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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++++++++"Do you, Kimberly, take Marshall as your lawfully wedded husband? To have and to hold, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, for better or worse until death do you part?"
"I…" she looks at me and says, "No. I'm- sorry. I can't."
"KIM!" I jump out of bed and look at the clock. Shit. Four in the morning. Shit. I don't know how I'm going to make it until seven o'clock tonight.
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I don't even know *why* I'm doing this, but-
<Ring. Ring.>
"Hello?" He answers right away. I *knew* he was awake!
"There's no rule that we can't *talk* to each other, is there?" I ask.
"HEY you!" He says. "Whacha doin' up? The baby's okay, right?"
"Oh yeah. We're fine."
"Then why are-"
"Couldn't sleep," I tell him. "Bad dream. You?"
"A little," he says and I sigh and lean back in bed. "Do you… uh… think we're doing the right thing here?"
"*Yes*," I say.
"Then why did I have this dream that-"
"It's just jitters," I say. "Or bad memories."
"But you think we're doing the right thing?"
"Absolutely, Marsh. I *love* you."
"I love you too, Kim."
"Marsh? You think you could… just… stay on the line? Until I fall asleep?"
"Yeah… I can do that."
"Night, Baby."
"Night, Kimmy."
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~~~~~~~~"Lily?" She asks, peeking her head into my room.
"Yeah?" I respond. "What's up?"
"Can I… come in?"
I nod and glance at the clock. It's seven in the morning. "What's up?" I ask as she crawls under the covers.
"Just… thinkin'," she shrugs and curls up into me. I wrap my arm around her and it's really amazing that she's even up right now. We partied until like two in the morning and we were counting on her being out until noon.
They decided *not* to do the bachelor party thing so instead, we just had a *huge* party with a ton of food and music. At ten of midnight, we kicked the guys out and they're at the guesthouse.
Kim planned an evening ceremony so we're all supposed to sleep in.
"'Bout what?"
"Mommy and Daddy." Surprise, right? NOT.
"What about?" I ask. I mean, she obviously has something on her mind.
"What if Mommy goes away like *your* mommy did?"
"Oh, Hai, my other mom was sick, ya know?"
"What if they get divorced, Lily? Mom and Dad, they fight a *lot*."
"I think they've got it under control though, Hailie. I really think they'll be okay."
"You do?"
"Yeah, I really do."
I think Marshall and Kim will be just… God, that sounds… weird.
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++++++++"What the fuck is we 'sposetado *now*, Nigga?"
I glance over at Kon. "Sorry if my *wedding* day ain't exciting enough for ya, Man. You know where the door is," I point at the door but shit he's right. This is fuckin' *boring*.
"I just sayin', it's ten, Dawg. The donuts is gone and you won't let us get drunk or high, what else is left? It's nine hours away!"
"This is why I brought down fuckin' Playstation, fuckhead," I growl.
"C'mon, Slim," I glance over at Swift as he waves a bag of weed up. "You *know* ya wanna," he says.
*Shit*. I haven't had a fuckin' high since I got probation. *Fuck*. I *want* to. Of course I want it. But… Shit. The wedding…
"Wedding ain't for another nine hours, Nigga. You smoke *now* and you be fine later."
Shiiiit. He has a point. "Okay. *One*," I say. Fuck. Just one, right? One can't hurt and what Kim don't know won't cause her to divorce me and that wasn't really funny.
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I think they're up. I *hope* they're up, but I think I saw them roaming around.
I don't know why I came here, but… I just… something told me to come down.
I open the door and hear them all laughing and get to the end of the hallway and turn the corner into the living room and- "Dad?"
SHIT.
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OH MY GOD!
I immediately look up at her and Swift quickly hides the bag. Oh my god!
She… she- SHE CALLED ME *DAD*!
"What's… what's up, Lily?" I ask and jump up. SHIT. I don't know how to react to that. I don't think she does either. I don't think she knows what to make of it. "Everything okay?" I ask and walk over to her. I guide her into the family room (yes my guest house has a living room *and* family room).
"It's… it's-"
"Don't sweat it," I shrug. *Shit*. I don't *want* to tell her to forget it because that was a big fuckin' deal, but it's obvious that she didn't- *shit*. "No-"
"*Don't*," she stops me and looks at me for a second before slamming into my chest and I huge her back, tightly. "I love you," she says and OHMYGOD! SHE… HOLY SHIT!
"I love you too, Lily, you *know* that," I say and hold her for another second before she pulls away. "And… it's- I mean, if you want, you can-"
"Call you 'Dad'?"
"Yeah," I say, trying *not* to seem so fuckin' excited about it.
"Okay, *Dad*," she says, bumping her hip into mine.
"Okay, *Kid*. Why'd you come down here?"
"I don't know. I just… thought I should."
"You wanna hang out wit' us?"
"Hell no!" She says.
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Yeah right! Like *I* wanna hang out with *them*!
"I just… I don't know why I came down. I just… *had* to."
"I'm glad you did," he smiles and I smile back.
He's my *dad*. The only one I've ever *had*.
"I'm gonna get back up to the house. The pizza is coming soon and I told Hailie I'd paint her nails."
"How's Kim holding up?"
"She's not awake yet."
"Oh. Good. She needs the rest. Tonight will be exhausting."
"See you later?"
"Yeah. Later, Lily. Give my other babies hugs, 'kay?"
"Aiight, Dad."
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*********I stretch out languidly on the bed, reaching for Marsh.
Oh yeah, he ain't there. Duh. We're getting married today. It's *here*. Our day is finally here!
And shit. I can't wait until tonight, after we're married. Shit. I'm too horny. I'm not sure it was smart. Fuck. I wasn't sure it was smart two seconds after the words came out of my mouth, but- I'm surprised we've actually managed *not* to have sex since his birthday. The morning after that, we woke up and I said I thought it would be nice if we abstained from sex until our wedding night because then it would be wicked specialer- not just another night, ya know? Something we'd look forward to?
He got it but he was mad as fuck until I told him that I wouldn't ban him from jackin' off. I mean… I'm not an animal. We had a close call about a week ago though. I was really horny so I popped he tape of us in and he walked in on me trying to make myself come but it's so hard with a big baby in the way. Soooo I *begged* him to help me. I pleaded with him to help me and he did. I was so wet already and he pushed three fingers into me easily. He fucked me with 'em hard, almost punishingly and after I'd come twice, we jerked him off together. But I managed to kick him out before he convinced me to let him fuck me.
So I'm *really* horny.
And I miss him. I mean… not just his dick, although that's good too, but I miss him laying beside me when I wake up. Aren't *I* hopeless?!
I glance at the clock. Quarter after ten. Wonder who else is up, not that I have a whole lot of people here. His Aunt Betty and Dawn, Lily and Marcie and that's all the friends *I* have. Good thing he didn't want like six ushers because I wouldn't have had enough women to fill up my side of the party. I don't have much. I have Marshall. Marshall has his friends and I have him.
I get up out of bed and look outside. Good. I know outdoor weddings in Detroit in late November are really stupid, but he said he didn't care the cost. He said he wanted me to have what I wanted. Sooo they were here on Monday and Tuesday putting up the tents and canopies.
I survey the backyard and glance at the guesthouse, where Marsh is.
In the far backyard, there's two large tents they put up and they are side by side, connected in the middle. The sides are all covered so the place will enclosed and heated. Of course, because it was outside in November, they also built a temporary floor underneath them and we've got heaters in place under the flooring so it will be warm. Tonight is supposed to be clear too, which is perfect, since the top of the tents are somewhat see through. There are strings of sparkling lights adorning the tops of the tents and plus with any stars that are out, it will be so pretty.
The tables are already in place and are probably being set right now. There's an ample dance floor provided as well and each table will have their own cake for the guests. The cakes I ordered are donut shape and in the center are placed a setting of three pillar candles. I wanted the place glowing with light. The dance floor will be illuminated by two large candlelight chandeliers.
I sigh just thinking about it. I *really* hope everything is just perfect, like what I have in my mind. We've got the dresses and tuxes all ready to and I really just hope everything is perfect.
As for the actual ceremony, that's on the lower lawn. They built another temporary floor and at the end of it, we have a trelace archway where we'll be married under. It's covered now in blue lilies, which is the color of the wedding. Blue. Marshall's shirt is a deep dark blue and just imagining him in it makes me wet. The girl's dressed are all the same design with blue flowers embroidered on them. And the bouquet has lilies and baby's breath.
And it was completely Marshall's idea to hire five horse drawn coaches to transport guests from the ceremony area down to the back lawn for the reception. That was *him*. He hasn't even let me *see* the bills for most of this stuff. He just told me to sit down with the planner he hired and tell her exactly what I wanted. So that's what I did. This is a far cry from our *last* wedding which was basically us in nice clothes with a few friends and a justice of the peace. But this will better. *This* will be *perfect* and wonderful and beautiful and amazing.
I sigh again.
As long as nothing fucks it up.
I know, I know. I just *had* to jinx it, right?
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I can't believe I called him Dad, but… it feels right.
I mean, biologically speaking, he *is* my dad. I never knew Mr. Fredricks. I knew him for a couple of years but I don't even remember him persay. I have *no* memories of him, just what Mom told me.
So as far as… *any* thing, Marshall is the only father I've ever known and he *has* *been* a dad. He's given me everything I need- love, support, money and I'm even okay with that now. I mean… I still the askin' for stuff, I always did, but- I don't- I guess I'm- he's my dad and he's supposed to pay for stuff. And I never ask for anything I don't need. I'm not a greedy person.
And he's so cool too. Mary thinks I'm really lucky that my dad hangs out with us and swims and jumps on the trampoline with us and she's right. A lot of dads don't do that stuff. They don't have time to sit and watch Flubber or paint a picture. Most dads wouldn't chase Whitney around the house for four hours just to hear her giggle.
He's just a big kid at heart. I think a lot of it has to do with the fact that he and Kim are products of parents who didn't care enough to spend time. They're the products of parents who didn't even really *love*, at least anyone but themselves.
Plus ya know… how cool is it to have *Eminem* as a dad?
But now I… it'll- I *feel* bad because I really don't think I can call *her* Mom yet. I just- now I'll feel like shit calling him 'Dad' in front of her and still calling her 'Kim'.
But I think I'm just- I guess that's why I wanna talk to her. I realize *now* is not the right time, but I want-
"Kim?" I ask as I walk in and she's sitting on the bed trying to paint her toenails.
"Hey, Lily, how's it goin'?"
"Good. I'm supposed to give you a hug from your fiancé."
"Oh, you went down to see him?"
"Yeah, for a bit."
"Oh."
"You want me to… help? With that?" I ask, pointing at the polish.
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"Could you please?" I ask. Painting your toenails is *really* hard when you're seven months pregnant.
"Kim... I wanted… to talk. For a second."
"Sure, what's up?" I ask as she starts painting my nails. I have really pretty satin sandals to wear because I was *not* gonna wear heels with a big baby in my stomach and I want my nails pretty. "What's goin' on?"
"I uh… I went down to- I don't know, I just… felt I needed to. I guess… it's just…"
"Lily, I don't know what you want to say, but… you can tell me." I'm a bit concerned. I don't really know what she's trying to- ohgod. What if something is wrong? What if he's gone? What if he told her he didn't wanna-
"I called him Dad."
Oh.
"Oh."
"I don't- I was… I thought I'd talk to Marcie, but-"
OH?! She came to talk to *me* about it? NOT Marcie?
"I guess… I'm feelin' weird about it… maybe a little… guilty?"
"Guilty? Why?" I ask.
"Because I-" she pauses and looks away. "I can't… I'm not *ready* to… ya know… to call you 'Mom'."
Oh.
"Oh?"
"I just- I don't know where it came from this morning but it just feels right and I know that it'll hurt *you* and I really don't wanna do that, but it's just that I-"
"Your mother died," I state, cutting her off from her babble. Hailie does that too. A *lot*. "It's okay, Lily. I… I know you don't *want* to hurt me with it. I'd be lying if I said it *doesn't* hurt a bit, but… ultimately, you do what you feel in your heart, okay?"
She nods and looks down at my nails. "They're done."
"Thanks," I smile and reach out to touch her face. I make her look up at me. "It's okay, *really*."
"I do love you, Kim," she says, looking into my eyes.
OHGOD!
"Oh, Baby," I say and hold my arms out and she quickly moves into them. "I love you too, Lily Rayne. *So* much and just having you here is more than we ever thought we'd have. Having you in my arms is much more than I deserve. The rest will come if it should. You just… Marshall is a *great* man. He's a wonderful dad."
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"Yeah he is," I say, before adding, "You're a pretty good mom though."
*That* makes her pull away a bit and look at me. "Thanks."
"I may not… I can't *call* you it, but… I sorta… I mean… you *are* my *mother*."
And *that* gets her even *more* weepy. Dad is right. She gets *really* weepy.
"OH, Lil'," she just *cries*. *Balls* is more like it. Good thing she hasn't done her make-up yet.
*Really* good.
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Oh god this is just… this is a*mazing*.
She called me her mother! She thinks of me that way!
I'm a mother!
I'm her-
FUCK.
SHIT.
I grasp my stomach and scream.
"Ohmygod, what's-"
"Hospital," I say. FUUUUCK. This is… my stomach is hard.
"What is-"
"Contraction."
"You're in labor?"
NO. I *can't* be.
It's… it's too soon!
He's not ready to be born yet.
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.