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.THE LIST OF PEEPS I LOVE: Diamond, Vibe, Jenn, Emily, Sarah, Casey, Ana, Maggie, Maria, Manda, April, Shan, Taz, Sammie, steph, dani, Christine and ryan. If I left you out, YELL at me. I wanna make sure we give props to EVERYONE who loves on me.
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WELL... JUUUST TO LET YOU KNOW-
THERE'S A LITTLE... SURPRISE... *HIDDEN* ON THIS PAGE
BUT FINDING IT WILL TAKE A BIT OF SMART THINKING!
As well as a bit of... computer know-how.37
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++++++++"I can't believe I ever married you!" She screams. "I must have been on drugs or completely fucking *nuts* to marry you *again*!"
Then she slams the door to the bathroom and I *so* don't think so, Bitch!
No fuckin' *way* she's gettin' the last word! "Don't fuckin' walk away from me!" I yell and practically kick the door open on my way out. "Not like it's a fuckin' picnic for me *either*!"
"Oh yeah! Things are so fuckin' *tough* for *YOU*! Arrogant fuckin' prick!"
"OH MY GOD! I can't believe I even *thought* of spending the rest of my *life* in *this*… HELL!"
"Well if it's so fuckin' hellish, why don't you go slit your wrists?"
"Because that's *your* thing, not mine," I snarl. "Maybe *you* should!"
"FINE. Maybe I *will*!" She screams.
"FINE! DO IT THEN!"
"*FINE!*" She screams and slams our bedroom door behind her as she storms out.
"FINE!" I yell back through the door.
Fuck.
"FUCK!" I yell, kicking the bathroom door closed as I jump back in the shower. FUCK.
Now- I *do* agree this is probably all my-
Well, *no*, I *don't* but she's not gonna see it logically BECAUSE SHE'S KIM!
Let's just… dissect this for a second.
It *could* be may fault for jacking off in the shower when she wasn't out of the house or busy with girls, but I thought she was asleep! Who knew she'd have to pee *right* when I was getting close to the good part?!
But even then, it *so* isn't *my* fault. It's *Her* fault for imposing the MONTH OF CELIBACY RULE in the first place- that *now* has become *TWO* MONTHS because of the damn contractions and premature labor threat.
SO this is *her* fault!
Of course… that probably wouldn't have bothered her had I put the fuckin' toilet seat down.
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Okay. I am feelin' much better now that I came, albeit by myself, but beggars can't be choosers, especially when one is married.
And *now* to enter the pits of Hell, otherwise known as… *downstairs*.
Luckily, Lily and Nate have the girls swimming so they won't hear anything when we get into this because I *know* Kim will be *such* a bitch about this.
That's because Kim's a bitch.
Plain and simple.
Kim is a *bitch*.
And now- she's *my* bitch.
For better or worse.
I make it downstairs and I hear her moving around in the kitchen.
Okay. Deep breath. We can handle this. She's always *been* a bitch and I'm still alive and well to tell the tales of Kim, the wretched bitch.
So… suck it up and be a man.
"Kim," I say, entering the room softly. "I-"
"*Marsh*!" She smiles. "I missed you so much!" And she rushes over and throws her arms around me and hugs me like it's nothing.
Huh?!
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God. He was taking for*ever* in the shower.
I lean forward and brush my lips against his. He responds by wrapping his arms around my waist and slipping a leg between my thighs. I rub against him as he kisses me back, deeply and I just *love* kissing him.
My husband.
"Maybe we should-" I say softly between passes his mouth makes to mine. "Should-" his tongue blazes a hot trail down my neck "Mmm… go upstairs? Lay down?"
*Shit*. I want nothing more than to lay down right on him- naked.
One time couldn't hurt, could it?
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Fuck. What I wouldn't do for just that very thing! But I won't risk our baby's life.
"Kim, I thought you were tired- gonna sleep."
"Oh, so *what*?" She says angrily and pushes me away. Fuck. Here we go again. "We've been married not even two months and you're already re*ject*ing me?! You don't even wanna fuckin' *be* with me?"
"Kim, that's not what I said, I just-"
"No, I know what you *just*- *save* it. God, what did I ever *see* in you?!"
And then she stomps off, back up the stairs, pounding on the stairs as she goes.
Fuckin' hormones!
I can't survive much more of this!
No- our *marriage* can't survive much more of this!
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~~~~~~~~Things have been… let's just say… *intense* lately.
I don't what it is *exactly* that has got them so on edge- I mean… they seemed all… *with* it at the wedding- in love and wonderful.
I'm not sure Hailie picks up on it, but I do- small digs at each other, cruel glances.
"Nate, I'm worried," I confess softly, watching Hailie diving off the edge into the water.
"Why?"
"Don't you- *sense* it? Something's not right between Marshall and Kim. They're… I've been noticing it for a while, but especially since the wedding."
"Hormones- makes her bitchier than normal," he shrugs.
"No, it's… it's like they *hate* each other… and they *like* it that way."
"Welcome to the Marshall and Kim show," he shrugs again.
"Dammit, don't fuckin' give me that bullshit. C'mon, these are… these are my *parents* you're talking about. I'm really worried!" I tell him.
"HEY LILY! LOOK!" Hailie screams and jumps back in with a twist.
"Fine, you wanna know what's wrong?" Nate asks and I shake my head.
"Duh, Moron! *Yes*. Tell me."
"Well…" he steps closer to me so he can whisper without Hailie hearing. "I heard him talkin' on the phone the other day to Proof- him and Kim- they ain't havin' sex."
"What?" Okaaaay- I'm not sure that's something I need to know. "What does that have to-"
"Duh, *think* about it? Married couple- not able to have sex because of the baby?"
"Pregnant women can have sex," I tell him. I read about it once somewhere… I think. Or saw it in a movie.
"Yeah, but 'cause she had the premature labor stuff- if she…"
"*What*?" I press him.
"If she has an orgasm, she could go back into labor, so they ain't havin' sex. *That's* what's got 'em all crazy."
"Oh."
Oh.
I just- Oh.
I'm… *really* sure I didn't wanna know that about my parents.
*EVER*.
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*********He comes in and- correction- he *stomps* in and I hear him undressing. I hear his jeans hit the floor and I can just… imagine him standing there naked and- well… not *naked* because he wears boxers to bed these days, but…
He crawls into bed and I *know* there's this… *distance* between us.
"Marsh?" I ask quietly a few minutes after he turns off the lights.
"Yeah?"
"I know I've been a bitch lately," I say. "I'm sorry."
"It's okay," he sighs. "I'm used to nine month pregnancy hormones by now."
"Yeah, but… if I wasn't al*read*y a bitch… I'm even more so *now*."
I roll over and he smiles. "C'mere," he says and pulls me toward him, sliding a pillow between us to support the baby. "I'm sorry I left the toilet seat down."
"I'm sorry I went off on you for it."
"I'm sorry I can get off and you can't."
"I'm sorry I wasn't there with you."
"Me too," he sighs with a smile before wrapping his arms around me. I rest my head on his arm and god- this is *killing* us. I wanna be with him so bad and I *can't* be.
"Sweetie?"
"Yeah?"
"I don't want another baby for at *least* a year."
"Deal," he chuckles. "Of course, that's assuming we ever have sex again."
"Don't joke about that."
"I *never* joke about sex," he says.
"I wanna be with you so bad, Marsh. I wanna kiss you and make love to you and having you inside me and your hands all over me… it's *killing* me."
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"Fuck, it's killing me too, Kim. It's like… that's all we had before- even when we hated each other, we had the physical and now-"
"We don't."
"Yeah. We just-" but her lips cut me off and her tongue pushes into my mouth gently while her hands slide down my back. "Kim, we can't-"
"I know," she whispers. "But just… *I* can't, but you can still touch me, Marsh. I might not be able to come, but you can still make love to me with your hands, touch my body, kiss me… we can still *feel* each other."
"Shit, I like the way that sounds."
"We'll go slow," she whispers as she starts pushing my boxers off my hips. "And it won't… end well- for *me*, but… I need to be close to you, Marshall. I need to feel your skin against mine, feel you in my hands, in my mouth… I *need* you."
Fuck *me*.
"Okay," I whisper and she grins and pulls the pillow out from between us before moving up to straddle me.
"Baby okay?"
"He's just fine, thank you."
"*She*."
"Marsh, I *told* you, this right here, is a *boy*," she says while pulling off my t-shirt and fuck I love pregnant woman's breasts and especially *now* in the third trimester. Hers are so much bigger than they normally are. "Now touch me," she whispers as she places my hands on her hips.
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And he does. *Oh* he does.
His hands feel *so* good on my skin as he slides them up my slides. His fingers dance along the sides of my breasts and around down my back and while he does that, I move *my* hands over his chest. If we can't actually make love, at least we can feel each other, at least I can make him come and feel him that way and-
Ohfuck.
"Marshall-"
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Shit. She just grabbed her stomach.
"Kim?"
And what is- oh god.
"It's time."
"Yeah, I *know* it's time. I'm drenched!"
"Well I'm sorrrry," she says and I help her up before looking down at my lap.
"Okay- that's either incredibly romantic or incredibly gross."
"Well- it's not like I *planned* my water to break on you, ya knoooooow-" she grabs her belly. "I forgot how much I *hate* these."
"Okay, sooo- what do we-"
"Hospital!" She says.
"Yes, I got that part. But the kids! They're sleeping and-"
"They'd never forgive us if we didn't take them with us, so round 'em up. Tell Nate to get Hailie, Lily to get Whitney. I'll get my bAAAAAAAAAg-"
"You okay?" I grab her arm. She nods and breathes through the contraction.
"I'll meet you downstairs."
"Uh… Kim?"
"Yeah?"
"Clothes?"
She looks down at us. "Oh yeah."
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~~~~~~~~Um… can we say INSANE?!
I guess we can. We just did.
Holy shit. Everything happened so fast, from Hailie running into my room screaming "It's time! It's time!" to Whitney crying on the way to the hospital. It was a fuckin' three ring circus!
Not to mention the press parked outside his driveway.
Luckily- we're now in the maternity ward and it's been blocked off with security and bodyguards. Kim is being checked out and all is going wonderful. I think.
Except… I'm a nervous wreck, which is why I'm pacing with Whitney in my arms.
"Would you sit down? You're driving me fuckin' crazy!"
"LANGUAGE!" Hailie lectures Nate.
"Tell her to friggin' si'down already!" He says, pointing at me.
"I'm *sorry*, okay? I'm just… nervous and when I'm nervous, I *pace*, it's a mom thing."
"Mommy doesn't pace," Hailie states.
"My other mom did," I say and then I realize what I just said. What? She's not my mom anymore? She's my *other* mom?
When did she become my *other* mom?
"Would you friggin' SIT DOWN?" Nate practically yells. "What's your problem?"
"What's *yours*?" I ask. "Get up on the wrong side of the bed?"
"No- an enthused seven year old jumped on my chest in the middle of a really good fuckin' dream AT *MIDNIGHT*!"
"LANGUAGE!"
"*HAILIE*!" Nate and I both growl.
"What? I'm just *saying*! Sheesh! I'm hungry! How long is it gonna be?"
God- this is just… it's been an hour. They've been in there two hours and no baby yet.
What the fuck is taking so long?
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"WHAT THE FUCK IS TAKING SO LONG?!" I yell.
"Mrs. Mathers if you'd please-"
I *love* when people call me that! Mrs. Mathers. I'm Mrs. Mathers again.
What am I from the fuckin' fifties? IS THAT WHY THEY DON'T HAVE THIS THING OUT OF ME?!
"Mrs. Mathers, please just-"
"If you tell me to *calm* *down* I'll rip your head off!" I growl at the doctor.
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That's my wife!
"My water broke- that means it's baby time and if you don't get it out of me *now*, I'll *sue* you for pain and suffering!"
"It's just that… your water broke, but you're only eight inches dilated."
"THEN CUT ME OPEN!" She yells as another contraction starts.
"We'll give it another couple hours, if not by then, we'll do a C-section," he says and runs out of the room. He's a squirrelly guy. I want *our* doctor, but she's delivering another baby right now.
I glance at the monitor. "Almost done," I say as I rub her stomach. "Almost… okay… better?"
"I'll be better once he's *out* of me."
"Oh, you mean she?"
"No, I mean he."
"C'mon, Kim- every doctor we've *seen* has said it's a girl. Just… get used to it. Soon as you can, you'll be on your knees worshipping me *all* day long."
"Marsh?" She asks and looks at me.
"Yeah?"
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"I didn't tell you this, because I wasn't sure I- I didn't know if I remembered, but… I *do*, did- I just- I *know*, okay? I felt it. I feel him," I say, covering Marshall's hand with mine. "And when I was out- after the accident on the stairs- when I was unconscious- I was…"
"What?"
"I was just *falling* and I kept falling, trying to stop and I saw you and the girls."
"What stopped it?" He asks.
"I was chasing after him, Marsh. I was falling, trying to save our baby. I *saw* him- he's a boy, Marsh. I *saw* him, I held him and stopped him from crying."
"Oh."
"See? I just- I *know* it- I've met him."
"How do *you* know? You could have just been projecting what you *think* into your dream."
"MARSH! It wasn't a DREAM, okay? It was *real*. And it *was* *him*."
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Fuck.
She's sure.
She might have mentioned this little dream/real thing BEFORE though!
"You bitch!" I accuse. "You *knew* that before and you-"
"Made a sure bet," she grins.
"Whore."
"Bastard."
"Hoe."
"Asshole."
"Gorgeous."
"Sexy mother fucker," she grins and I lean forward and kiss her softly.
"So…" I sigh and rub the baby. "We're having a boy? I'ma have a son?"
"It's what I've been telling you all along," she says. "And for the record, my first present should involve diamonds of some kind!"
"You *played* me!" I accuse and she has some sort of comment to shoot back at me but the next contraction starts. Show time again.
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~~~~~~~~Shit. I glance at my watch. It's been another hour. At least they moved her in the delivery room, but it's been an hour. I thought it was supposed to get easier to push these things out after you've had three.
I glance down at Hailie. Her head is on Nate's thigh and she closed her eyes.
"What?"
I look up at him, even though he's got his head back against the wall.
"Huh?" I ask and he turns his head to blink at me sleepily.
"What's *wrong*? Something is wrong- I know it is- I know you, Lil. What's wrong?"
"I just- it's silly… I'm just thinking if I'm… I mean- this kid won't know the difference between me and Hailie."
"What do you mean?"
"For this kid- for this baby- I'll just be Lily- Rae-Rae, whatever- like… he won't know I'm not *part* of this family, ya know?"
"Lily- you *are* a part of this family, a very *large* part of it. I mean… you weren't *there* when they- I don't remember much, I was young- but I remember Kim just crying- like all the time- for like a month- just constant crying. You've been- you were missing- for a long time but you *are* a part of this family- no matter if you feel it or not- you *are*."
"I know. I am, but- I feel like I'm… forgetting my mom- like every day she becomes this distant memory- like a dream. Is that all she was?"
"That's how the brain works, ya know?"
"I just… I've been thinking about that is all."
A lot since Christmas just came and went and I feel… *guilty* that I didn't visit her grave- like I was too… happy *here* to go and see her, or bring flowers.
I just- I've been thinking.
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"OHMYGOD!" I scream as she squeezes my fuckin' hand. "BREATHE, BABY, JUST-"
"I *AM* BREATHING YOU FUCKING BASTARD NOW SHUT THE FUCK *UP* AND LET ME FUCKING *DO* THIS!"
Dammit. I *hate* pregnant women.
In labor women are ten times worse!
She stops pushing and I wipe her forehead.
"Okay! We've got our head, Kim! One more good push and you'll have yourself a brand new baby."
"No. I- just *pull* him out!" She says. "I can't push."
"Yes, Kim, you *have* to. One more and-"
"I CAN'T!" She yells at our doctor. *Our* doctor. Hailie's doctor and Kim's- our family doctor. I'm glad she's here.
Here's *my* part. The- you can do it speech.
"Kim, Baby, *look* at me," I say, "Look at me." I kiss her softly. "Listen to me, Baby."
"Marsh, I- *can't*."
"You can and you will, Kim. *Who* caught our baby? Huh? *Who* saved him? Who wouldn't take drugs so he could live? You can do *any*thing for our children- I *know* you can do this."
"Marsh-"
"C'mon, Kimmy," I say, grabbing her hand with both of mine. "One more- one more and give us our son. Okay? We'll do it together."
She nods and cries and god- is there anything more beautiful?
She screams and I just watch as her entire body just… shakes and it's just the most… surreal and amazing thing humanly possible.
My Kim.
And the next thing I hear is our baby *screaming* and *wailing*.
"IT'S A GIRL!" She announces.
"WHAT?!" Kim and I both ask.
"Wanna cut the chord, Daddy?" She asks.
"A girl?!" I ask. I thought- fuck. I really wanted a- "HEY!" I yell at her and she just *laughs* at me. "She has a penis! She has a- IT'S A BOY!" I yell. "KIM! IT'S A BOY! IT'S OUR SON!"
Shit- it's… she wraps him in a blanket and places him in my arms and it's… my *son*.
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"Marsh! Lemme see!"
I can't believe it. I… I have a son.
He places him in my arms and he's just- *perfect*.
"It's our son," I say, with tears coming down my cheeks. "Hi, Little Guy, I'm your Mama."
"Hey Kim?" He asks and I look at him. "Happy birthday."
I smile. It *is*, isn't it? "Best birthday *ever*."
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~~~~~~~~God. I glance at my watch again *just* as the door opens.
"Dad!" I say, jumping up, careful not to knock into the stroller where Whitney is sleeping. I hit Nathan's arm. "Oh!" He says and wakes Hailie up.
"Well?" I ask.
"It's a boy!"
Wow. A brother! Kim was right all along.
"Wanna come in and meet… Cody Michael Mathers?"
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.