Mona Lisa (Eminem Fan Fiction)

Still Too Soon

Ramona POV

"Every time we come to see her; she's always sleeping." Whitney sat back on her heels staring at Rochelle in the baby swing.

I draped a fuzzy blanket over Rochelle's tiny frame, "Well, she is very awake at 3AM, l promise you that."

"3AM! That's the name of one of Dad's new songs!" Hailie announced giggling.

"Yeah. I've heard it." I smiled. "It's kinda gruesome. He invited me to the video shoot though."

Alaina followed me into the kitchen, "You gonna go?"

I shook my head, "I don't think so. I need to be here to take care of Rochelle; she's still so little. Besides, it's not really my thing."

"Right. He said he's going to be, like, sitting in a bathtub full of blood or something."

"Not my thing." I laughed.

"Where's Uncle now?" Laney asked.

"I'm not sure. He took the first week off to be with the baby, but he's been at the studio or some video shoot every day since. I miss him."

"Hmph," Hailie joined us at the kitchen island. "Wait until he goes on tour. He'll be a million miles away."

Marshall POV

It leaked that I was putting out a new album in a few months and there were always groupies and hoes hanging out around the studio lately. I was so busy and focused though, I didn't pay em no mind like I used to. I had something way better at home.

I got up every morning around six thirty to check on Moe and Rochelle, ran a couple miles on the treadmill (probably too many), and make it to the studio to finish up the album. Ideas were bursting from my head all the time. I had so much new material which made it difficult to decide what to put on an album. I was low-key intimidated. I hadn't performed live in four years now and when I had I was all fucked up. I wasn't sure how my fans were going to react to sober Em.

"Ok Marshall, so they want you to induct Run DMC into the Rock Hall of Fame in April." Paul placed a contract in front of me.

"That'd be dope. Is that nearby?"

"Yeah, it's in Cincinnati. We'll fly down for the night. Then, we thought it would be kinda cool if you would do an appearance on 106 & Park when the album comes out. You made such an ass of yourself the last time you should go save face."

I shrugged, "I don't even know what you're talking about. I don't remember that at all."

"Yeah, well the fans remember." Paul shot me a look.

"Hey, this shit is for them! I got sober for the fans." I told him sincerely. "And also, for others."

I knew that Paul still didn't like my relationship with Ramona one bit. He about lost his shit when he found out she was living with me. Paul had been staying in New York at that time and just had a baby with his wife Allison. He didn't have time to worry about everything I was up to since I got sober.

"Is that girl still there?" Paul rolled his eyes as he asked.

I laughed at him, "Paul, stop calling her "that girl". Her name's Ramona and she's the mother of my child. We're together now."

"And you're not worried she's going to steal from you or make up some crazy false allegation to try to get a settlement out of you or something? Who knows what she's capable of!"

"Get the fuck outta here!" I laughed again. "Moe's changed. She's sweet and kind. She's a great mother too."

"What?! Marshall..."

"Paul, I've spent the last couple months with this chick. She's dope. You gotta trust me on this. I have my eyes open now."

Paul left shortly after our conversation, and I don't know if I had convinced him or not, but I didn't care. This is my personal life, nobody else's. I like to do what feels good in the moment and right now it was with Ramona and our baby.

~~

When I got home that night, Moe was cooking and had Rochelle lying in her bassinet just a few feet away. I crept across the floor to quietly peak in as to not disturb her.

"You're awake. Oh, there's my baby girl." My voice cooed as I lifted her out of the bassinet then leaned over to kiss Moe's lips. "Hey baby. Watchu cooking here?"

"Tacos!"

"Sounds amazing! I'm starving." I sat down with Rochelle in my arms and repeatedly kissed her cheek.

"The girls were by today. They want to know when they can babysit Rochelle." Moe set a Red Bull in front of me.

"It's whenever you're comfortable baby. In another few weeks maybe. I know they'll take excellent care of this little one." I rubbed my cheek against Rochelle's soft, delicate head.

When Moe loaded me up with two tacos and rice, I was pleasantly surprised at what a good cook she was. It was just tacos, but it was bangin.

The baby started getting cranky towards the end of our meal and Moe got up from her place to make a bottle.

"I'll take care of her baby. You relax for a while."

Moe smiled when I took the bottle from her and carried our now screaming baby upstairs. I first changed her diaper, then settled myself in the rocking chair of Rochelle's nursery with my daughter cuddled in my arms. I hummed a little lullaby as I rocked her, lulling her to sleep. It's moments like these when I'm so glad I'm sober. I didn't want to miss the satisfying contentment of rocking my child to sleep in my arms. The emotion was indescribable.

I rocked my sleeping baby for a good ten minutes before gently pressing my lips to her small forehead and placing her in the crib. I left the door open a crack and found my way back to the kitchen where Moe was cleaning up.

"She's sleeping soundly." I said lightly in Moe's ear and wrapped my arms around her from behind. "I told you to take it easy baby."

"I am." Ramona turned around in my arms.

I kissed her, slow at first, but then more hungry and more desperate as my hands began to forcefully wander. I kissed Moe's neck and started to make my way down to her cleavage when she grasped my hands in hers.

"Marshall, don't." Moe put her head down.  "It's still too soon."