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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++++++++Mmm. I *love* wakin' up this way with Kim's soft breast under my head- the perfect pillow. She's got an arm around me, her hand splayed on my back, and this is *nice*.
I rub her belly a little bit and wonder if she's awake. I glance at the clock. It's eight in the morning? Damn. I wanted to sleep more since I couldn't really sleep last night. Just knowing that Lily was *here*, under our roof… it was so calming but I was too excited about it.
"Five more minutes," she groans. "Just five more."
I slide my head down her body so I can kiss her belly softly. "Morning, Baby. Tell your Mama to get the fuck up."
"Then she smacks me upside the head playfully. "Don't talk to the baby like that, Marsh. He can hear you, ya know."
"He?" I ask and toss her a glance before placing my head back on her chest. She runs her hand through the short hair at the base of my neck gently and I feel her nod. "How do you know? I ask.
"'Cause I feel it- I just- *know*. We're gonna have a son."
Wow. A boy? I'ma have a son?
I sit up and look at her. We interlock fingers and- "You sure?"
"Ninety-nine percent," she replies.
"What's his name gonna be?"
"Marshall Bruce Mathers the forth, of course."
"HELLO NO! That's a *terrible* name- Marshall- what kinda name is *that* to give a kid?"
"I like it," she replies.
"No. What about after someone in our lives- like Paul or Shaun. Like- Shaun Paul or something like that."
"Marsh?"
"Yeah?"
"You *really* wanna name your first son after a pop star?"
"Good point. What about Jason or Mark or Mike?"
"BORING. How about Ethan?"
"What the hell kind of name is *that*?" I ask.
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He's too cute really. He has this thing- he crinkles his nose and it's really cute. "Ethan's a nice name," I tell him. I like it. I don't want something as traditional as Mike or Mark. And I don't know how I know that it's a boy. I just… *do*.
"Might as well name it Marshall," he shrugs.
"Okay!"
"KIM!" He sighs in frustration.
"We've got six more months- we can kick names around and see what fits."
"You're right," he nods.
"I *know* I am."
"Smartass."
"Gimme a kiss," I order him. I love Marshall lips in the morning.
"With morning breath?" He protests with a smirk but that's never stopped us before so I grab his arm to yank him down to me for a hungry morning kiss.
He slowly wraps his arm around my waist, places his hand under the small of my back and gently lifts my body up a bit so I arch into him. Meanwhile, his other hand has smoothed back my hair and is cupping my face and I sigh. Things couldn't *be* more perfect.
He slides his hand a bit lower so he can pull his t-shirt up my body and caress my ass. "Marsh-" I groan when he moves that wonderful mouth down to my collarbone. I've got one arm around his neck and the other hand slides down his back.
"I love you, Kimmy," he moans softly before looking into my eyes. "I can't wait for when I can say that I made love to my wife."
"So… when do we wanna- I mean… are we gonna set a date?" I mean… I just wanna know.
"We could married tonight if you wanted. I don't care. If you wanna plan a huge thing- that's fine, you can have whatever you want. If you want a small ceremony tomorrow, we'll do it."
"Really?" I guess I just… don't really think he *means* it.
"Anything you want, Kim," he says before running his tongue up my neck to my ear.
"Marsh- we can't-"
"Can't we?"
"We have *children* here, Marsh-"
"And they're prolly asleep." His hand pushes the fabric up and one of his legs slips between mine and I feel his thigh just barely rubbing me. "C'mon… you're not too sore, are you?"
"No, no- I just... with Lily here?"
"Oh, come on, Kim. You *know* you want to…" he whispers seductively into my ear as he presses his erection against my thigh.
Shit. I make sure he's watching when I lick my palm a bit and then slide my hand into his boxers to stroke him. "How come you always know just how to seduce me?"
"I've had a lot of practice," he smiles before kissing me again as I pull on him firmly.
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~~~~~~~~I slowly realize there's a small voice whispering in my ear. "Rae-Rae…" she partially sings. "Rae-Rae? Are you awake?"
I'm careful not to smile. I almost forgot- Hailie ended up sleeping in here after all last night. She's too cute. She just curled right up next to me too. And then there was a lot of giggling and laughing.
Yesterday was really nice too. I mean… *really* nice. Marshall barbequed hot dogs and hamburgers and we had chips and soda and fruit salad. Then we all went into the pool and Hai-Hai and I had races across the shallow end of the pool and then she showed me how she can dive into the water. She can even touch the bottom at eight feet deep! She's a great swimmer, but he is too, I guess.
He swam around with Whitney on his shoulders a bit and she loves the water too. She'd crawl around on the steps and Kim bounced her around the shallow end. It was nice.
Then they gave Hai and Whit a bath while I did some reading and we watched Liar, Liar with some Chinese they ordered. It was nice.
Hailie has been all over me, but it's kinda… nice.
I still have no freakin' clue what to call them. Calling 'em Kim and Marshall seems really stupid, but- I can't call them Mom and Dad.
I doubt they're up. It's nearly nine.
"Rae-Rae?"
"ROAR!" I yell before grabbing her suddenly and she gasps for breath.
"YOU SCARED ME!" She screams as I pin her beneath me and start tickling her. "AH! NO! NO!"
"You wake me up, I tickle you!"
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++++++++"Shit," I growl and bite my lip as I hold her hips as she moves almost frantically on me. "Soon, Kim, soon," I tell her and close my eyes as I arch off the bed and into her as I spill inside her and feel her quivering around me soon after my orgasm claims me.
"Fuck," she whimpers when she lays down on top of me as I slip from inside. "Okay- you win, morning sex is fun."
"Tol' ya so."
I rub her back and she kisses my chest softly.
"You *sure* it's a boy?"
"I really think so, Marsh. Is that… okay?"
"It's perfect, Kim. God- I want this so much- our family. If I never get on a stage again, this will be enough."
"No it won't," she says.
"What?" I ask. Why would she-
"You *need* it, Marsh. I get that now." She sits up and looks at me. "I understand. You need it and that's okay because I know you also need *me* and this baby- and our family."
I place my hands on her sides and just take in her form. She's just a *bit* slick from the little bout of sex, but she's got that pregnant happy glow.
"I *love* you, Kim. I always have and I always will. No amount of distance or fame or money or groupies can stop that or interfere. *Nothing* you do will *ever* make me stop."
"I know," she smiles.
"I know you do, but I felt like I should say it." And then I lift her up and softly throw her beside me and dive for her stomach. "And we love you too, little Dylan."
"Dylan?" She questions.
"Just came to me."
"It's nice."
"Well- we'll have to figure all the things that can be possibly made from it and rhymed wit' it before it passes the name test and makes it way into the name pool."
"I'll leave that up to you."
"Good. Hear that, Son?" I ask her stomach. "I'ma make sure there's a good list of non-tragic names for you." And then I kiss her stomach softly.
Could things *be* more perfect?
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*********"Whitney!" Lily says and Whit turns her head and smiles when Lily tosses the ball gently into Whit's lap. "So do you want a boy or girl?" She asks me.
This is… really nice. I'm laying at the foot of our bed and Lily's got her legs spread in a V and she's at the head of the bed. Whit's leaning back against my stomach playing throw and catch with Lily. Well- as much catch as a one-year-old can have.
Marsh and Hai went for a drive to get me, us, ice cream and Taco Bell.
"Well… I'm pretty sure it's a boy," I tell her touching Whit's face a little while she giggles and throws the ball.
"How?"
"I just… got a feelin'. Marsh and I are going to have a son." I place my hand over my stomach and the growing child inside me. I never feel so alive as like earlier with Marshall's child growing inside me and his cock making my insides ache with pleasure.
"Marshall… told me about- the wedding."
"I know," I tell her. "He told me last night that he did."
"We had a nice talk."
"I'm glad," I say. "So- you're in for the school next semester, right?" She nods. "Well- remember our deal. If you want, I could write you a check. I don't know when you'll go shopping for your computer and whatnot…"
"Oh, prolly won't be for another month or so. Mary says they'll send a package the end of July that'll list books and requirements for the upcoming school year. So-"
"I have to admit, Lily, it is… so nice to have you here. You know you're more than welcome here whenever you wish."
"I know," she answers me with a smile.
<Ding. Dong.>
"Who could *that* be?" Marsh and Hailie wouldn't ring the doorbell. Who the hell else would be *here*?
"Maybe it's Mary?" She offers.
"Could be," I concede.
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Kim starts to get up, but I hop up. "I'll run down."
"Well- I'll still come down. I'll just put Whit in her crib for a bit," she says as I dash down the stairs. Mary knows I'm here- I bet she's just popping in to say hi.
I swing open the door happily. "H-" I stop dead in my tracks.
I think it's-
"Babysitter?" She questions.
"Huh? No. Who are-"
"Where's Marshall?"
"He's not *here*," I say and try to shut the door but she pushes it open and really looks at me.
"Well… I don't believe it," she says.
"What?" Who the fuck does she think she *is* just coming *in* here? I mean… I thought they said they don't *talk* to her.
She grabs my shoulders a bit roughly and looks deep into my eyes. "I'll be damned."
"LET HER GO!" Kim yells from the top of the stairs and she roughly pushes me away.
"So you're whoring yourself quite a bit then?" She asks Kim.
What a horrible, horrible person! None other than-
"Debbie, what do you *want*?" Kim asks, coming down the stairs quickly. "Moreover, how the fuck did you get *in* here?"
"I heard of the family reunion!" She says, turning back to me. "So the bastard daughter returns?"
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Oh that's *it*. I see red and slap her hard across the face. "You will not *address* my daughter," I say through gritted teeth. "Nor will you touch her or so much as *look* at her."
"Where is my *son*?" She says angrily.
"He's not here and he don't wanna *see* you," I tell her, but she brushes by me.
"So what does your precious *daughter* think of your mind control over my son? Or have you brainwashed her as well?" Debbie asks, looking into the living.
"What are you *doing*?" I ask her angrily. God- where is security when you need it?
"Looking for my son."
"I *told* you, he's not *here*. I'll tell him to give you a call."
"No you won't, lying bitch. Steal my son from me, keep my granddaughter away from me and you're trying to slowly poison Nathan against me too. Will you stop at nothing to keep me miserable?"
"Marsh and Nate *know* what a terrible mother you are, I didn't have to point that out. Now get out of my house!"
She grabs my hand and looks down at my fingers. "No rings. Not your house, *Kim*," she says and pushes me away.
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She's a truly horrible, horrible- god. Seeing her act this way- the things she says… god. I will not cry. She doesn't know me. She doesn't know me at all. She hasn't the right to even *consider* me in her reasoning.
"If you'd just close your legs and-"
"HEY!" Kim screams as Debbie starts heading up the stairs. "Where do you think you're *going*?" Kim asks as she starts up after Debbie.
"I *know* he's here. You're keeping him from me and I'm his mother. I need him. And you're KEEPING him from me! Brainwashing him and making him hate me!" Debbie reaches the top of the stairs.
"He hates you all on his own!" Kim spits, stopping a step behind her when Debbie turns to her.
"Oh and you take joy in that, don't you? It's YOUR FAULT!" Debbie screams. "YOUR fault my *son* won't help me!"
"Help you? He *hates* you and with good *reason*! *YOU'RE* THE REASON I COULDN'T KEEP MY *DAUGHTER*!" Kim screams at the top of her lungs and-
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I don't know whose car that is. "I'll put the ice cream in the freezer!" Hailie announces as I get my key out but the door is unlocked. Screaming?
"AND I'M DYING BECAUSE OF *YOU*!" My mother screams before she-
"KIM!" I scream and throw the taco bag as I dive to the ground where Kim lands at the bottom of the stairs.
"MOMMY!" Hailie shrieks.
"Oh god!" Lily gasps. "Is she-"
"Mommy?" Hailie cries, about to flip Kim over.
"NO!" I yell at her and she sobs even more. God- "Hailie-" I look down and she *is* breathing. Oh god- the baby! "CALL 911!" I yell to Lily, who is already on her way to the phone.
I look up at the top of the stairs and- god. "YOU FUCKIN' BITCH!" I yell.
"Marshall-"
"SEE WHAT YOU FUCKIN' DID?!"
"Marshall, I didn't-"
"YES YOU DID! SHE'S FUCKIN' *PREGNANT*, MOM! YOU JUST- THREW MY PREGNANT FIANCÉE DOWN THE FUCKIN' STAIRS!!! And for what?"
Hailie's wailing now and god- okay. "Hailie-"
"Is Mommy dead?"
"Ambulance should be here in five minutes!" Lily says, running in with the phone. "Should we- move her or-"
"No- her neck could be-" God.
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Shit. I just- can't get that out of my head- watching Kim fall down the stairs- toppling over herself.
Hailie's screaming and crying, staring at Kim and- I hear Whitney upstairs crying. Okay. I shake my head. I… need to be the big sister.
"Hailie, Baby- c'mere," he says and picks her up. Okay.
I'll go up and get Whitney. Debbie comes down and I run up to Whitney's room. God.
I brace myself against the wall. I can't lose another mother before I even *have* her.
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"Marshall-"
"*Don't*," I growl. "Don't *ever* address me again."
I hear the ambulance sirens and it's all just a blur as I hold my baby. They come in and do all sorts of things to Kim- I don't know.
"What happened here?" A policeman asks me.
God. I glance at my mother and back at the officer. "She-"
"Debbie pushed her down the stairs," I hear Lily say.
I just- can't believe my own… *mother*- Shit.
I put Hailie down and rush over to the paramedics. "She's pregnant!" I tell them.
"How far along?"
"Three months. Is the- is he okay?"
"We won't know until we get her to the hospital and hook her up to a baby monitor. You gonna come with us?"
I nod. "Yes. Yes. I-" No. Shit. I glance over at Hailie who's still crying and hugging Lily tightly. "I'll follow you," I tell them. "Are we- you ready?"
"Yes. We're taking her out to the ambulance now."
I nod. This isn't happening. I swear- this isn't happening.
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He looks so… lost. I hold Hailie tighter and bounce Whitney on my hip while hushing them both.
Marshall comes over as they wheel the stretcher out to the ambulance and I notice the police officer has Debbie in custody.
The other office comes over to us. "Mr. Mathers?"
"Yeah- yes?"
"My partner is going to take your mother down to the station for questioning. I'll drive you to the hospital behind the ambulance if you-"
"Please yeah- thanks." The officer walks away and he pulls us all into his arms. "It'll be okay, Girls." But inside… I *know* what he's thinking. I think he and I *both* know what happened.
His mother killed his son tonight.
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.