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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*********"FUCK!"
I flush the toilet and sit back down as another one comes. Shit. There was some blood. This isn't good. This is *not* good.
"Mommy?" Hailie asks as she runs in and sees me.
"*Yeah*, Baby," I say through gritted teeth. FUCK. This isn't normal.
I can't help but scream and grunt a little bit with the contraction and brace myself on the sink.
"Mommy?" She asks, her voice strained and scared.
"It's okay, Baby. It's… this is what happens when you have babies," I reassure her and she believes me because I'm her mother and she wasn't around when I went into labor with Whitney; it was Marshall's week. But *shit*. It's too early. Two months. I don't think- if he's born, I don't think he could survive. Two months premi? I just… I didn't read all those damn 'this is how your baby is now' books. I wish I had now.
"KIM!" Dawn and Betty come running in with Lily behind them. "Has your water broke?"
"NO, not yet." This isn't normal. This can't be normal, can it?
"Look, Lily!" Hailie beams proudly. "Mommy's having the baby!"
"Yeah, Hai, I see," Lily says and I don't know what she says to Hailie, but she manages to get her out of the room and I'm grateful.
"Dawnie, this isn't good," I state. "It's too early."
Shit. I can *not* lose this baby after all this, after everything that's happened. I just… I can't.
"Okay, Marshall's bringing the car up and-"
"NO! He can't see me!"
"Why?"
"It's bad luck," I explain.
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This isn't good. It was weird, we was sittin' havin' a beer and the phone rang and I just… I *knew*. This isn't good. It can't be good. Can it? It's too early. It's on our *wedding* day.
Fate likes to fuck with me. God hates me.
"I GOT THE CAR! LET'S GO!" I yell as I run into the house just as Dawn is helping her down the stairs. She's clutching her stomach.
FUCK.
I will *not* lose this baby. Boy or girl, I don't care. I refuse to lose our child.
What did *we* ever do to deserve this?
"Kim!" I say and rush to her side.
"NO! It's bad luck to see me!"
"Kim, fuck the wedding. You're in premature labor. We ain't gettin' married today."
SHIT. I want my fuckin' *wife* back.
"No," she says, defeated.
"I'm sorry, Baby," I say as I hug her gently and help her to the car. "C'mon."
This is just- like *every*one is out here watchin', wanting to wish us well.
"Daddy!" Hailie screams excitedly as she runs out to us. "I'm ready to go!" SHIT. I don't know whether we should take her or not. I mean…
"Hai-"
"Marsh, let 'em come," Kim says and I nod. Whatever she wants right now.
"Hai," Betty says, "how 'bout you 'n' Lily 'n' Whit come with *us*. We'll get some things for Mommy and meet them at the hospital. Okay?"
"And a present for the *new* baby!" She giggles and runs off. "I'll go tell Lily!"
"Thanks," I hug my aunt and then jump in the car. "You comfortable?" I ask and glance at her as I put the car in drive.
But she starts groaning again and grabs my hand and I let her squeeze it. *Shit*. Why couldn't I have fallen for a *weaker* woman?
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"Marsh," I say once the contraction passes. "This isn't- it's not right."
"I know. It's too soon."
"No. I'm… I'm bleeding."
"*SHIT*!" He screams. "How bad?"
"Not *much*, but… there's not supposed to be blood."
"*Fuck*."
"I'm… I'm scared," I say and he tightens his grip on my hand.
"But your water hasn't broken yet, right?"
"No, but doesn't that seem worse?"
"I don't know, Kim. I wish I did, but I don't. Let's just… it's only two months, it could be okay. They could've messed up the date, let's just not jump to conclusions until we know for sure what's goin' on, okay?"
"Okay."
"I'm sorry about the wedding, Kim."
"Marshall, I *really* wanna be married."
"Me too, but- if we have a baby, that's cool too, ain't it?"
"I guess we'll just wait and see," I *say* but… I'm *really* terrified. I never bled before.
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Luckily, Hai doesn't pick up on how serious this could be. She's oblivious to the fact that the baby could die. I guess that's better.
She thinks she's gonna be getting a new brother or sister today and instead, we could be mourning a baby tonight.
Hell, I wish *I* didn't know. But… I heard Betty and Dawn talking about how Kim said she was bleeding a bit and that can't be good.
And ya know, the last time we were at the hospital- going there, it felt like… I don't know. Like I was watching it happen to them.
This time? It's like… it's happening to *me*. I'm a part of this. I'm really scared for my brother.
I really believe it's a boy. There's something about the way Kim talks. She seems *so* sure.
I really think I believe her.
And since *she's* the only one who has been able to keep her story straight, then maybe she *does* know, or feel it or something. I don't know.
I just keep thinking what Mom would have felt if they'd walked in and then walked away with me and she hadn't gotten me. I really think that's only a *part* of what they must be feeling right now.
I felt her stomach and it was really hard. She said that wasn't normal and her water hasn't broken which I guess is bad? I don't know. I don't know much about this.
Ya know, I've… I don't know why I think this as I'm watching the city pass by the window, but… I wonder if I'd be here with them, calling him 'Dad' if Mom were still alive. Like… would I have even *thought* about a relationship with them, or living with them if Mom were still here?
Hell- I probably wouldn't even *know*. She might not have told me until I graduated, if ever.
I'm not mad at her anymore for that. I *can't* be. The thought of being *mad* at her is… it hurts me. And I really think she's around me because I feel her sometimes. I just hope she'll help the baby.
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++++++++Shit. As soon as we're inside, they've swept her into the room and are workin' on gettin' her hooked up to all these machines. FUCK.
"It's okay, Baby," I say, trying to keep her as calm as I can. This is *not* supposed to happening! We were supposed to be getting married tonight! Not *here*.
"Sir, we need you to sign some- OH MY GOD! YOU'RE EMINEM!" She practically shouts as I turn toward her. FUCK. "Holy shit! You're-"
"Gimme the fuckin' papers," I growl and snatch the clipboard from her. "*Leave*."
"I have a few more at that station, if you'd just come with me and-"
"I'ma stay here with my fuckin' *wife* if that's okay wichu, o*kay*?" I snarl.
"Marshallll," Kim says, touching my forearm softly. "Baby, I'm okay. Go do what needs to-"
"*No*. I'm not gonna leave you."
"Well tough," says one guy and I turn to him. He's on the other side of the bed. "We're going to get her hooked up to a few monitors and while we're getting her settled, you can sign the paperwork."
"I'm o*kay*," she repeats. "Nuthin's gonna happen in two minutes. Go." And fuck, I can't say no to Kim, not right now, not ever. So I go with the nurse who is *drooling* over me. God dammit.
"I'm sorry I snapped," I state as I hand her the last of the paperwork.
"No, I'm- retarded. I just… wasn't expecting to see *you* on my shift. Hell, no one even knows she's pregnant! Or that you're married!"
"We've been keeping things private this time."
"Good. That's good. Best. They're probably ready for you now."
"Thanks. My aunt is bringin' Hailie and her kids, can you just, if you see 'em or if they ask, ask 'em to wait? We haven't really told Hai that this might be really serious."
"Sure thing."
"Thanks."
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Marsh rushes into the room as they're propping my legs up. "What's goin' on?" He asks worried, taking his place by my side.
"A pelvic exam, Sir," the doctor says as he's got his hand in me. I *hate* doctors. I actually found a doctor I *liked* but she's doing a c-section on another patient right now. "We need to find out just where the bleeding is coming from and how much there is before we do much of anything."
Marsh takes my hand and asks, "You okay?"
"Let's see… I've got a doctor's hand up my cunt on my *wedding* day while in mature labor and possibly losing my baby… no. I'd say I'm emphatically *not* okay."
"Sorry," he says. "I just… I don't know what else to do," he says and shit. He's right.
"No, I'm sorry. I'm just… scared."
"Me too," he whispers and kisses my forehead.
"Is the baby coming?" I ask the doctor when he finally puts my gown down. Shit. I *hate* this part of having babies. I really can't stand the whole people besides Marsh being there.
"Well, since your water hasn't broken yet, I can't say for sure either way. There's a possibility we'll take it out this afternoon."
"Doctor, what if-"
"Scott," he states.
"Huh?" I ask. "Do I know you?"
"Huh? No. Call me Scott, that's my name."
"Oh. It's my maiden name," I say and how stupid to be talking about this *now*. "What about our baby?"
"At seven months, she's about two to three pounds and would really have a fight ahead of her. Her lungs aren't formed completely yet," ohgod "won't be for another few weeks."
"So he wouldn't be able to breathe," I say and I wanna cry.
"Well, it'd be hard. And your baby wouldn't be leaving the hospital any time soon," he says and stands up while turning to the nurse. "Let's make sure we get that fetal monitor up, check her blood pressure and let's get a full work-up on her hormone levels. Also see if we can get an operating room on hand."
"Operating?" Marsh asks and I only just now realized how hard I'm squeezing his hand.
"As a precaution," he says and lifts my gown up so they can do the ultrasound.
"What's going on?" I ask as we watch the screen. There he is. I can see him. He's moving. At least he's safe right now. And he's right there. I just stare at the screen. I just… he *can't* be born yet. It's not time.
"Well, what I'm looking for right now is damage to the placenta. We're looking to make sure that it's still attached to your uterus, if it's not, we'll have to get him out today. Too much can go wrong if it's not secure in your uterus."
"What? What would cause that? It moving, I mean," I say. Shit. I mean… he doesn't *look* in distress or… he's still safe inside me.
"The bleeding could be a result of the placenta moving. If that's the case how much has moved determines where we go from here. The damage to it could have been caused by trauma to the abdomen or-"
"Would falling down stairs do that?" Marshall asks.
"Did you fall today?"
"A few months ago. Down a flight," I answer. "I had a couple broken ribs and… they didn't think there was internal damage though, but… I had some swelling."
"Could be and could not be. There's no way to be sure, but certainly that definitely could have had an effect that hadn't been noticeable before."
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We let him do his thing as they take her blood and Christ, just… TELL us.
He leaves and this is just… this can't be happening. I just hold her as she has another contraction and dammit. This isn't *fair*.
"Okay," he says, glancing at a chart. "Vaginal bleeding is more common than not. Usually it isn't accompanied by contractions, though it appears as though you're in premature labor."
"But- can he be born yet?" Kim asks, clutching my hand harder.
"Vaginal bleeding does happen but the placenta *and* your baby look perfectly fine. I'm recommending that we stop the labor before your water breaks."
"Stop it? How?" I ask. I mean… it's already started, ain't it?
"Drugs. Ritodrine is essentially a muscle relaxor that will relax the uterus and stop the contractions. We'd like to start the IV drip on this. If it works, the contractions will start to slow and eventually peter out in an hour or so. After four hours, we let you go, you stay off your feet for twenty-four and take an oral supplement for a week to make sure they don't come back. Then you come back in two months and give birth to your baby."
God. Sounds too good to be true. "And if it doesn't work?"
"If it doesn't, or her water breaks, or she really starts bleeding, then we whisk her up to the O.R. immediately and your baby spends a couple months in the hospital while she gets strong."
"She?" I ask. "Is it… a girl? Did you see?"
"Oh, you don't know yet?"
"Not for certain."
"I wasn't looking. I just… call all of them girls; try to even out the sexism in it. Do we do the drug?"
"What are side effects?" Kim asks. Oh, I hadn't thought of that. Shit.
"Common are increased urination, shortness of breath, increase in thirst, headaches, nausea, but most patients experience none of these."
"Will it hurt the baby?" I ask.
"No. In all the test cases, no damage to the baby was found."
"What are the chances if you take it out now that he'll live?"
"There are chances. I'd say sixty to live."
"And if you don't?"
"Ninety-five if the contractions stop. Most women go on to have normal pregnancies. It's up to you. I'll give you a few minutes to discuss it."
He leaves and I look her. "I know what you're gonna say, Kim, but-"
"NO drugs, Marshall. Yeah right it doesn't hurt the baby! It's not like a hormone that's already there, it's a *drug*."
"KIM!" I growl. I can't- "You can *not* give birth now. We *both* know that." FUCK. She can *not* pull this shit now. "You- you *heard* what he said. They give it women all the time and they've never had problems."
"Marsh- I don't…"
"I know, Baby. I know, but… you gotta. We *both* know you can't… he can't come out yet," I say, rubbing her stomach. "You gotta keep him safe a couple more months."
"I know. I'm just… Marsh, I'm scared."
"Me too," I sigh and sit next to her on the bed. I wrap my one arm around her shoulders and the other around our baby and kiss her head softly. "Me too."
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~~~~~~~~"How long?" She asks and I glance at my watch.
"Fifteen minutes," I say. This is… I mean… it's been a few hours. It's almost two in the afternoon. She was supposed to be sitting with Hailie while she got her hair done now.
"That's good," Marshall says. And it is. It's the longest stretch of time between contractions. The drugs are working. It was touch and go for a while there. The doctor's weren't sure if she might start to hemorrhage before the drugs took effect, but… she stuck with it. And they've been slowing steadily for two hours now.
"I still don't understand why we can't have the baby tonight," Hailie states from her place in Marshall's lap. He's sprawled out on the hospital couch with Hailie in one arm and Whitney in the other. I'd been holding them for a while, when the contractions were really bad and Kim needed his hand to hold, but now I've been sitting on the bed for a while with her. And it's… I'm *glad* he's still safe inside her.
"Well," Marshall starts to explain. "Sometimes, the body might think the baby is ready to come out, but the doctor's don't think it's a good idea yet. It's called false labor and it just means that sometimes with all the stuff going on inside Mommy, her body gets confused. So they gave her some medicine to straighten her body out, see?"
"I knooooooooow," she says, exasperated. "But I wanted the baby *now*."
"Well, you still got a couple months, Hailie."
"Can we have him for Christmas?" She asks excited.
"Maybe, Hailie. Maybe."
I smile and am startled when I feel Kim pushing a piece of my hair behind my ear. I turn toward her and smile.
"You okay?" She asks.
"Yeah," I nod. "I just… don't really like hospitals too much, ya know… it-"
"Bad memories."
"Yeah."
I'm trying not to think about how sick Mom was. I'm trying to only remember the *good*. The *fun* times we had on our picnics and trips. I don't wanna remember the end. It's too sad.
"C'mere," she says and pulls my head down and I… well… I lay down and curl up into her arm and… it's *nice*. I haven't… I always loved when Mom and I would lay down and have five on her bed, just cuddling and relaxing. "Here," she says, taking my hand and placing it on her stomach. "Feel him?" I nod. I do. "He knows his big sister is here."
"And me too?" Hailie asks as she jumps up and comes over on the other side of Kim. I slip her hand under mine and help Whitney climb up onto the bed to lay on my side.
"Dylly!" Whitney laughs. "Brudder, Brudder, Brudder!"
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*Shit*. I wish I had a camera. I've got all four of my women right there and it's an *amazing* thing to see. I just sit here, watching them feel her stomach and Kim just looks… *so* radiant. I mean… it's not really the "pregnant" glow, but it's just… the motherly glow. My mother never had that, never really experienced joy with her own kids, but… Hailie's always been a source of joy. And now we have Lily and Whitney and Ally on the way.
Although… I'm really starting to believe it *is* a boy. I mean… I would have thought only Scott women could be *this* attention-getting. But now I'm thinking only Mather's men can be *this* stubborn about being born. I don't know. As long as it's healthy though, I don't really care right now.
It'll probably be whatever I think it's *not*. That's my luck. I mean… I want a boy. But I'd love another girl too. Girls are… easier than boys, I would think. I don't wanna… I mean- with girls, I assume *Kim* will give the 'period' talk and what not. With boys? *I'll* have to give the sex talk and the condom talk and shit. What the fuck do *I* know about birth control? I'm obviously not very *good* at it! All I know about sex, I learned through rap and personal experience.
But that doesn't matter as much as the contractions stopping do. And they are.
We'll probably be home in a couple hours and fuck. I… I don't know what to do about the wedding. Seems stupid to have our friends here and *not*, but… I guess we'll talk about it later.
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*********"Okaaaaaaaaay, let's take a look here," he says. They're doing one more ultra sound before they let me go. It's four thirty. I was supposed to be putting my dress on right now.
"So what will happen?" I ask.
"Well, if this all looks good, you'll go home," he says. "You'll have an oral pill to take for seventy-two hours. You'll get at least twenty-four hours bed rest to make sure you don't go into labor again and then you'll see your regular doctor for your next check-up."
"Twenty-four hours?" FUCK. I… shit. I know. It's probably stupid to think I could still get married now. Damn it.
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I hate that look of disappointment in her eyes, but… we can't risk losing the baby again.
I just hold her hand and I *love* ultrasounds. I love looking at our child inside her.
"Strong heartbeat, uterus and placenta look good…" he says as he moves the wand over her belly. "Congratulations, you're no longer in premature labor."
"And everything's okay with the baby?" She asks.
"Yup. Strong and healthy."
We *both* let out a sigh of relief.
"Um… Doc, can we um…" shit. I'm *so* horny. "Can we have sex?"
"At least not for twenty-four hours, but sex in general, I would say no right now. Bleeding can still occur. I'd say no until you speak to your regular doctor. Unfortunately, orgasms for her cause the muscles to contract and may induce labor again."
Um… FUCK!
"But again, consult your doctor. She'd know more of your case than I. Okay? Anything else?"
"Doc?"
And I know *exactly* what she's gonna say. So I say it too.
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"Is it a girl or boy?" I ask and smile at Marsh.
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.