

"I had sex with my fiancé. Okay? Is that okay wichu?"

"And now you're limping?"

"It was really good sex," I reply coldly. We get to the bedroom and I take the coat off. I think I was-

"WHAT THE FUCK?!!" She exclaims. "Since when does sex cover you with bruises and handprints?"

Fuck. I'd forgotten about-

"Kim- what did he *do* to you?"

"Dawn, it's nothing. We just-" shit. I don't know. "It got a bit intense so-"

"Intense my *ass*. He fuckin' *hurt* you."

"Just let it go?" Shit. I walk into the bathroom and turn the hot water on.

"And now you're showering? He fuckin'-"

"Why can't you just let it go?" I practically yell. I'm so- she really infuriates me sometimes. "Ya know- this is one of the reasons I pushed you outta the car."

"What is?" She asks, shocked.

"The fact that you won't LET IT GO!" With that- I push her out the door and close it. "It's between him and me. Leave it alone."

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"… cradle and all," I finish the song and she's out. Whitney loves being sung to. And kids are the best. They don't give a shit if you can sing or not; they love their parents' voices. She's so beautiful; peaceful. Ya know- her newborn pics were terrible because her skin was discolored a bit, but she's really growing into her features.

I keep rocking a bit as she cuddles into the crook of my arm. Man… what a great life. (Despite whatever the hell is goin' on 'tween me and Kim.

I wonder if we'll have a girl or boy this time. In a way, I want another girl 'cause they're a bit easier, I think. And I *love* havin' daughters. But in a very… manly way- I kinda think it would be cool to have a son. Like… walkin' around and introduce people to my *son*. Teach my son how to be a *real* man and take *care* of your family and *honor* your wife.

But I guess as long as it's healthy, I don't care either way.

Okay. *Now* comes the fine art of putting the child in the crib without waking her up.

I move very slowly and quietly and manage to get her in the crib. I place the blanket over her and it's pretty warm in here, so she don't need another blanket. I place Elly next to her and place a soft kiss on her forehead. "Night night, Baby."

Aiight. Hai's down already and I guess I'll just go down and make sure the doors are locked and the lights is off.

"Hey, Dawn," I say as I get into the kitchen. I guess she's just leavin'.

"So you violate my pregnant sister and say 'hey' to me?"

"Huh? Violate? What?"

"You fuckin' *raped* her!"

"Yo- I did *not*."

"God- to think I was actually tryin' to *help* you and convince my parents that it's *different* this time and-"

"HEY!" I yell and get her attention. "I may be a lot a' things, but a rapist ain't one of 'em!"

"Then tell me why she's covered in bruises and limpin' around!"

"It ain't none a' your business, *Dawn*."

"Oh, but it *is* if you expect me to leave my sister here with *you*."

"You can't do nuthin' about it," I challenge. Times like these, I can totally understand why Kim would push her out of a moving vehicle.

"I'll have you arrested!" Shit. Just like Kim- always goin' for the kill.

Shit. "Dawn-"

"I'll call 'em right now and make their *dreams* come true."

"You have no right! I didn't do *nuthin'* to you!"

"No, but Kim is too fuckin' *blinded* by you to do anything about it. So *I'll* do something about it."

"DAWN!" We both turn to find Kim standing there looking angry. "This is none of your *business*," she states forcefully.

"Kim- he fuckin'-"

"He didn't do anything to me I didn't like and if he had, it's *my* business. Don't go make trouble for him *or* me."

"But-"

"DAWN!" Kim yells. Shit. We *really* gotta sort this out and fast. "It's time for you to go now. And don't do nuthin' stupid."

"Fine. But you should really think about whether *this* is the guy you wanna be with."

"Oh- and Dean was the best choice for you?! At least Marshall works!"

"He may be a dead beat, but he doesn't *beat* me."

"Marsh doesn't either. Now go!"

Dawn leaves a few minutes later, storming out while saying, "Don't come cryin' to *me* when *this* time don't work out."

She leaves and I just… Kim looks tired. Too tired to get into this now, I think.

"You're tired," I tell her as if she didn't know.

"Ya think?" She smiles sleepily. "Hai woke me up at the crack of dawn this mornin' 'cause she was all excited abouchu comin' home."

"C'mon," I say, offering my hand to her. "I'll tuck you in."

"Sounds nice."

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As soon as he settles in on his side, I wrap myself around him and he pulls me close to him. I love the scent of his body; he just smells… *manly*.

"I love you, Marsh," I sigh and kiss his neck softly as I snuggle close.

He's quiet for a few minutes- I'm not sure how long. But I have to force myself to come back from near sleep when I hear him softly say, "I never meant to do this to you, Kim."

"You didn't do anything wrong," I state. "I was… right there with you."

"Then why was you cryin'?"

"I don't *know*. I just… it hurt, but a good hurt. I was just…"

"Why'd you get so fuckin' *mad* to begin wit'?"

Okay. I guess we're gonna talk this through now so I pull away a bit so his arms are still around me and my one arm is under my head and my other arm is still around *him*, my hand resting on his back.

"I just wanted… you *know* how horny I get- when I'm pregnant. I just- wanted a really good fuck and you just wouldn't give it to me."

"I *was*!" He protests.

"But you just… I didn't wanna *play*- and you were just pushing and refusing and-"

"You coulda just *tol'* me."

"I did! I begged you to fuck me and you *wouldn't*."

He's about to protest but he stops himself and he nods. "Sorry- I just… thought you was bein' playful."

"Okay- pregnant lady? *Not* playful- *especially* since I hadn't had you here for *three* *weeks*."

"You mad? That I left?"

I shake my head. "No. We've both known you were gonna leave. I'm not- I'm trying *real* hard to *not* get upset when you gotta work. I *know* it's the reason we can even *be* here. I mean… where the fuck would we be if didn't have this incredible talent? I'd be a waitress somewhere, bustin' my ass night shifts and you'd be workin' two jobs and we'd never see each other and be arguin' all the time and keepin' Hai up at night… I don't *want* that. I don't wanna be those people, Marsh."

"Me neither," he agrees and his fingers start drawing circles on my hip. It's nice. "I'm sorry I missed that earlier. I just… the leather just… I thought we was playin'. But you're *sure* I didn't-"

"*I* jumped *you*, remember? I just… I guess I was crying because… it bothers me that we *have* to fight to get that intense. Ya know? Like there we were- and it was rough and I liked it, I just… I've been waiting so long for you- I think I was just too sensitive for it tonight, wasn't prepared. I mean… it was *hot*. But-"

"I didn't mean nuthin' that I said, Kim. I *do* wanna marry you an'-"

"I know. It's just… what we do. Just… why do we always *hurt* each other that way? I mean… as much as we're tryin' are we just doomed? I mean… is this *it*?"

"It's *can't* be. Where we goin' wrong? Like… is it the sex?"

"Marsh," I protest.

"No, c'mon. If we wanna fix it, we gotta find out what broke. Are you… do I satisfy you? Sexually? I mean… it a sex problem?"

"No," I shake my head. "I don't think so. I mean… maybe it is though," I shrug. "I just- why do we gotta argue to get it that intense? That's my question. If we *want* that, do we gotta find stupid shit to fight about?"

"No," I reply. "'Cause that day with… the dildo- that was-"

"Yeah. That was…" Wow. That was fuckin' *awesome*. Intense as hell- like today.

"So how did we get there that day? We wasn't fightin' was we?"

"No," I answer. "We were just havin' fun."

"So maybe that's it?"

"What?"

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THAT'S IT!

"Think about it, Kim! When we was younger, we *never* fought *as* much as after we had Hai."

"I don't-"

"We used to have *fun*," I state. I mean- it makes *so* much sense now. "We used to go out and fool around and play wit' each other. What happened to that?"

"We became parents. We had to work more. We lost the carelessness of the seventeen year old kids we were."

"Like- before- when we was takin' ten minutes for each other every day, at *least*- maybe we should do ten minutes serious a day and ten minutes for fun."

"What? To play board games?" She raises an eyebrow sarcastically.

"No, but- what did we used to do? OH! Maybe we should like… go on a date- once a week or something. Like… I could drive around the block and come pick ya up and we could go to dinner or something and… like we had *fun* in Niagara Falls, when it was us. We gotta…"

"Make things not so serious all the time?"

"I mean- when was the last time you remember *laughing* together?"

"I don't- not really."

"See? That's wrong."

"Yeah. It is."

"Like- maybe the fun thing we gotta bring into bed too."

"Like how?" She asks and cuddles up to me again.

"Dunno. Is there… any fantasy you got?"

"Ohshit- Marsh- I'm too tired to think."

"Well… maybe we should like… get a book or something- ya know- how to spice it up."

"I think it's pretty spicy," she giggles.

"C'mon, I'm serious though. If we're… having problems *now*- what'll be like in twenty years?"

She sighs. "Okay- you want spicy? I'll *give* you spicy."

"Huh?" Okay- I'm intrigued and so is my dick.

"Next time it's my turn… I'ma spice it up and it'll be fun."

"Aiight. Deal."

"Can I go to sleep now?"

"Yeah, yeah. Sleep."

I swear, within like five seconds, she's breathing deeply and is out.

Okay- that went well. God- I'm glad we got through that more or less. I really *really* have hope for the future. But I think that's part of it though. We don't hardly have *fun* anymore.

Ooo! I know the *perfect* date! Now I just gotta arrange it.

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I answer the door and am surprised to see a FED EX guy here on a Sunday afternoon.

I didn't think they *worked* on Sunday's.

"Hi," I greet him. "Do you even *work* on Sunday?"

"Every day of the year. It's what puts us ahead of other companies. I have a delivery for Lily Fredricks."

"That's me." I sign my name on his machine and take the envelope. "Thanks."

"Have a nice day," he says as he walks away and I rip the tab from the back of the envelope. There's a note. I open it and-

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.