Savage Love || An Eminem Fanfiction

Chapter 100

Blair POV

"Stop pacing" Marshall groans at me.

"I can't help it"

Marshall frowns at me grabbing my hand and pulling me down in the seat next to him "You're making me nervous just sit down"

"I'm making you nervous?" I snort "We're a week away from getting married and now we're sitting in a doctors office preparing to farm my eggs"

"Uh, you mean harvest your eggs baby"

"Nope, pretty sure it's farming, like a big ol' human chicken"

Marshall face palms himself and I glare at him.

"Not the same thing baby, look-"

Marshall rolls his eyes and we're interrupted by the door opening and a well dressed Dr walking in.

"Mr Mathers, Miss Daniels, it's good to see you both again"

"Hi" we both said as he shook out hands.

"So, I have noticed in the notes that you've chosen your surrogate and she is currently having the check-ups and appropriate tests in preparation"

I nod "Yes, I understand that today's appointment is more focused on the harvesting?"

"Yes, of course!" The doctor hums as she opens the folder in front of her "As you know you two have opted for gestational surrogacy, in which we create an embryo through in vitro fertilization using your own egg and Marshall's sperm, making you the direct biological parents"

My face was hurting from the smile that was plastered across it as Marshall asked a few questions regarding his side of the process, the excitement pumping through my body making me feel jittery.

"And it's safe, right? The harvesting?" Marshall asked as I came back down to earth.

"Oh absolutely" The Docter said smiling at him "First Blair must take fertility medication to put her ovaries into hyper-drive, so that multiple eggs can be harvested at once, once the eggs are ready, I will then trigger ovulation and final maturation with the hormone hCG, and then I will perform the retrieval surgery, the amount we like to aim for is 8 to 12 eggs, which we then send of to the laboratory for the in vitro process"

I feel Marshall's hand on my thigh, stopping my involuntary nervous leg bounce.

"You all good?"

"Yes, I'm just nervous" I said smiling at him.

"Don't worry Miss Daniels, this is a nervous and exciting time for you both, everything will go smoothly, I assure you, well begin when you're back from your honeymoon, and then 11 months from now, you'll be holding your own baby in your arms" Dr Farrow smiled a kind warm smile at me as we all stood, shaking hands again, handing us a folder full of documents and information before excusing herself and leaving the office.

I turned to Marshall and launched at him wrapping my head around his body as I felt his arms gently grab on to me, laughing his contagious laugh.

I felt like I would self combust I was so happy.

"This is so surreal still" I mumbled into the side of his neck "Can you believe it?"

"That I'm about to make a hoe into a housewife? Absolutely yes"

I tutted at him lifting my head and giving him a playful eye roll just in time to catch his eyes sparkle.

"Yeah, you bet I can believe it, baby"

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I watched as Marshall pulled Abby, who was dressed in a hooded jumper, sweats and matching Nikes, around the back yard in a little red wagon as she giggled in delight as he chatted away to her.

This man was too much sometimes.

One of my favourite things is watching him dote on Abby.

Marshall in father mode hit different and I knew any other woman that worshipped him as much as I do understood how dangerous it was.

And he would be the father of our own child soon.

My heart skipped a beat and my stomach flipped at the very thought.

It's funny that this 5'8 man with anger issues a mouth that would make the queen mother blush was the cutest man around a toddler, he was a completely different person.

His playful inner child really came out around children and it was a sight to behold.

The patience he possessed was just different, so gentleman carefree.

"Blair?"

"Hmmm?"

"What you thinking about?"

I look up to see Marshall now standing in front of me, Abby sitting comfortably in his arms, looking at me expectantly.

"I was thinking about the dresses I had bought for her for the wedding, do you mind coming and helping me try them on her?"

Marshall nods holding his hand out to help me up out of the chair and I follow him inside into the nursery we have set up for Abby.

She protests as I take her from Marshall's arms and sit her on the changing table and he starts to pull faces at her to distract her as I start to undress her.

"You're gonna make such a beautiful flower girl right little boo" He coos at her as she giggles "And make sure you stop out anyone that disrespects your future cousin, we don't tolerate disrespect on the Mathers name huh baby girl"

"Marshall you can't encourage a toddler to be violent"

"I'm not" He says, poking and ticking Abby "I'm just making her aware of her future responsibilities "

"Oh is that what that is" I snort.

He nods and looks up at me amused "And I know damn well they won't be learning that violence from me, I don't run around throwing hands at everyone"

"Not anymore"

"Thank god for that" Marshall sighed turning his attention back to Abby grinning "Aunty Blair gonna kick all those kids assets that make you cry don't you worry, she's the queen of catch these hands"

"Don't tell her that"

"She's a toddler, she doesn't understand, relax" He laughs as I look at Abbys in her dress.

"Are you excited about the wedding?"

"Yeah, of course, why would you ask that?"

I shrug undressing her and putting her next dress on "I don't know, I guess I'm just stressed, it's taken forever to plan, just worried somethings going to go wrong"

Marshall sighs "it's going to be perfect, trust me, you're worrying too much about everything, the wedding, the baby, just please, try to not focus on the what id ok?"

"This is it, this is the dress" I said kissing Abby on the nose before changing her back into her sweats.

"See, everything's falling into place" Marshall said taking Abby and placing her in her crib before grabbing my hand and leading me out of the room, back into our own bedroom.