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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~~~~~~~~Okay. This? Awkward? No. Nerve wracking? Hell jeah!
And they're not even *here* yet. They're coming for Saturday brunch and I'm freaking out.
"How's this?" I ask, staring at the mirror.
"Too red," Jessie says and picks up a blue shirt. "Dis one," she says. I pull it on and look at her. "DIS one!" She exclaims, holding up a purple blouse.
"No, Jess. Not that one."
"What dat?" She asks, pointing at a sparkly light blue tank top. I pull it on and look at her. "*Dat* one!" She smiles triumphantly.
Well- I gotta admit- it *does* bring out my eyes. Mom always said one could not classify them as blue, but as azure, the color of a piercingly blue sky. Strange that a two year old has more fashion sense than me.
Hey- whatever. If she's a famous designer, I'll always have great clothes.
"Okay," I say and sit down at my vanity table. It's at least nice to have *my* stuff here. I'm basically unpacked. Marce and Rob even gave me the only guestroom with a bathroom so I can have my privacy.
I put the diamond earrings in my bottom holes. Mom said they were a five-year anniversary present from Dad and they always brought her luck. She always said she had just put them in her ears when she found out they were having a baby.
I just assumed she'd taken a pregnancy test, but she must have gotten a phone call about me-
I apply a little make up and glance at my hair. I straightened it out this morning and I guess I got the color from them. It's an auburn type color only more blonde and red than brown. Mom said it used to be really blonde but it changed when I was around five.
Okay- I glance at myself. I guess I'm ready as I'll ever be. Does one ever have sufficient time to prepare to meet one's famous birth parents?
I put some strappy sandals on and glance at the clock. God- less than an hour and I'll be meeting my- parents, I guess, although it feels wrong to call them that.
My parents are dead.
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"Calm down," I say, although I'm not really *calm* either. She's been pacing and I've been jumping around and shaking like I do before a show. It's like- I wanted to listen to Purple Pills just to hype myself up. Maybe I should've.
But the pacing in the elevator is freaking me out and makin' me dizzy, so I reach out and pull her waist to me.
"I can't. I-"
"I know." Fuck. I wasn't *this* nervous when I was on my way to meet Dre!
"We're gonna- I've been-"
"I know," I repeat. Shit- I couldn't put this into words if I *wanted* to. I have no idea what the hell we're even gonna say to her. Hi, Honey, we're sorry we didn't use a condom and were too horny to wait for one and fucked up your life.
Fuck. We're going for brunch and I couldn't even keep the coffee down this morning.
The car's waiting for us downstairs and we'll be going to meet our fourteen-year-old daughter.
Of course, the press thinks I'm on my way to New York City- thank you Mr. Body Double. It sounded like a bad idea at the time, but I'm glad Paul convinced me to hire.
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I rest my head on his shoulder and slip my hands under his t-shirt and rub his lower back. A soft moan escapes his lips and I find comfort in him.
"What if she doesn't like us?" I ask.
"Let's just- be *us* and… ya know- she did call and talk to you, so-"
"I hope so."
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Oh god. The car pulls up in front of this huge house and it's gorgeous; like four bedrooms smaller than the Home Alone McCallister house.
"Wow… wonder where she grew up," I say. I mean- Jesus, if *this* is like where she grew up- we did right by her. If she resents us, we should take her to Warren and 8 Mile and then she can thank her lucky stars.
She never would've lacked for love from us, but probably woulda died of malnutrition or from a Debbie-induced drug overdose.
"I am *so* nervous," I whisper as we walk up to the house.
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"Yeah, talk about bein' out of our element."
"I swear, Marsh, if we have to choose which fork to use, I'ma throw up," she says, placing a hand on her stomach. "I already threw up *twice* this morning."
"I know," I say. Shit. Ya know- the reason I didn't go to the Oscars was two fold. 1) I promised Kim after we'd launched 50, that I'd take a bit of time to be home wit' her and Hai. I wanted a bit of a vacation. And 2) I didn't wanna wear a suit.
But now- I'm feeling severely underdressed with my jeans, t-shirt and red Detroit hoody. Shoulda worn some khaki's or some shit, if I even *own* them. Kim did a little better- she wore that skirt that I love.
But shit- we get up to the door and I ring the bell.
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Oh god. I'm gonna puke. "Will you-" I ask and Marcie nods her head.
"You gonna be okay?" Rob asks, touching my arm.
"Uh huh," I nod.
"We'll be right here, Lily, for as long as you need." I nod as he heads out toward the foyer. "You comin'?"
"In a few," I say and find my heart beating harder. Shit. I hear her talking and Rob introduces himself but I can't breathe and it has nothing to do with the fact that he's 'Eminem', but the fact that I'm adopted and have probably two very loving people waiting to meet me and I have no idea what to say or do or even what to call them or what they want and-
God- I can't stand. I fall into a chair at the table. Fuck. My legs are shaking so bad. What if they don't like me? What if- Hailie doesn't like me? What if they don't want me to *meet* Hailie? And that's assuming they're even nice at all.
God, Mom, I wish you were here.
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"Hello, please, come in." Oh god. The place is even more gorgeous inside. Shit- nothing like people raised in money to remind you that you're trailer trash.
"Thanks," I say and it seems really dumb. Thanks for taking responsibility for a child that I created because my boyfriend and I couldn't afford a condom. Yeah- I'll just stick with thanks.
"I'm Marcie and you are obviously Kim and Marshall." We shake hands and I'm shaking. I swear, I'ma throw up again. "And this is my daughter Jessie," she says, touching the head of a bright-eyed little toddler.
"Who dem?" She asks, pointing at us.
"Rae-Rae's friends. Kay?"
"Kay," she agrees.
"Hi! I'm Rob!" A man says, coming down a hallway.
"Kim, nice to meet you."
"Marshall."
And then it's eerily silent. What if she changed her mind?
"Where Rae-Rae?" Jessie suddenly asks, looking around. Thank heaven for kid's unmistakable way of cutting right to the chase.
"She's in the kitchen," Marcie tells the child. "She's nervous," she explains to us.
"Da kitch?" Jessie asks.
"Yeah," Rob answers. "Go get her?"
"Kay," she says, before running off, her diaper causing it to be more of a waddle than a run.
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Fuck. This is- nerve-wracking. Worse than any concert or meeting, that's for sure. Worse than that night at Hot Rocks while I was waiting for Kim to come out-
I keep my hand firmly planted on the small of her back and god- what would have happened, had we *not* been together and received a call?
"Why don't we- sit in the living room?" Marcie suggests.
I kiss Kim's cheek as we follow them. "Relax," I whisper. Like I can talk! Shit.
"Ya know," Marcie says as we sit. "She's just been nervous and worried *all* week. I think she may have thrown up a bit this morning too."
"I did," Kim smiles.
"She's been through… a *lot* and trying to get through more-"
"I can't imagine what it must be like," Kim says. "I only wish… I coulda thanked her mother for giving her the life we couldn't."
"She has a lot of questions," Rob interrupts and they seem like nice enough people. Normal anyway. He's got on a pair of khaki's and a polo shirt. They're polo shirt people. God- what if she's stuck up? What if she's the people Kim and I always hated?
"Unfortunately," he continues, "her mother was unable to answer them in person. But her mother was extremely grateful for Lily."
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They're *here*. Actually *here*.
"Rae-Rae!" Jessie comes running in.
"Hey, Baby," I say, helping her climb into my lap.
"Your friends oudere," she says, pointing toward the front of the house.
"I know," I tell her. "I'm just… nervous."
"C'mon," she says, tapping my shoulder urgently. "Rae-Rae, go!"
Yeah, Jess. But you have *no* idea. I mean- what if they just- wanna quell a lawsuit before it starts? Shit- it's like… all these things.
"Me go. Put down me!" She jumps down and goes running out and a few minutes later, Marcie comes in.
"Ya know, Lily, if you're not ready, we'll leave right now."
"Are they nice? Do they seem nice?" I ask.
"Yeah- they do and ya know-" she tucks a loose hair behind my ear "they seem just as nervous as you," she glances down at my knee, which is nervously bouncing "he's even got the knee thing going."
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"Does she-" Marsh starts. "You… call her Lily. Is that what she prefers?"
Oh- that's good. Wouldn't wanna offend her or something.
"Her mother started calling her that and it caught on. But after her mom- she requested we call her Lily."
"Mama!" The little girl comes running back in.
"Where is she?" Rob asks her as she crawls into his lap and curls up into his arms.
I glance down at Marsh's leg and place a hand on his knee to stop it from bouncing.
"I'll just go check on her," Marcie says, before disappearing behind a door.
"Jess, why don't you run into the playroom, 'kay?" Rob suggests and she grins and runs off. Then he turns back to us. "Look-" he says. "I realize this is… an awkward situation. But we want *you* both to know that we support Lily and we *will* support her if she chooses to seek a relationship with you or if she doesn't. We've known her for the past ten years, almost eleven, and she's always been a member of our family."
"We respect that," Marsh says. "We don't wanna- it's not our intention to come here and assume she's gonna call us Mommy and Daddy and come live wit' us or anything. We just- wanna make sure she's okay- answer her questions if she's got any and-"
I interrupt him. "We want her to understand why we gave her up and that we love her. We *don't* wanna disrupt her life or anything like that, unless… she *wants* that disruption."
"Good," he says and leans back. "I think we're on the same page then."
"So-" Marsh starts, but we just… *freeze*.
She's… god, she's so beautiful!
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Ohgod. She's just- *right* *there* in front of us and she's soo perfect!
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Oh god. I swear- I'm gonna- the way they're lookin' at me- they're just… stunned, I guess. Jesus.
And them? My god. They're my parents. The people that created me. And they're right *there* and- shit, why am I crying?
And the way they're lookin' at me is… like Mom used to look at me.
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"Hi," I say, but it's *really* lame. I don't know whether to sit or stand or- I just wanna go over and *hug* her but… I'm not her mother. I mean- I *am*, but not to *her*. I'm a stranger to her.
But shaking hands seems really… stupid.
Marsh stands up though and pulls my hand with him.
"Hi," she says and just stands there gaping at us as much as we're gaping at her. "You're… a lot shorter than I was expecting," she says to Marshall and I can't help but laugh as he scowls at me.
Just like Hailie there- cuts to the truth of the matter.
"Sorry," she shrugs. "I just- don't know what to say."
"Can I-" I start. "Would you mind if we… gave you a hug?"
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Okay- whatever. I'm short. Fine. Shorter than what people think but I'm not *short*. I'm 5' 7". Whatever. No respect for me. But I guess it broke the tension a bit.
"I think that'd be okay," she smiles softly and Kim lets out the breath she was holding.
She walks toward us and Kim gets to her first and squeezes her tightly. "God- you're soo beautiful," she says.
I get to hug her next and it's just… amazing. Like some part of us was missing because it *was*. A part of our lives was missing and she's right here and- "God- we think about you every day."
"Maybe we could move into the dining room?" Marcie suggests. "We could all talk?"
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Kim pulls me into another hug before we head into the dining room and it's… nice. Surreal.
I don't really know what I'm thinking. I don't *know* if I'm thinking *anything*.
But- they seem okay and she's crying too and when we get to the dining room, she turns to me and says, "I'm sorry. I'ma need about twenty million more of these," and she pulls me into another hug.
She steps in behind her and pulls her arms away. "Kim, let her breathe, Baby." And that's nice of him.
"It's okay," I say. "It's kinda *nice*." And then I find myself being pulled into *his* arms and I hug them back because- it *does* feel nice.
Okay. He let's me go and steps away.
I sit across the table from them. Okay- still nervous, but now very hungry. And it looks like he really loves her. I mean- he's sitting close to her with an arm around her.
"Please- help yourself," Marcie says. She's got bacon and sausage and eggs out, as well as muffins and bagels. I grab a handful of grapes from the fruit platter. If I can keep *these* down- I may try a muffin, but I don't wanna be puking up eggs.
And as much as I wanna ask them stuff- I don't wanna throw too much at 'em or make them feel bad. It's like- we should have written down acceptable topics of discussion previously, 'cause otherwise, we're just quiet and no one is eating. So I am *so* relieved when the doorbell rings.
"I'll get it!" I say, hopping up. I don't know who it is, but-
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Okay- how happy am I when there *aren't* twenty different forks? But I still don't know if I'll be able to keep anything down. I still feel nauseous.
I'm sort of relieved when she runs off because it lets me breathe a bit- even if it's just for a second.
"I can't imagine how weird this is," Rob says. "Perhaps you could ask her about school or something? She loves reading as well."
Yeah- are we *sure* she's our kid?
"AAAAAHHH!" We hear her scream and she comes running back in. Oh- she looks *so* happy. It's really nice. "IT'S HERE!"
"What, Lil?"
"The Academy sh-tuff. That was the mailman- we had to sign for it."
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"Academy?" I ask.
"Only the *best* school in the state," she says, sitting in her chair with her feel pulled up under her.
"Well, Lily- we can look at that stuff later," Marcie tells her.
"Oh- right." She grins sheepishly and *that's* a Kim look. "Sorry, I-"
"No- go ahead. You're looking into private schools?" I ask. I mean- it's something to talk about, isn't it?
"*This* school. They've got- see? Look?" She points to a picture of a lab in the brochure. "High tech labs for science, advancements in chem and physics, college lit classes and trips to… ooo-" She's *so* excited flipping through the pages. I guess she's smart? That's good. That's good she has the chances to pursue that. "Paris, London, New York and Tokyo- those were *last* year's trips. Can you imagine?"
"So what do you wanna do?" Kim asks her. "I mean- career-wise. Have you chosen?"
"I'm going to cure cancer," she states. Oh. Wow. That makes sense. "No kid should-" she wipes her eyes and shakes it off. "They've got a great science department."
She flips to the last page and her eyes go wide. "Sh-ugar. That's…"
"What, Lily?" Rob asks.
"Tuition. That figure they gave us was a bit low if you wanna do the field trips and all the extra stuff."
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Fuck. There's *no* way we can afford this. The full package, not including room and board, is $14, 893. That's… a *lot* of money. Plus college after that? That's like… 12 years of expensive tuition. Although they could get paid back once I get my trust fund. But- wow.
"Well- we'll look later, I guess.," I say and put the brochure down on the table. Okay, so now it's awkward again. "So- you have two daughters?"
"We have *three*," he corrects. "We get that it's… awkward, but- we thought about you every day since- we have *three* children, even if one never knew it."
Yeah- not strange at all, but- I guess it's true.
She punches him in the arm though. "Marsh! You *wanna* freak her out?"
"What? It's true," he protests. "And don't friggin' *punch* me, Woman."
Yeah- *now* they're acting like a real couple. I can't help but giggle. "I liked Hailie's Song," I say and grab a bagel off the plate.
That seems to… waken us up a bit and we actually start *eating*. I guess I was hungrier than I thought- especially since I don't remember eating yesterday.
"How old is she again?"
"Hai's seven," she says. So seven years after they had me, they decided to keep a daughter. I don't know what I think about that. I mean… I guess- how old was she when she had me? I have no idea- probably a teenager?
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I don't wanna talk about Hailie though. I wanna know something about *her*. She's obviously very smart, so- "What's your favorite subject in school?"
"Huh? Oh-" and we actually start eating and being normal. God- I think I'm actually breathing normally. "Well, I like science, but as far as material, I'm actually fascinated with the effects of the Industrial Revolution on society, in particular education."
HOLY SHIT! Yeah- I guess she *is* extremely intelligent. Holy fuckin' hell!
I wonder how much the tuition to that school is.
"Wow," I say, nearly choking on the watermelon. "That's… quite an… interesting fascination."
"Well, my mom's a- *was* a history buff, among other things."
Wow. Well- that would explain *that*.
"What else do you like?" Marsh asks. Yeah- we're not out of our league or anything, are we?
"Well," she grins. "I'm not into pop or anything, but… I'm really into Broadway- musicals and plays and stuff. Mom and I would go to any show that we could. I think the first one I ever saw was Cats."
"Oh, I saw that!" I say. "It was really great! Good music."
"When did you see that?" Marshall asks me.
"Well- on television, but- I saw it," I defend myself. I mean… she's my daughter and I sure as hell can't talk about the industrial revolution, but- I can talk about cats.
"Yeah- they play it on PBS every now and then when they're beggin' for money."
"Exactly," I agree and stick my tongue out to Marshall. He raises an eyebrow at me suggestively. He's such a smart ass.
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"What *other* plays have you seen?" I ask. Kim's got an unsaid point. *I* sure as hell can't debate the great issues of society- well- the ones of the past. I think I'd be able to talk on urban youth and racism, but- we gotta find something to connect wit'.
"I've seen a ton. Before Mom got sick again- we spent a weekend in New York and saw Beauty and the Beast and the Lion King. I've seen Phantom of the Opera and Les Miserables."
"Oh- I've wanted to take Hai to see the Lion King, but haven't gotten to yet."
"Oh you *so* should! It's really amazing. One of the best I've seen!"
"Well- maybe this summer, we could all go," I offer and I *hope* she doesn't freak.
"Maybe," she shrugs. OH GOOD!
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OH! THAT MEANS… that means they *want* me to meet her! I mean- that they wanna at least introduce us! AH! That's… oh my god- I let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding and then notice that each one of them did so as well.
Maybe this won't be so bad after all.
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.