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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*********Ohgod. I grab Marshall's hand. "Is he- what's wrong with him?" He asks.
"Nothing's wrong with the baby," she assures us.
"Then what-"
"It's just that *he* is a *she*."
What? "What?" I ask.
"You're having a girl- not a boy."
"What" I repeat. "That's- that's not possible." I mean- "I'm having a boy."
"I have news for you," she says, "You're not. You're having a baby girl."
"A girl?" Marsh asks.
"A girl."
"No, you're wrong," I tell her. I *know* it's a boy. It's- this baby is a boy.
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A girl? I'ma have… not a boy? Another little girl? Not a little man? No little man Mathers? No Shady Junior?
"Kim, it's okay- it's-"
"*No*. It's a *boy*," she insists.
I mean- I'll admit I'm kinda- disappointed. I really… I wanted to get him little hip hop outfits and play basketball and… I can still do that. But… I *have* Daddy's little girls. I wanted… I wanted to see my *son*.
Okay- so I'm *really* disappointed. But- "Is he- *she* healthy?" I ask. As much as I wanted- but-
"Oh yeah. Heartbeat is perfect and everything looks great. Good weight and the blood tests last week were all normal. You've got yourself a healthy little girl."
"NO!" Kim insists.
"Kim, it's okay-" I tell her. I mean… I *wanted*- *want* a boy- but… the baby's still *here* after all of it. What does it really matter? "We'll try again next time for a-"
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*No*. It's *not*. I *saw* that look in his eyes- he's trying to hide it, but he's- he wants a boy, maybe more than he wants to admit it.
But- I *know* it's a boy. I *know* it.
I've known all three other times and I know what it is *this* time.
"I'm going to make you a tape of this for your-"
"How sure are you?" I ask her. "I mean- doctors make mistakes all the time with this."
"Ninety-nine percent," she answers.
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++++++++She's been completely silent the entire way home.
We do have a tape of the ultrasound and our first baby picture.
We get back home and I still can't believe we live *here*.
I mean- I just… it's funny to me to have this. I can go into a store and buy whatever the hell I want. I could dress my kids in gold every day if I wanted. And I know a lotta people is comin' down on me for droppin' six mil on this, but what the fuck *else* am I gonna do with all the fuckin' money?
And the girls can actually play outside and we know we're safe 'cause we got a seven-foot iron fence around the entire property. And Hai and me can run around the yard and not be spied on because the property is so huge. We got privacy and space and since we can't go out all the time we gotta have what's out *in*.
I *have* gone a bit crazy, I'll admit. But it ain't like the money ain't there. Plus I wanted Kim and I to have *new* stuff to start wit'.
I follow her into the house and she- I mean- she's *really* upset over this for some reason. I didn't think she really cared either way. But she heads up to the nursery and I follow her after makin' sure Nate is still okay wit' Hai and Whit.
When I get up there, she's sittin' in the rocking chair with the baseball glove in her hand.
Damn.
I really wanted to give that to my boy. My mini-Marshall.
"Kim-"
"Marsh-"
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"Kim, I know you're upset and disappointed. Shit. I am too but she's healthy and that's all that really-"
"*Marshall*," I cut him off. "Stop."
"Kim, I-"
"No," I say. "Listen to me and listen good," I demand. "*This*" I rub my belly "is a *boy*."
"Kim- you heard what they-"
"I heard it, but they're wrong." I *know* it. I wanna… I wanna walk up to someone and say 'this is my son'.
"Ninety-nine percent."
"Yeah and one percent says they're wrong."
"Kim, the chances of that happening are-"
"Marshall! I'ma say this one more time, okay? I'm carrying a *boy*. We're having a *son*. It doesn't matter what the doctor says. They've made mistakes before and they're making one again."
I stand up and thrust the glove into his hands as I walk toward the door.
"Kim, it's okay if it's-"
"MARSHALL! I'm *tellin'* you, I *know* my body and I'm tellin' you *this* is a *BOY*. And when he does come out with a penis, you'll regret having doubted me. *And* you'll feel *so* horribly guilty that you'll feel compelled to shower me in gifts to relieve your guilt and seek forgiveness."
With that, I walk out. This is a boy. I *know* it is. I'm right. Aren't I?
I've never *had* a boy, but… I've predicted all three of my girls and this will be no exception.
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I follow her into our room where she's changing. "Okay, you got yourself a bet, Baby."
"What?" She asks, confused.
"If it's a boy, I shower you in gifts. If it's a girl-" Shit. What do *I* want? "You gotta-" OH! I got it! "You have to worship me for a day."
"Huh?"
"You gotta wake up with a blow job and get me breakfast in bed and strip tease for me and pamper me and shit all day long. Deal?"
"Deal," she says and we shake on it. HA! I got this in the bag. No *way* the doc can be wrong on this. Ninety-nine percent, Baby. I'ma be one happy guy with my girl on my dick for twenty-four hours.
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*********Lily will be here tomorrow and we're all going for a nice dinner. Marsh has reservations at Carl's Chop Shop one of the most expensive places in Detroit. Just us, the girls and Nate.
I lay down next to him and just watch him sleep for a while.
He's so beautiful when he sleeps. He's so peaceful and it's the only time he's actually quiet- like completely quiet.
His eyes are closed and I just love watching him sleep. I love his face when he's asleep. His eyelashes make him look so- gorgeous.
I don't know. I could watch him sleep for hours.
Except now.
I'm *really* hot. Jesus- even *with* the air conditioner, it's really hot. I'm five months pregnant and hot as fuck.
"Marshall?" I ask, gently nudging his shoulder.
He doesn't move.
I slowly pull the sheet down to reveal his chiseled chest. Mmm- I've seen Marsh a lot of ways. I've seen a scrawny pre-teen in pictures, a muscular nineteen year old and a chubby early twenties man. But I have to say- I like him *now* the most.
He's… well, he works out a lot to keep himself looking good for pictures and concerts and videos and he's truly beautiful. Others, they only admire his outsides but *I* know what a passionate loving person he is *in*side.
I've seen him grown into this amazing person. In some ways, he's exactly who he was when we met and in so many ways, he's not. He's really grown into his skin and he has this confidence that he never had before. He possesses a self-assurance that he was always missing and I think that adds something to us- *especially* to our sex.
"Marsh?" I ask, nudging him a bit harder. "C'mon, wake up."
Shit. He sleeps like a fuckin' rock. He needs more persuasion to get up. Okay. I can do that.
I slide a hand down his chest to tickle his belly a bit. "Marrrshalll," I purr. "C'mon, Baby. Get up," I coo. I rub his stomach gently before moving it slowly down to his lower abdomen.
"Marrrshalll-"
He starts to flutter his eyes a bit. "Mm?" He grunts.
"Baby, wake *up*," I insist, seductively dancing my fingers on his skin.
"Time is it?" He asks, rolling over toward me.
"Two," I respond before taking his hand and pressing his palm to my bare breast.
"M'up," he says as his eyes pop open. "What you doin' up?"
"Whadoyou think?" I ask him while cupping his hand over my flesh. "I'm hot."
"And you think sex is gonna help you with that?"
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I mean… not that I'm *opposed* to sex because a guy should *be* so lucky as to have a sexy, gorgeous woman wakin' him up in the middle of the night for sex.
"I didn't say nuthin' 'bout sex," she says and I watch her stand up and she's got- shit. She's got this sexy little satin robe on that she can't really close now because of the baby. "I'm goin' swimming," she tells me. "I thought you'd like to join me."
"Got a maternity suit?" I ask stupidly.
"No," she answers, her eyes dark and hungry and christ it was just yesterday that I was inside her but I want it again. It was too long waiting for her to be well enough to accept me. "I thought I'd go in in this," she informs me, pushing the robe aside to reveal her naked form. "Coming?"
"I just may be," I answer, swallowing hard. Yeah, I'm suddenly *very* up, in more ways than one. I watch as she turns and walks out of the room, her hips seductively swaying.
I jump up and she's already up to her tits in water when I get down to the pool with a few extra towels.
"How is it?" I ask her, lighting a couple candles for effect, but we really don't need them. If it's not a full moon, it's pretty close to it and she drives me fuckin' crazy with need.
"Why doncha take your boxers off and see for yourself?" She suggests as she holds her breath and completely immerses herself in the water. She swims for a couple feet under water and comes up out of the water with that sexy glint in her eyes. "'Course if you just wanna stand there all night, I guess that's okay too."
Shit. Honestly, how m'I supposta resist a naked wet woman?
I dive into the deep end and swim to her. The water comes to our shoulders and her hands slide over my wet skin and she's so fuckin' seductive tonight.
"Feel good?" I ask her of the water because it *is* nice. We haven't been skinny dipping in- well- I think this is a first.
"Could feel better," she murmurs in my ear as one of her hands encircles my dick and strokes me. Shit.
"Christ, Kim-" I catch her wrist and stop her. "Sure we won't hurt you?"
Her hands take my face and she kisses my lips so gently- like a butterfly kiss. "Don't think about that," she whispers and the lust hanging on her voice just turns me on and makes my cock jump. "Just be my man and I'll be your dream."
"Shit, Kim-" I groan as she nips on my top lip. Fuck. Her hand resumes its work on my cock and I'm soon extremely hard and ready to go.
The water lets my hands glide over her skin and I guess I won't worry too much since the water takes the weight of her body and the baby off her back and rib and the doctor *did* recently approve swimming for her.
I'm kissin' her and her tongue is all in my mouth and she's undulatin' against my body. My hands encircle her waist as we slowly make our way back against the wall.
"I want you so much, Baby," she whispers. "Woke up and wanted you inside."
Christ. She's gonna do *that* too?
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Shit. His hands are driving me crazy, slowly massaging every inch of my body and my back hits my back and I stifle a groan when he presses against me. His hands work the sides of my breasts before sliding to cup them gently.
And we just stand here in the water, pressed against each other. I'm holding him tightly against me and we haven't kissed like this in a *while*- like kissing is the act of sex itself. He slowly pushes his tongue past my lips and withdraws just as slow before pushing against my tongue again.
I'm holdin' his sides and I slide my hands down to ass and pull him against me more. "Marsh," I whimper. "Need you now."
His hands hesitantly pull my legs up around his waist and he presses his erection against me but it doesn't hurt and when he slowly pushes forward into me it's *heaven*.
His mouth doesn't leave mine even as our hips move together, bringing him into me over and over. I can't get enough of his kisses and I gasp when one of his hands holds my ass up and the other reaches between us and spreads my labia. *Shit*. The water flutters against my tender flesh and feels like a million gentle touches, his fingers fluttering over my skin.
"Feels good?" He asks again and I open my eyes and watch his eyes as he experiences my body.
"Yeah," I answer, locking eye contact. "Marsh, I love you," I confess.
"I love you too, Kim."
"I can't ever lose you again."
"You won't," he says and then he slides his tongue against mine and we watch each other as we kiss and join below the water in a slow sensuous rhythm with the water lapping at our shoulders. I'm still hugging him close to me and I don't think I've ever felt more intimate with him. It's intense. So intense it makes me cry but his eyes just keep with mine as our tongues roll against each other and I'm gonna-
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Holy shit. We *both* come just from the intensity of this and I watch her eyes fill with this immense pleasure as her orgasm overcomes her and her tongue surges against me as her insides grip me and milk me within her.
Shit.
She just holds me here and I don't wanna leave her any time soon, so I just keep her pressed against the wall as we breathe. I ain't even outta breath. That was just- shit.
"Amazing," she whispers.
"I think," I confess, "that was the best it's ever been."
"*Is*, Marsh, *is*," she corrects me. "'Cause I ain't done with you."
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*********It's six o'clock by the time he wraps his arms around me and I settle against his body in our bed, completely sated. Tonight was *amazing*. I'm *really* glad I woke up horny. I'm really glad I could wake him up.
"I love you, Marshall Bruce Mathers the third," I whisper before placing a gentle kiss on his chest. "Too much maybe, but- I can't stop it and I don't want to."
"Me either, Kim, me either." He kisses my forehead softly before gently drawing circles on my back and shoulder with his hands.
"Oh and Baby?" I ask sleepily.
"Mm?"
"This was the *closest* you'll *ever* be to me worshippin' you, so I hope you enjoyed it."
He just chuckles a bit before sheer exhaustion claims us both.
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~~~~~~~~"HI!" I say happily, hopping in the car.
"HEY! How's it goin'?"
"Pretty good, I guess," I sigh. "*Terrible*," I clarify.
"What's wrong?" He asks as we pull away from the curb.
I look over at Nate and ya know the past few weeks have been really great. He's been around a lot because he's living with them now. It's just been *nice*. We have a lot in common. Well… actually that's completely *not* true. We have *nothing* in common, but that's what makes it fun. He's been showin' me around Detroit a bit when he gets me from the airport and he's been showing me around the best of Marshall's CD collection as well.
"I'm moving to Miami," I confess.
"*What*?"
"Rob got a huge promotion and we're moving so all the fuckin' *work* I've put into stayin' at the Academy is *wasted*!" GOD. I'm so mad. And not at *them*, even though they *could* have consulted me. But I'm mad at the situation. Things were finally… okay.
"Why?"
"Be*cause* they can't pay for me to live there and be flyin' back and forth between Milwaukee and Miami, so-"
"Um, Lil?"
"What?"
"Why don't you just… Marsh'll pay for it *all* if you just-"
"I don't want his money."
"No, but since he's already payin' for your tuition, might as well let him-"
"WHAT?"
"Huh?"
"My tuition?! He's payin' for my tuition?!"
"Oops?" He says innocently. "Thought you knew-"
"How do… no. Rob is takin' care of it."
"Well… I just saw Marsh with the bill for the first payment yesterday. He had me drop it by his accountant's office this morning."
Okaaaaaay. Rob said not to worry about it and- *shit*. I don't *want*- FUCK.
I don't *want* that.
I just… well, I guess I know now how they were gonna take care of it. They did *tell* me they'd take care of it but I didn't think they'd have the first five thousand dollar payment just lyin' around. I *know* they got the money from Mom but she told me they put that money in a high interest account and that they couldn't touch it for six months.
So what- they *asked* him to… *pay* for it?
"Don't be mad," he says as we pull into the driveway. "He just… he likes usin' his money on us. Makes him happy."
"I know, I just… I gotta talk to him about it." He parks and I grab my two bags and we head into the house.
"RAE-RAE!" Hailie screams, literally jumping into my arms.
"Hey, Girlie. How's it goin'?"
"Let's not go there, girlfriend," she says with this little attitude. "Mommy 'n' me and Whitty are goin' swimmin'. Wanna come?"
"Maybe. Lemme get my stuff away, 'kay?"
I head to the room I've been using and throw my bags onto the bed. It's a nice sized room and Hailie's room is next to it with a bathroom between them that we both use.
It's got a nice mahogany set: queen sized bed, dresser, vanity, desk and nightstand. I couldn't believe it either when I showed up and they had a computer in here. It's a *nice* one too. He said they had gotten Nate one too and there'd been a good deal on them, so they got another for me or Hailie to use. They wanted me to be able to email Rob and Marcie or my friends when I'm here.
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"Knock, knock?" I ask and she turns and smiles a bit. "What up?"
"Can we talk?"
"Sure. What?"
"Close the door so… we have some privacy."
"Okaaaaay," I do so but I'm concerned. "What's up?" I ask, pulling the desk chair out to sit. She's on the bed and she's got somethin' on her mind. "You can ask me anything, Lil. I think we've talked about some pretty private shit and-"
"Why are you payin' my tuition?"
SHIT. I didn't- I mean… "How'd you-"
"Nate let it slip," she says. "I don't- I mean… god, did he *call* and-"
"No, no, no. When we was there that first time, I offered. I didn't… I didn't wanchu to know because-" Shit. I don't want her feelin' in *debt* to us because she don't owe us shit. "Lily, don't be mad. We just… I got all this money an' shit and nuthin' to-"
"I don't want you feeling like you owe me- like you have to make up for whatever-"
"*No*!" I stop her. "I don't. We don't. We just… we may have missed our chance to give you what we *wanted*, but if we can give you this and… *actually*," I say. "I was *thinkin'* about just sending them a check for a million bucks in memory of your mother."
"What?" She asks, her eyes tearing a little.
"I just… they'd give you a free ride if they got a million dollar grant to pump into their science program. Figure they could build another lab or something and… Kim and I would *really* to pay respect to the woman who raised such an incredible young woman."
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Okay. I'm crying *now*. But… "I think that would be nice," I say.
Yeah. I think that'd be nice for Mom and me.
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.