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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++++++++"KIM!" I rush into the room and I'm glad Lily didn't come back wit' me. "Kim!" I practically dive onto the bed and grab her hand. "Are you-"
"I'm *fine*," she says. "I didn't wanna freak you out. I'm-"
"What *happened*?!" My god. Proof just called and said they was on their way to the hospital. No details or-
"I'm okay," she states. "I'm fine. Relax, Marsh."
"What the fuck *happened*? Is the baby-"
"Yes. We're fine." She takes my hand and places it on her belly. "I'm fine. And our *son* is fine."
I take a deep breath and squeeze her stomach gently. Okay. She looks calm so… I think I can start breathing. And she don't go many machines hooked up to her- just an IV. "Then why you *here*?"
"You're gonna kill me, but- they said somethin' 'bout the baby not gettin' enough oxygen- something about dehydration and stress from the accident and-"
"Are you okay?"
"Yes. I'm fine. They've been making me drink water and been pumping me with whatever that is- to rehydrate. I guess I need to drink more so the blood can flow better to the baby."
"But baby's okay and you're okay?"
"Yeah- just… some cramps, but- they said that's normal. They monitored the baby for a couple hours and everything is perfectly normal. Just avoid stress- emotional and physical- and drink plenty of water."
"Sure?"
"Yeah," she nods. "Don't worry. We're all good."
"Where's Hai and Whit?"
"Dawn has 'em. Luckily, they don't know I came here like this- in an ambulance."
"They lettin' you go today?"
"Yeah- they said after four. They wanted to keep for observation once more. But… the cramps stopped a while ago. *Relax*."
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I touch his face gently and I really wish Shaun had called him back and told him I was okay. But things were just really crazy. The ambulance came and got me and Marsh called and we were just in a rush.
"I'm okay," I repeat and he sighs in relief. "They're sending in a nutritionist to talk to me about eating right and whatnot. But they said I'ma be fine. I just gotta eat right, drink a lot, and relax."
"Okay, okay. I was just- worried."
Okay enough of this. "Tell me about Lily. What happened?"
"OH!" His eyes light up and he lifts his shirt.
"MARSHALL!" Oh my god! He's- covered in bruises. "What the fuck happened?"
"Our daughter," he says proudly. "She's pretty good, ain't she?"
"MARSH!"
"Okay, okay. Well- after you fell asleep last night, I was listenin' to my messages and Rob had called. So I called him back and he said she was really depressed and angry and they didn't really know what to do with her. But he said that everyone had left her, or at least that's what she thought. Soooo… I barged into her room an' told her to get the fuck up. And I took her to a boxing ring."
"Boxing?!" Huh?
"It dawned on me that when I'm pissed or angry, I head to the studio and get it all out. But what does she do? She has *nothing*- no release. And she had these things going on and I remembered that Proof had said she seemed angry, but not wanting to let it go, so-"
"You let her take it out on you."
"And it helped too!" He says, taking my hands. "She fuckin' *wailed* on me, but I think it really helped. She got a few good shots in, obviously, but then she just collapsed and just cried for like an hour or so and I held her."
"Well… is she-" I mean. Should we *aim* to make her cry hysterically?
"She calmed down and we just sat and talked there about my mother and you and what happened with the baby. It's like all these things she screamed when she was punchin' me- she said she knew better than to believe it all, but- I don't think she could help it."
"Oh- good."
"I think it really helped. She's even gonna come this weekend with her family and stay, like we'd planned."
"Really?" God- I didn't think she'd ever wanna talk to us again.
"Yeah. I really think she'll be okay now. She seemed… even Rob said she seemed happier when I took her home. So…"
"Then I'm glad." I'm glad he could help her. "Of course, now you like *you* took a header down the stairs."
"Not funny, Kim."
"Yeah, 'cause technically, I took a backer."
"That shit ain't funny, now quit it," he says angrily.
"Sorry." Okay- I guess I can see where it wouldn't be funny since he was here watching me almost die. "*Sorry*."
"That shit just ain't funny."
"I know."
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Aiight. Might as well just… come out and say it. "I put in an offer on another house."
"*What*?" Okay- good. That was a confused what and not a 'I hate you' angry what.
"Bad memories there, Kim. We got… none of us wanna go back there, so… there's another house. I looked at it last summer too and it's still for sale. So… I thought we might move."
"Where?"
"Oakland."
"Oh. That's…"
"I know. Sudden. But… Hai's scared to go back there and I *know* you're hesitant about it and-"
"Your studio. And school for Hailie-"
"I can build another studio. 'Sides there's some shit I wish were different about it. Plus I can expand it and Hailie- we'll pay to keep her where she is. Still gonna be the same drive time to get her there. Ain't like we can't afford it."
"But…"
"But what?" I mean. It ain't like this is a one second decision. I was thinkin' about it before and- "We only got four bedrooms now, Kim. And… we got Hai and Whit and… maybe one day a place for Lily? Plus the new baby and…" Shit.
"What?" She asks.
"I wanna… have *more* babies wichu. I mean… let's fill up the fuckin' house wit' kids! Let's have just a big compound a' lil Kim's 'n' Marshall's!"
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I look down as he talks and he's playing with my fingers like we used to when we'd be sittin' on his couch watchin' TV with Debbie next to us.
"Think about it, Kim. We can… we can *have* that. We can have our dream." His eyes are so bright right now. He hasn't gotten this excited since he came home and told me he'd met Dr. Dre. "I can… I can *give* you that now. The kids, the house an' cars and…"
There it is again. It's like… all his life he was told he was a failure. His teachers, principals, mother, father… kids at school- *every*one told him he was failure. Even *me*. I'm not proud of it, but when we fought, when we were spewing words faster than he rhymes, we didn't aim to hurt, we aimed to kill. And that hurt him *most*. I'd just tell him he was loser that couldn't feed his family and that would be *it*. I'd win.
I wish I hadn't. I wish we hadn't done a lot- but we did and… his whole mission is to prove he's *not* a failure. Not just the money- it's what he *does* with the money. It enables him to give us what we need. I mean… even when we were divorced, he was still giving me more money than I needed to take care of the bills.
"And I want it, Kim," he says. "I want our dream."
I swear- I'm fuckin' tearing up. I remember our dream. It's the only thing I ever wanted. I wanted to be mother to his kids and I wanted to be his. We'd lay awake at night holding each other and talk about what we'd have 'one day'. We called it 'what if' and we'd have ten kids runnin' around and a big pretty house and our kids would *never* want for anything and they'd always be loved and accepted…
"I want a *wife* and a *family*. I wanna put all this bad shit behind us and move the fuck *on*, Kim. Whadya think about that?"
And I *am* hesitant. Like… if he buys this house- it's like… we're *together*. Like… as a family and it's really happening and for real and… permanent. Forever. And we were there once before and we fucked it up. But… I really wanna take that chance. It feels different this time. It really does. And… I *love* him. He's all I've ever wanted- *this* is all I ever wanted.
"Let's do it," I smile. "Let's bring this baby into a house full of love."
His smile is *huge* when he says, "We will."
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~~~~~~~~"Lily? You pack enough stuff?"
"Hey- I wanna be prepared for anything," I smile and put the last of my five suitcases down. "Besides… we'll be there for a week. I gotta make sure I got everything." Plus- I may end up staying longer. I don't know. It's all up in the air and for once, that's not too scary.
"Like you'll have time to read or do any homework."
"I don't have homework there," I laugh. Like I'm bring books to read and papers to write! HA! *Every*one needs a vacation. Even me.
"Then what the hell do you have?" Rob asks.
"Make up, clothes… girl stuff. And get used to it. Before you know it, Jess'll have all her girl stuff all over the place."
And with that, I head back upstairs to make sure I didn't miss anything. "Marce?" I find her in Jessie's room packing up her clothes. "What time we gotta be at the airport tomorrow?"
"Relax."
"I know, I just… I don't wanna miss it or be late or anything."
"We'll be fine on time," she smiles.
I still can't… "I'm really sorry," I say. I don't know how many times I've said that this past week. I still can't believe what I said to her about mom and- "I didn't mean it."
"Listen and listen well, Lil," she sighs in frustration. "I *know*. Okay? Grief hurts and I *know* you… it's been hard. You needed to vent."
And he *knew* that. He knew it like he was my dad and I was his daughter. And he held me afterwards and… he just let me talk and cry and just… *deal* with it. That's what he said.
And when he drove me home in the wee hours of the morning? It's like… my *heart* was lighter. I mean… I still miss her, but… it stings just a little less. I have love in my heart again.
And they called last night to make sure things were good to go and to tell us they just moved. Like… *just* moved. And I'm kinda glad about that. I don't wanna think about those stairs and I sure as hell don't wanna see 'em again.
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*********I open my eyes and… she'll be here today. This afternoon.
And… this place is… really great.
Happened so fast- I figured we'd move in a month or so. But… they accepted the offer. Marsh laid down fifty thousand to get it inspected and taken care of in a day and then he paid the movin' company a million to have us moved in three days. The studio will take a bit to get hooked up. But... they moved *fast* for the money. It's just been a whirlwind but luckily, he really didn't have a lot of stuff. I mean… Hai's room was really the most shit to move. But we didn't have a life's worth of stuff piled up. We didn't have money *to* pile anything up.
We went shopping and bought new furniture and a new bed for Whitney so we can use her crib for the new baby. Our *son*. Every time I say that, Marsh gets this big dopey grin on his face and this glint of pride in his eyes.
*And* we bought a bedroom set for us. He said he wanted us to pick stuff out together, stuff I would like for us and the living room and whatnot. He said it was my house too and he wanted it to be *our* stuff, not his. It was *really* sweet.
So we have his and her dressers and two walk in closets and this *huge* king sized four-poster bed. We got- I guess he's just in a money-spending mood. I think he met with his accountant and saw the new figures and decided he could afford to blow some of it. So we got a new set for Hailie too and a set for each of the guest bedrooms. And this house is *huge*. I still don't think I've walked through it all.
Of course, that's because I haven't been *allowed* to. He actually bought bottles of water and he's making me drink one every two hours. He's got the prenatal vitamins that the doctor prescribed and a few other suggested ones that he watches me down each morning. And Marshall Fast-Food King went out and bought fruits and vegetables and has been making me eat them. So I told *him* if he ever wanted to see my pussy again, he'd be eating them *with* me.
He's been making me lay down for at least fifteen minutes of every hour and yesterday afternoon actually rubbed my back until I fell asleep. And I haven't been able to touch one thing to put away. I love how he takes care of me.
I smile and open my eyes. He's already awake and staring at me. "Touch me," I whisper. God… I want him to touch me. I wanna feel him.
"Two words. Cracked rib."
"One word. Orgasm."
"Kim-"
God dammit. I'm not gonna *break* but he… *refuses* to touch me. "*Please*, Marsh," I beg. And I don't wanna beg, but… I haven't felt him since… I can't even *remember* the last time I had him in me.
"No stress."
"*Not* making love is stressing me out more than doing it *would*."
"Kim- I ain't gonna hurchu or Dylan." That's what we've been calling him. He came up with the name off the top of his head, and it's just… fit.
"You're *not*," I say but I *know* it ain't gonna matter. I've been begging for two days and if I could move around a bit more, I'd have woken him up with a blow job, but… if we were to… it'd be up to him and he won't *touch* me. "You *won't*," I protest.
"We gotta get ready for our company," he says, kissin' my forehead and standing up.
"*Marsh*! I *need* you."
"I miss you too, Kim. But I ain't gonna cause you to take another trip to the hospital. Maybe in a couple weeks, if you're stronger."
Okay. Fine. It hurts like hell, but I'm willing to put up with the pain to have him inside me again, but… he's following the doctor's orders to the letter and it said no exercise for 4 weeks and he wants to flatter himself and call sex with him exercise. Well… okay, he may be right. But… it doesn't *have* to be.
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++++++++Aiight. I think that… everything is good. Ready.
"Yo, Marsh-"
"What?" I ask.
"Ni have a beer?"
"*No*," I say. I mean… "Nate- you're my underage brother. I ain't gonna let you drink."
"C'mon. You *know* I drink wit' my friends. *Please*?"
"No. We've got company coming."
"You let me drink backstage!"
"Nate- *no*. Not wit' company comin'. Okay?"
"Mom would let me," he mutters under his breath.
"Yeah and mom would let you shoot heroin, but you *shouldn't*. Now take these out to the table."
He grabs the bowls from me and then pauses. "Marsh?"
"What?"
"She gonna like me?"
I can't help but smile a bit. He's worried about it. I mean… he don't really remember her. He was only three when Kim was pregnant and he held Lily once, but- he was too young. So when I told him there was another baby- he didn't believe it until we showed him the pictures. I mean… they're three years apart, so… yeah, he's her uncle, but… I'm hopin' they'll be more friends. Like me and Ronnie.
And that's somethin' we talked a *lot* about, Lily and I- that night. 'Cause Ronnie left me and… it's *not* fair and I get that wit' her. It helped her and to be honest, it helped me too.
"Yeah. I think she will, if you ain't a drunken jerk to her."
"I promise," he says. And I believe him. Partially because I think he's nervous about meetin' her and also that I'll take his car away if he fucks this up. I don't know why he thinks that. Other than the fact that I told him I'd take the car away if he fucked it up.
But he's a good kid. Although I'm not sure that had anything to do with mom. I think, for the most part, we both turned out okay.
"Don't worry about it," I say and he nods and takes off.
"How is he?"
I turn and smile at Kim. I know she's pissed about the whole sex thing. But I ain't gonna hurt her and I think she's more pissed at the situation and not so much at me 'cause I *know* she's still in a lot of pain.
"Good. Now, you should go out and I got your chair all set up for you." I bought her a really nice lounge chair for outside so she'd be comfortable and be able to relax and still see the girls.
"I will. I just… I'm sorry. I'm just… frustrated that-"
"I know," I sigh. "I want you too, but I just… I'm afraid of hurting you or Dylan."
"I know. I *know*. But… maybe we can think of a way that *won't* hurt me."
"Let's think on it and see. 'Kay?"
She nods. "When will they-"
"Soon."
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He kisses me softly and I fight the urge to jump up on his hips and fuck him right here because *that* would *hurt*. *Walking* hurts. I really don't think locking my legs around his hips and riding him standing up would really work out too well. But hey, a girl can dream.
I *could* throw him up on the counter, but… again- I don't think I'll be riding anything for a while.
I sigh and head outside. And it's *crazy* here. Absolutely fuckin' *crazy*. But it's a Fourth of July picnic and a 'finishing tour with one blow out concert' party and a 'welcome Lily and company' party. *And* a housewarming party. So… Marsh is just feeling generous I think.
He and Shaun went out this morning and brought back about twenty pounds of spare ribs, lobsters, clams, steaks and hot dogs and hamburgers for the kids. He musta dropped five hundred easy on the meat alone. He got chips and beer and wine coolers and my *favorite* Malibu, of course I can't *have* any, but… He also got a few watermelons and juice and ice cream and all kinds of salads, potato and pasta and fruit salads. Jesus- we've got enough fuckin' food to feed an army. But… we have an army here. So I guess it makes sense. But it's *still* a *lot* of food.
I look around and I really don't recognize half of them. Let's see. 50 Cent and his friends are here because Marsh says they're in town for the concert and had no place to go. And naturally, if 50 and his friends were gonna be here, D12 had to be here. So we've got all of them and their kids and I like them.
Betty and Jack and the boys, of course, are here because they're family. And Nate's here and has basically moved in because we have the room and he really doesn't wanna be with Debbie. I can't blame him. Plus, I really don't think she was *ever* the best thing for him, but especially not right now.
Dawn and Alaine are also here, of course. I guess we're slowly learning to deal with each other. I don't know. Our relationship is pretty weird, but… when push comes to shove, we're there for each other.
Huh. Ya know- it's funny that like… most of the people here are black. Not that it matters because Marsh always says race is a state of mind and that's true with him, I think.
But Lily is on her way and I can't imagine how nervous Lily must be. I mean… this is the family. D12, Betty, Jack, the boys, Nate… it's family. *Her* family.
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"Come on in!" He says and can I just say- I thought the *other* place was huge? This place is… huge-er. More secure and secluded though. But… "It's a bit… different."
"Huge."
"Yeah, well… we like our space. Are you… sure you wanna-"
"Yeah," I nod. I *know* like… everyone he knows is gonna be here. He said they were doing it up. And I'm really glad Rob and Marcie are here with Jessie. And we're staying at a hotel, so it's not like I'm *staying* here. I'm just… visiting. And I think I can handle that.
"MARSHALL!" Someone screams. "WHERE'S THE SAUCE AT? UNCLE JACK NEEDS IT!"
I look behind Marshall and see- well… I'm pretty sure it's his brother, because they look very similar with the hair and all.
"C'mere, Dawg," Marsh says and okay, my heart is pounding a little bit. I mean… what if this whole thing is just awkward or if they don't like me or- "Nate, this is Rob and Marcie Davidson. Their daughter Jessica. And *this* is Lily."
"Pleased to meet you," Nate says politely. I shake his hand and it's seems so strange to do that. But… a hug would be weird too.
I smile. "Guess you're my uncle. Huh?"
"*Please*," he smirks. "I can barely take *Hailie* callin' me Uncle. But- hope you ladies brought your suits because the pool is really great."
"Maybe later," I say. Okay. So far so good.
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Okay. Plate obtained and now… someplace to sit would be great. I look around and Rob and Marcie ran after Jess who only wants to be in the pool. Well- she doesn't actually want to *stay* in the pool, but run *around* it. Plus she *loves* being chased.
Kim is chatting it up with a bunch of women, who I assume are girlfriends or wives of most of his friends. And he's in the middle of a pack of large black guys, so… no. Not that they're not all nice as hell, because even the ones that look most scary, who I think are Curtis' friends, are all *really* nice. But…
And the cousins- my second cousins- I guess are nice, but sort of… hyper- intense.
"Hey you!" A voice says with a hand on my shoulder that makes me jump. "Sorry!"
I turn and smile at Nate. "'Sokay. I was just… thinking."
"'Bout how fuckin' fucked this whole situation is?"
"Sort of."
"Sorry 'bout your mom."
"Sorry 'bout yours."
He just shrugs his shoulders. "Mom ain't gonna change, therapy or not. She don't want to. She'd rather blame Kim and Marsh for ruining her life. Whatever."
"Still- that sucks."
"You gonna eat?" He asks before realizing how stupid that question is. "Of *course* you're gonna eat. You wouldn't get a plate of food and *not* wanna eat it. Here- wait a sec. I'll grab some and we'll sit somewhere."
"Okay," I smile. "I'd like that."
He grabs some salad and a burger and chips and soda and comes back over. "C'mon. I found this great place on the property that's really quiet. I bet you'd like it."
I follow him and we end up sitting on dock with our feet hanging off into the pond. It's a bit breezy but sunny. "It is nice. This place is… *huge*. I saw a picture of it on the Internet and couldn't believe it."
"Well… I guess they wanna have more kids and like… since they can't go out too much- nice to have room to live in."
"Yeah. And you're livin' here too, huh?"
"Not gonna stay with my crackhead mother, am I?"
"Guess not," I shrug and dig into my ribs.
We sit quietly for a few minutes while we eat and then he just blurts out, "I was wicked nervous about meetin' you."
I sigh. "Me too. Like… all of his family. It's just… I never *had* a big family. My parents were both only children, so I didn't have any aunts or uncles. Closest thing I had was Marce and Rob."
He nods. "Yeah- it's a pretty fucked up family, but… ours works and I know that no matter what you think, you're a part of it now."
"Thanks."
"So Marsh says you ain't never been to a concert or anything?"
"No."
"Well… you're gonna hang wit' me and I'll get you the good stuff."
"You'll hook me up?"
"Oh yeah- good food, good seats- it'll be great."
"Deal."
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++++++++Man. It's like five o'clock already and we've still got a full house. It's been really nice seein' her roaming around, talkin' with people. Everyone's tellin' me an' Kim how great she seems. And she really *is*. That's the great part. They're not just bein' nice.
I walk over to where Nate and her are talkin' with Marcie and Rob near the drinks. I gotta grab a beer anyway, so I'ma go over there.
"How's it goin'? Nate bein' charming as ever?"
"Yeah," Lily laughs. She actually *laughed*. She seems so much happier than she was a week ago *I* think. "Marce- can I?" She points to Marcie's wine cooler and she takes a good swig from it. "Not bad," she says.
"Have it then," Marcie says and grabs another from the cooler.
And *then* Nate smiles huge at me and grabs my beer outta my hand.
That smug little punk.
Chapter 25
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.