Mona Lisa (Eminem Fan Fiction)

Ramona's Expecting

"You're pregnant?!"

Ramona nodded her head, "Six weeks."

"Yeah right! You're full of shit; it's just another one of your lies to get to my money!" I rose from the couch to scream at her, "You actually think I can believe one word you say?!"

She crossed her arms forcefully, "I don't give a fuck what you believe! You came knocking on my door, I didn't seek you out."

"And you're telling me it's mine?"

"Yeah." Ramona stood up to pace the room as she spoke. "I know you must think that I'm promiscuous with my lifestyle, but I'm really not."

"Six weeks. There's still time for you to terminate it."

She looked hurt, "Marshall, I'm twenty-nine years old. I'm not sixteen. And...I really want this baby." She whispered on the verge of tears.

"Oh, I see how it is. You can't get Logan money anymore, now you want Marshall money."

"I don't! I swear! I'll sign an NDA right now!"

I paused for a moment, not knowing what else there was to say, "So, what do you plan to do? Raise a kid in this dump?"

"Look, I'm not going to be a burden to you. I'll figure it out. I don't want your money; I'm gonna do this on my own. I promise not to interfere with your life. You can still make records and go on tour; you never have to hear from me again." Ramona started to breakdown again. "Why'd you even come here? I don't want to talk about this with you."

"You were never going to tell me?" I moved closer.

"No! I want you to go!"

My face collapsed at her desperate plea as I wrapped my arms around her for a moment, "Let's talk about this." I managed before she shoved me forcefully.

"Get out!!"

I stared blankly for a beat.

"Ok."

I walked slowly to the door and showed myself out to stand in Ramona's hallway listening to her wail before I made my way outside to my car.

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Ramona POV

I was taken by total surprise when Marshall showed up at my place out of nowhere. I never planned to tell him about the baby, but it seemed like the right thing to do. He deserved to know. I meant what I said though. I got myself into this situation and I planned on taking care of it all by myself. I was working a nine to five now, making my own money. Maybe someday I could upgrade to a bigger place and finish my degree. This may have been just the situation I need to inspire me to do better.

I just wish this sick feeling would go away. I was hoping that it would get better as time went by, but it just seemed to get worse. I felt dizzy and nauseous all the time. My fingers had swelled up like fat little sausages and my head was in constant pain. My stomach felt as though someone was scraping out my insides like seeds out of a Halloween pumpkin. I was trying my best to take care of myself, but at nighttime I usually just sat up by myself crying and wishing things could be different. I wanted a child, but I had imagined it to be with somebody I loved and who loved me back.

I didn't hear from Marshall anymore. Maybe the news of my pregnancy had scared him away. I had no idea how this would pan out. I wish I had someone here to hold me and tell me it was going to be ok. Instead, I stay cooped up in my cold, lonesome apartment in the dark scared out of my mind. I had to muster up some strength. I kept telling myself that I could do this but going through pregnancy alone was hard.

Marshall POV

I regained my good rapport with all my homies at the studio. They trusted me now. I'd show up usually early to work and was coming up with better rhyme schemes than I had in years. My new appearance was crisp, and my mind grew sharper with each passing day.

I couldn't stop thinking about Ramona and my child that was on the way. At least she said it's my kid. I couldn't really be sure. I had stayed late at the studio one night and Paul was hanging around.

"Hey Marshall!" Paul stood in the doorway of the studio as I was deep in thought. "I just listened to "3 A.M.", that shit is killer!"

"Yeah, thanks." I sat there motionless.

"The album doesn't need to be out until sometime next year, so we're in good shape. You got a lot of time still."

I slowly nodded, "Whatever Paul."

"What's wrong now?" Paul pulled up a seat. "It's not Kim drama again, is it?"

"Nah, nah. We've been co-parenting ok. She's with some new dude. I don't even talk to her unless it's about the kids."

"OK." Paul spoke slowly, waiting for an explanation.

I exhaled as I ran my hands over my head and blurted out, "I'm about to be a father again."

"What?! With whom?"

"Just some chick. I barely even know her."

"Nice going man." He said as he shook his head. "Are you sure it's yours?"

"I don't know, man. She says it is. And I definitely fucked her with no rubber."

"Awesome." Paul said with sarcasm. "Do you wanna get a paternity test done? It's better to find out as soon as possible. I can even spring it on her at her house. You know where she lives? I can get the results as soon as tomorrow."

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Ramona POV

I was feeling ill constantly. I had to come home from work early just because I couldn't stop throwing up. I collapsed on my couch and kept a bottle of soda by my side because the bubbles helped my belly. I was so cold, so I stumbled back to my bedroom to grab my best hoodie. Then after wearing it for ten minutes, I had to take it back off because I was sweating. Pregnancy is a bitch!

There's a fine line between fine wine and a fine whine from a supine swine doin time. I resign from this divine heart of mine, have no spine in the intertwined sunshine.

I smiled at my nonsense writing and threw my pen on the table.

There was a knock at my door which was strange because I never get any visitors.

"I'm coming!" I wrapped my blanket around my shoulders and slowly shuffled to the door. "Yes?"

A bald, stocky man stood on the other side of the door along with two ladies wearing scrubs.

I squinted in confusion, "Uh, may I help you?"

"Are you Ramona Rossi?" The huge man asked.

"Yes. That's me."

"My name is Paul Rosenberg. I'm Marshall Mathers manager."

I was shocked, "Come in." I indicated for them to follow me inside my apartment.

"I'll just cut to the chase Miss Rossi. Marshall communicated to me that you are expecting and insinuated that the child may be his."

"It IS his." I stressed.

"Great! Then I'm sure you won't mind giving us a blood sample, so we may test it with Marshall and officially establish that he is in fact the father."

"Sure. Whatever."

The nurse drew blood from my arm and told me it would be analyzed alongside Marshall's cheek cells. She said they would have the results within the next forty-eight hours, but that didn't matter to me. I knew for a fact my baby was 100% Marshall's.