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? Can I come in?"
"Sure, Nate. What's up?" I ask as I lay back on the bed. I was just gonna take a nap before getting ready for tonight.
"Can I-" he points to the bed and I nod. "I wanted- I *know* something. And I think you and Marsh should know."
"What?" I ask. "You didn't total the car, did you?!"
"NO, no, no- it's about Lily."
"What? Is she-"
"Yeah, she's fine. She just- we got talkin' on the way home yesterday and- she's movin' to Miami."
"What?" I ask. I don't-
"I guess Rob got a big promotion but it's in Miami so they're moving."
"Wow. What- I mean- why are you telling me this? If she wanted us to-"
"Kim, she's proud- and stubborn as fuck, like you two. I don't think she's gonna *say* anything. She needs money- they can't come up with the money for her to board at the school or for the flights back and forth between the school and Miami on weekends."
"Oh." Well- he's right about that. She doesn't like asking for things and somehow, I don't think it's just with *us*. I'd be willing to bet she never asked her mother for stuff either. She just seems like the type of child who never really *asked* for something. As opposed to Hailie, who asks for *every*thing.
"I just thought you might- *talk* to her or something. Dunno. Up to you."
"Thanks, Nate. I'm glad you told me."
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"Told you what?" I ask. I just heard that last part.
"Nuthin'," she says and Nate starts to head out.
"Nate, you got nice shit to wear, right? Pants and dress shirt and tie?"
"Marsh-"
"*Don't*. Okay? I'm doin' it too, so don't start."
"Yeah. I got stuff."
"K. We're leavin' in two hours."
"K," he replies and leaves. "Tell you what?" I ask her again.
"How incredibly loud we were last night in the pool," she smirks.
"What can I say, you bring the animal out in me, Kim."
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~~~~~~~~I love this dress. Mom would *love* this dress. It's lilac, her favorite color. It's a plain lilac color, with spaghetti straps and luckily, I don't have much chest to hold up, so I don't a bra because the back is half open. But it's a very pretty summer dress that Marcie and I picked out when I found out we were going to a formal dinner tonight.
I stare at the mirror and I *really* wish Mom could see me now. It's been… a while now. I'm not counting the days anymore and I can think about her sometimes now and *not* cry. I can miss her without being mad and I didn't have that before. Marshall gave that to me.
I hear a knock at the door. "Lily? Can I come in?"
"Yeah, Kim," I say and she opens and shuts the door. "You look soo pretty," I tell her. She's got a really pretty deep green summer maternity dress on.
"Thanks. It don't make me look too fat?"
"Nah, it makes you look really beautiful."
She smiles wide. "Thanks. You look gorgeous, Sweetie," she says and we both sort of freeze. She hasn't really *called* me anything but 'Lily'. "I'm sorry if-"
"It's okay," I tell her. "I… kinda liked it." And again with the wide smile. "Did you-"
"I wanted to talk *and* to see if you wanted make-up or hair help."
"Oh. Well- I wanted to do one of those French-twisty things but it didn't work. Mom always did my hair for formal stuff."
"Well- I can- I know how, if you-" she's hesitant. I know she doesn't wanna step over any mom-boundaries. I know it must be hard for her because Marshall doesn't have to contend with father memories but she has- god, she must feel a *little* competition with my mother. I can't imagine what that must feel like, but I can't *do* anything about it. I can't stop from feeling the way I feel about my mother and her. I wish I could, but I can't.
"Sure," I say. "I'd appreciate it." I hand her the brush when she walks over to stand behind me. "Did you have something in particular to talk about?"
"You know Marshall is footing your tuition bill," she states. Well- straight to the point, that's what I like about them; they never dance around the issues.
"Yeaaah-" I say cautiously.
"And Nate told me about your moving to Miami."
Oh?
"Don't be mad at him, Lily. I'm- *glad* he told me. Lily- we talked about this before and I just- I wonder if you *really* have a reason, or if you're just stubborn, like us."
"Both?" I offer as she runs the brush through my hair.
"We'll give you any money you need. If you wanna live on campus and fly to Miami every weekend, he'll pay for it. Anything you need, Lily…"
"I know, I just-"
"Lily- if only to help him alleviate his own guilt and insecurity- let him write a check."
"What?"
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I'm hoping that going from a different angle, this might work out better than playing the 'you don't owe us, but let us do this' card.
"He's insecure about his own abilities as a father, as a husband- he couldn't… I think part of him blames himself for my accident, for his mother, for not keeping you- I'll tell him to just write you a check. He won't have to know what it's for, but I'll tell him it's for expenses for school that Rob and Marcie hadn't realized. It'll make him feel better about himself."
"Ya know- for one of the most successful entertainers of the millennium, he's awfully insecure."
"That he is, but- if that doesn't convince you, do it for humanity."
"For humanity?" She asks, curiosity getting the better of her.
"Yeah. You stay at one of the best schools, you go to the best college and then you're able to contribute more to humanity. You get shipped off to a Miami public school, then you can't get into Harvard Medical and you'll end up at some community college nursing program, delivering babies instead of doing what you *want*."
She thinks for a minute. I'm getting to her. I reach over her shoulder and grab a few bobby pins to clip her hair in place.
"I just- I'm afraid that- if I-"
"What?" I ask. She rarely confesses things to me like this. I know I can't take her mother's place and she's more comfortable sharing these things with Marshall. I guess because she never really knew her adoptive father, so she doesn't feel like she's betraying him by being with Marsh.
"If I use the money- like I was your daughter, that- it's somehow… diminishing my mom."
"Oh, Lily," I say, my eyes instantly filling with tears, but not out of pity, just because she's my daughter and she's in pain and I wanna make it better. I stare at her eyes in the mirror and touch her face softly and god she leans against my hand and I could just shout from the rooftops how happy that makes me. "Anything you *do* honors your mother. Just by being as amazing as you are, honors your mother's memory."
And then she stands up and I find her arms around me and I hug her back.
I really do wish I could have met the woman that raised my daughter when I couldn't. I would have liked to have thanked her.
Ooo- "What was that?!" She asks, jumping back from my belly.
I smile. "The baby, he's kicking."
"*Really*?" She asks, her eyes lighting up. "Can I-"
"Yes, yes," I tell her. She hasn't felt him kicking yet. Whenever she's here, she's always not around when he's active or she hasn't felt comfortable enough. I'm not sure. I take her hand and place it right over where he's wailing away. "Feel him?"
"Wow! That's so amazing," she says, holding her hand to my stomach.
"Your brother, Lily."
"They tell you it's a boy?"
"NO!" We both turn to see Hailie standing there in a pretty yellow dress with sunflowers growing up from the bottom. "It's a sister," she states.
Oh lord! "MARSHALL!" I yell out the hallway.
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"What's going on?" I ask.
"Daddy says it's a girl," Hailie explains. "But Mommy says it's a boy."
"OOOH!" Fun. I haven't really felt a baby kicking before. I felt Marcie's tummy when she was pregnant with Jessie but as soon as my hand was there, she always stopped, or moved where she was kicking.
"What did *I* do?" Marshall asks, coming in carrying Whitney, who's got a pretty light blue dress and matching stockings and cute little white shoes on.
"You've gone *craaazy*," Hailie says and we laugh. "The whole *house* is going *baby* crazy!"
"Just about ready to go, Ladies? The limo's outside."
And how cool is this? A *limo*!
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++++++++"Are you ready to order, Sir?" The waiter asks and this place is prolly *the* *nicest* we've *ever* taken Hailie, but she's bein' *really* good. So is Whitney, really. But Whitney's a good baby and I really think Hailie is following Lily's lead. Lily *obviously* has been to these places. She told us all which forks to use.
The kid actually ordered "Marinated Hearing" as an appetizer and knew exactly how to eat it and add butter to it to make is *really* good. We shared it and it *was* good. Plus, she's been busy while we look over the menu explaining what is in each house sauce and the difference between thickness of cuts and whatnot. *Plus* she explained which foods went with which wine and actually *picked* which wine I should order if I was getting some. I mean- jesus! I mean… did they give this kid *lessons* on fine dining?
"Yes, I think we're ready to order," I tell him. And they placed us in the VIP section, which is pretty much empty tonight, which is nice.
"I want the cheeseburger and fries!" Hailie announces before looking down at the napkin she's been drawing on.
"HAI! Wait your turn," Kim scolds. Yeah- if this kid is gonna grow up rich, I'd like her to at least have a *few* manners. I don't want her to be all bitchy or snotty or spoiled, but- she *does* speak out of turn a lot.
"Madaam?" He asks Kim.
"I'll have the broiled chicken please," she says and gives them her choice of salad dressing.
While he takes Nate's order and Kim's order for Whitney, I feel Lily tapping my hand.
"What up?" I ask quietly as I lean over to her.
"I don't… it doesn't say here- so I don't know-"
"What?"
"How much the lobster is- I just- can I-"
"Lil?" I ask. She's just too… *cute*.
"Uh huh?"
"Remind me to show you my bank statements later and order whatever the hell you want now. Mokay?"
She just blushes a little. "Yeah."
"And for you, Miss?"
"The steamed lobster, extra butter."
I really don't believe that skinny kid is gonna down a whole lobster though. I mean… maybe she *ain't* our kid.
"And, Sir?"
"I'll have the porterhouse steak, please."
"And how would you like that cooked, Sir?" This is just too funny. I wonder if this guy is *actually* British, or if all fancy waiters need to learn the British accent.
"Medium rare." Kim just rolls her eyes, but come on. I'm a man and we men like manly rare steak. Okay? Sue me.
Of course- I really shouldn't go around thinking that because most people *do*.
"And shall I bring you the wine list, Sir?"
"Nah, no thanks," I tell him. "But do you have something nonalcoholic? Mixed drinks or sparkling juice?" I point to the kids and he nods, "Yes, Sir."
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*********"No, no, see? If you go there, then I can't go *here*," Hailie complains to Lily. The two are playing tic tac toe on the napkin for the eighth time. And for the eighth time, Hailie is explaining how Lily needs to just let Hailie pick all the moves.
"But that's cheating," Lily insists.
"No, no, no. It's not. See? You're the big sister and you're *supposta* let me win."
"Where does it say that? Huh?" Lily challenges.
"I don't *have* the book," Hailie rolls her eyes and cops that attitude that I always see in Dawn. I dunno, maybe I have it too.
"Okay, *Kids*," I say and they both laugh and look up, just as they bring trays of food on little stands to us. Oh wow- looks good.
They give out the food and the waiter also brings out a tray full of beautiful goblets of sparkling grape juice an they even have a little plastic one for Whitney.
"Thanks," Marshall tells them as they clear out. "Okay- a toast!"
He's just *loving* this. His eyes are sparkling and I think this is the first *family* dinner we've ever really had. The first formal, toast and everything we've done. I like it. And I can see how proud he is, of us, of himself. He actually did it. He did what he always promised. He'd make us a family and make sure we were taken care of and safe and he *did* it.
We all raise our glasses and he clears his throat to be all official, which makes Hailie laugh.
"Aiight, now. It's like the Clampets hit Manhattan here, so we gotta be all proper." And he *is*. I just wanna rip his clothes and ride him until we can't come anymore. He's got black slacks on with dress shoes and a dark blue dress shirt and black tie and he looks *lickable*. Absolutely *lick*able. I wanna rip his clothes off and fuck him with the tie around our necks.
"Kim?"
Oh- right. Toast. "Go ahead," I say.
"Aiight. A toast to… a prosperous school year, a killing in album sales and a healthy baby girl."
"Boy," I correct.
"Girl."
"*Boy*," I say angrily.
"Cheers," he says quickly and we clink glasses.
"*Also*," he adds, "To my beautiful family- to my three gorgeous daughters and all the love that brought them here. To my brother for always bein' there for us and my beautiful Kim for standin' by me and bein' my best friend and lover. I love you too much for me to express in words."
"That was beautiful," I say, starting to weep and we clink glasses and then he leans over and presses his lips softly to mine as he rubs my tears away from my cheeks.
"Yuck!" Hailie cries and we look at her. "Ick! I don't *ever* wanna kiss a boy."
"*Good*," Marsh and I both say in unison.
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~~~~~~~~"Lily?" Marsh asks me softly.
"Mmm?" I ask.
"Is it- in places like this- is it wrong to take stuff back wichu?"
I smile and shake my head. "No. It's okay. In Europe- you don't do the doggie bag thing. But here, it's okay. But to be on the safe side, don't say anything unless they say something to you. *Some* places *are* weird about that, but if they ask when they clear the plates, *then* it's okay."
"Aiight."
And oh my god, this was the best fuckin' lobster I've ever had. It was so tender that I didn't even have to *pull* the meat out. It practically slide out like butter and the butter was to *die* for. But I can't eat another fuckin' bite. I did pretty good though. Hailie even tried some. And promptly spit it out, but props to her for trying. I didn't like it on my first try either.
But this has been really nice. Like- I actually feel I have something to contribute.
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HOLY *shit*. He ordered one of everything on the dessert menu and HOLY SHIT.
Of course Hailie wants to dive in and Whitney is happy glomming on her ice cream to care.
"Wait," he says. "Before we have dessert, there's sumin' I gotta do."
"*What*, Daddy?!" Hailie asks, exasperated.
And the look he gives her is enough to even stop *Whitney* from eating.
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Aiight. I shouldn't be nervous, right?
But… I turn toward her and take her hands. "Kim, you've already given me so much, put *up* with so much, stood by me and encouraged me when no else would. You've been my fiercest opponent and my strongest ally. You're the most passionate, tender lover and the sexiest minx. You're my best friend and my worst enemy and everything in between."
She's crying now and Hailie's just watching. I'm not sure she knows yet what's goin' on, but Lily does, so does Nate.
I push my chair out of the way and kneel on one knee, which is something I *didn't* do the first time. I pull the ring out of my pocket and kiss her hand. "Kim, we've made mistakes and things are better between us than they ever were. I'm sure now that we can be together and love each other and raise our family together. But above all, I wanna grow old with you, still rhymin' you to sleep and wakin' up with you on my tongue in the mornin'. You're my world, Kim."
"Oh, Mickey-" she whispers softly.
"So," I open the box up and look into those gorgeous eyes. "Will you marry me again and never let go?"
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Ohgod, ohgod!
"Yes," I nod. "Yes!" And then his hands are on my face and his lips are on mine and we're kissing and god- I wasn't expecting that! I mean… honestly the thought hadn't crossed my mind!
"Do you like it?" He asks and it's… gorgeous.
"Yeah. Yes. Marsh, it's- beautiful."
"Like my gorgeous fiancée."
"Will you put it on?" I ask him and he slips it on my finger and god.
"Mommy? Daddy?" Hailie asks, suddenly standing beside us.
"Yeah, Baby?"
"Are you for real really really gonna get married again?!"
"Yeah, Hailie," I tell her. "For really real."
"YAY!!! WE'RE GONNA BE A FAMILY AGAIN!" She shouts.
"HAI!" Marsh scolds her. "Shh- we're still in a restaurant. And we've *always* been a family."
"But now it's official! An' I got a big sister and brother comin'!"
"You've got a *sister* comin'," he says and I just glare at him.
"Think you're funny?" I ask him.
"Think you're carryin' a boy?"
"I can give this ring back, ya know!" I threaten idly. Like *that's* gonna happen!
"Can we have dessert now?" Hailie whines.
"Yes!" I tell her and I gotta say- this kid has a sweet tooth, just like his daddy.
My god. I look down at my finger again and things couldn't *be* more perfect. We've got Lily in our lives and a healthy son on the way and we're getting *married* again, which is probably the scariest thought that has ever entered my mind-
My god.
Marshall Mathers and me- gettin' married again.
I'ma be Kimberly Mathers again.
Shit.
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.