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:

Eminem ++++++++ -------------

Kim ********* -------------

Lily Rayne ~~~~~~~~ ----------

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"Marshall?"

I close Hailie's door and walk over to Lily's room. I mean… she doesn't *know* it's her room, but- "What's up?" I ask and she lets me in.

"Thanks, for tonight. It was… nice… ya know, to be a part of that."

"Of *course* you're part of that now, Lily. You're not- shit, you're not an interloper here or nuthin'. You're part of this family, whether you like it or not, we Mathers' latch on to people. We've already got our claws in ya and ya ain't goin' nowhere, okay?"

She just smiles. "It *has* been nice this summer. I mean… as nice as it *can* be. I just-" She stops herself and we sit on the bed.

"What's up?"

"Feel like I'm *hurting* her."

"Who?" I ask. I wasn't expecting *this* *now*. But- I just don't get what's in her head. "Your mom?"

"Kim."

"Kim? How so?"

"Because… it's just- easier to talk to *you* because…"

"Because you didn't know your dad?"

"I mean- I have like two memories of him and that's it. They're fuzzy and vague. I mean- Mom had all pictures of him up and everything because they were very much in love. But… I just-"

"Lil, nothing about this situation is particularly wonderful. I mean… we're *so* happy to have another chance with you, but we know we're never gonna be your *parents*. We *know* that. But… this is more than we ever *hoped* for."

"I'm doing the best I can."

"We know that. But if it would make you feel better, I can talk to Kim a bit and see how she's feeling."

"I just don't want her- I mean… she gave *birth* to me and I don't wanna make her feel like she's… *not* my mother, but-"

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But she's *not*.

And there's nothing that can change that.

"But she's not," he says.

"Yeah."

"I think she knows that. *We* know that. But… I'll talk to her. Okay?"

"Thanks."

I just- anyway I can think to say something is just cruel or mean or… I don't *want* to hurt her even though they *did* make the choice. But…

"We love having you here, though, Lily. Not- I mean… you may think of yourself as our daughter, but you *are*. Families come in all different shapes and sizes. You don't have to call someone 'Mom' to love them or have them love you. I mean… I love Dre like a brother but we ain't related. Blood may be thicker than water, but water's pretty fuckin' important."

With that, he says goodnight and leaves, closing my door behind me.

I really… I mean- Kim and I have talked but not nearly as much as Marshall and me.

And I feel guilty. And I *shouldn't* because he's right. They gave me up. They signed away their rights to be all bond-y with me.

But I'm beginning to wonder if perhaps I'm not so much feeling guilty- but *wanted* to have a relationship with her. I mean… I love Marcie but sometimes I can't help but feel I'm like… a job to her. And I know that's wrong to feel that way because I *know* they didn't take me in because my mom asked them to. I know they love me and I've known them forever. But I can't help but feel like I'm bothering her sometimes or taking her away from Jessie.

It's like- I *knew* this would be hard. And I was dreading it as I watched Mom get sicker and sicker. I *knew* when she said they couldn't help her that this day would come when I didn't have her. But sometimes I just feel so out of place there.

But not here. It's strange how when I come here, I just sort of… fit in. Like… I get here and it's like I've been here the whole time. Hailie bothers me just like a little sister and Nate and I argue like we've known each other for years. And I've never felt out of place. Even that first weekend- hell… even before her accident… I was overwhelmed because of *my* stuff, not because of them.

It's like… they don't really have any expectations or… anything.

Despite missing my mom, it's never really felt… *wrong* here.

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I'm already laying down when he opens the door. "Everyone in bed?"

"Everyone but me," he says as he strips his clothes. "I'm thinkin' about a naked wedding."

"A naked wedding?" I ask, turning toward him slowly.

"Yeah- that way I don't gotta wear a tie."

"Silly boy," I mumble as he crawls in next to me. I'm laying with my head on my arm so I can face him and I've got a pillow under my belly.

"Serious though, Kim," he says, pulling my t-shirt up so he can rub my belly. "Shit- you're so sexy when you're pregnant."

"You're such a horn ball, Marsh."

"Can I help it if the sexiest girl in the world is *mine*?"

"I'd hardly say *that*," I roll my eyes. "But I'm definitely in the top five. Under Shannon Elizabeth," I smile. I know he's got a mondo crush on her.

"If *only* you was under Shannon Elizabeth. Shit I'd blow my load right there."

"See? I *swear*, you're as fuckin' horny as you were when you were mauling me at seventeen."

"Hey, you did some mauling too, Miss 'I'll get the skimpiest clothes I can to entice the older boy to my bed'."

"Oh *please*. There was *no* enticing on my part. You saw me and wanted to jump my bones, admit it."

"Fine. But you've got such nice bones," he smiles.

"As do you," I raise my eyebrow suggestively.

"Want to?"

"You hard?"

"Could be," he replies.

"If you are, then yes, if not, then don't be."

"Tired?"

"A little," I say. It was a long day and the heat is just wiping me out. At least the air conditioner is working now. "Sorry."

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"Don't be. I'm kinda wiped myself."

Perhaps making love for four hours last night and then waking up early for Lily was *not* the best plan.

"Sure? You're not mad?"

"Nah. You and baby Alison need rest."

"Alison?" She cocks an eyebrow.

"Lily, Hailie, Whitney and Ally. I like that."

"Me too," she smiles. "Too bad he's a he."

"Yeah- too bad you're gonna give our daughter identity issues."

"I love you," she says and I kiss her softly.

I take her hand and kiss the ring on her finger. "So… do you wanna be a preggie getting married or do you wanna wait until after the baby?"

"Whadoyou want?"

"I kinda… want one of my kids to *not* be out of wedlock."

"I don't think it'll stop us from screwing her up too much."

"Well if he's fucked up, it'll be because his daddy put him in dresses."

I stick my tongue out at her and she makes to bite it and I stop her. "Don't get me started. If the lizard wakes up, I'll make you play with him."

"The lizard?" She laughs and god it's been a while since we've actually had fun like this with each other. Things have just been tense because of my mom and the accident and the tension between us because of the sex and the engagement and all that. But now- things are finally comin' together. "Least you've never named it," she rolls her eyes.

"I have!" I joke. "His name is Dave."

"Dave, huh?"

"We considered Ralph, but he looks more like a Dave."

"Would you stop it?!" She says, playfully pushing me.

"Hey! Don't disrespect the lizard!" I say, quickly jumping up and over her on all fours.

"I'd never *dream* of disrespecting the lizard," she laughs and I kiss her quickly before falling on my back.

"Serious though, what about the wedding?"

"I was… actually thinking- it's August now, well- basically September. Dylan's due the beginning of January. So I was thinking maybe… Thanksgiving?"

Wow. That's "Perfect." We got back together on Thanksgiving and it just seems fitting.

"Really? It's not stupid?"

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I just- really thought it would be nice. And none of my girls have been too early and I doubt Dylan will be different, so Thanksgiving is enough before January that it won't be a problem. But if we thought of a Christmas thing, I'd be worried.

"No. I *really* like it. And Kim- I want you to have whatever you want. Okay? I want you to have your dream wedding because I *know* you have it planned in your head. I don't care what it is. We have money and you should have exactly what you want this time. I wanna do it right."

"Honestly?" I ask and he nods. "I don't *want* something huge. I'd be really happy with something really elegant and small."

"Where?"

"Here?"

"You don't- *have* to do that, Kim. We can fly to Hawaii if you want."

"No. I like it *here*. I wanna-"

"What?"

"I wanna…"

"What?"

"If we fight… or get angry or just wanna… remember- I wanna be able to walk outside and sit in our place, where we committed to each other… as a reminder of it. So we can look out a window and smile because it was *there* where we renewed our vows and *meant* them. Is that stupid?"

"No, Kim. It's *so* not. If you wanna get married here, then we'll get married here. Might be cold though, outside."

"Well… what if we put up tents- like… I have a lot of ideas."

"I can hire a wedding planner if you want."

"You don't have to do *that*."

"If you want it, we *will*."

"Lemme think about it," I saw with a yawn.

"You should sleep," he tells me.

"Like… duh!"

"Bitch," he mutters and immediately looks up at me. "I'm sorry- I-"

"It's okay," I say and that's a bit surprising. But… I guess the songs- it… but I guess I really am over it. "And I wouldn't be such a bitch if you didn't fully deserve it."

"True."

"Would you rub my back while I fall asleep?" I ask him softly.

"Yeah, flip over." I do and I love his hands. They're so tender and…

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God I love this woman.

I think of what it might have been if Hailie hadn't insisted that Kim spend Thanksgiving at the house. I mean… would we have never *had* this again?

Would we have come back together when Lily called? Or would we have split further away from each other? I don't know.

But I'm glad I don't *have* to know.

I've got my Kim back. For good.

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SHIT! SHIT! SHIT!

Doesn't take a genius to figure out that-

FUCK.

I quickly wash my hands and it's early but- I know on their door. PLEASE be up. *Please*.

And if you *are* up, please don't let me be… interrupting anything.

He opens the door and- shit. I woke him up.

"Lil? Everything okay?"

"I… is Kim up?"

"Nah, not yet."

Oh. SHIT.

"You okay?" He asks.

"I just… need to- can we *wake* her up?" FUCK. Shit.

"Is everything okay?"

"I just… need to-"

"Marsh?" Kim mutters sleepily. "What's goin' on, Baby?"

"Lily wants to-"

"Time is it?"

"Seven," he responds as she slowly sits up. "I'ma go down and get some coffee."

"What's up?" She asks, wiping her eyes.

"I'm sorry to- I didn't wanna- but-"

"You got your period," she states.

"How'd you-"

"I'm a mom. And a woman. I know these things."

"I just- don't *have* anything to-"

"I do. Luckily, I haven't been using my stash since the baby, so- c'mon." I follow her into the bathroom and she opens one of the cabinets under her sink. "I assume you'd want pads and not tampons?"

"Yeah." I mean… what the fuck do you- where do you *put* a tampon? I'd get it wrong. Whatever. Maybe next time.

"Oh- *and*- I assume by the clutching of the stomach *this* will help." She hands me a bottle. Ascriptin? "Take one. Wipes the cramps right out."

"This is gross," I tell her.

"Pretty much," she says. "Why don't you- in here and we can talk if you want or something."

"Okay."

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Gosh. I actually felt like a mom for a minute.

She opens the door a couple minutes later and Dylan's must still be sleeping peacefully because he's not really moving yet.

"Thanks," she says as the door opens.

"No problem," I reply. "Do you… have any uh- questions? I mean- about-"

"No. No. Health class just about covered it, but- thanks. Sorry to wake up."

"Wanna sit down? On the bed? I mean- you don't *have* to but… if you wanted to-"

"Yeah," she smiles and sits Indian style at the end of the bed facing me. "Kim?"

"Yeah?"

"I really think you woulda liked my mom."

"I already do," I reply. "She raised you didn't she? She did what I couldn't."

Shoot. I wanna- I'm just gonna *say* it. "Will you- *tell* me? About her?"

"About Mom?" She asks quizzically.

"Yeah. I mean- we *saw* her, but we never exchanged words. Just- a few glances. She looked really… loving."

I remember that day. I played that scene over in my mind so many times, but she did look like a very loving woman. The way she looked at Lily when we first brought her it- I could tell she was in love with her- like I was.

"Sure. Like… what?"

"If you're not comfortable, then-"

"No, no. It's okay. What do you… wanna know?"

God, there's so much *to* know.

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God, there's so much to tell!

"Like… I don't know. Did she make you soup when you were sick? Or take you to school plays? Or like- have you been other places? On vacation?"

I smile. "I musta begged her for years to take to me Disneyland, but she made me wait until I was ten. I musta begged for five years until she finally said yes, but she wanted me to remember it."

"Where else have you been?"

"Well…"

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"And she loved the holiday's. We would always go out December 1 and hunt down a tree. We'd go to every lot in the town and then go and pick out the best. We'd measure them all and find the perfect one. And we'd buy two new decorations each year for the tree."

"We never really did major holiday's in my family," she states. "I've always wanted one of those big old fashion Christmases where everyone goes home and you've got aunts and cousins and siblings and everything… big dinner."

"Mom did too. But neither one of them had family to speak of, so we'd go over to Rob and Marcie's house because they have a pretty big family."

"What about your birthday?"

"We always got dressed up and she'd take me to the most formal place she could find and we'd sit and pretend we were business women or something and use all the right forks. Then we'd go home for a movie marathon and pass out after the second one."

"That sounds nice. *Stable*."

"Yeah," I answer and roll over to glance at the clock. Shit. It's eleven o'clock. We've been laying in bed for four *hours* talking?

Of course, we probably only laid down about *three* hours ago.

"Wow, it's late."

"What time?"

"Eleven."

"Wow."

I turn back and smile a bit. "I'm *really* hungry."

"Yeah- me too," she rubs her stomach. "I'm surprised he hasn't screamed."

"You mean she?" I smirk.

"You're my daughter and I love you, Lily, but this baby is a *boy*. Don't make me say it again."

"How do you know?"

"I just… *do*. Marshall is having a son, whether he'll believe it or not. Now… let's head down and get some breakfast."

"Shouldn't we get dressed first?" I ask. I mean… we're still in our pajamas.

"No. I'm sure Hailie and Marsh are pigging out on cocoa puffs in front of the television watching Dora the Explorer or Sponge Bob."

"I *love* Sponge Bob!"

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I hear them laughing as they get closer and Lily dives onto the couch beside Hailie and grabs the box of cereal.

"LILY!" Hailie yells and climbs into her lap. I just… can't get over that. Hailie climbing into her big sister's lap. I *love* that.

It's just… fuckin' amazing.

Chapter 29

Author: crazyevildru@yahoo.com

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