Mona Lisa (Eminem Fan Fiction)

Needing More

Marshall POV

"You're leaving?!" I asked forcefully when I burst in Ramona's room the next morning and noticed a lot of her belongings stacked up against the wall.

Ramona was sitting in her bed doodling and answered nonchalantly, "I don't have any plans at the moment, but eventually, yes."

"You think I'm letting you take the baby with you? When the fuck were you going to tell me?!"

Moe glared at me with hostility in her eyes, "I don't know Marshall! We don't talk much anymore! You've been ignoring me for a straight week since I... said what I said."

"Look Moe, I'm sorry! I got a new album coming out in four days now! I'm flying to New York later tonight!"

"Oh, I know, I know. You have a big album coming out. You'll be getting tons of attention from all the millions of beautiful women surrounding you. Ya know, this was fun while it lasted."

"Baby don't be that way! I can't help that I have a lot of female fans."

Rochelle started crying, Moe stomped past me, and I followed her down the hall to the nursery.

"Hey SweetPea, did we wake you up?" Ramona cooed as she scooped our daughter out of the crib then positioned herself in the rocking chair with Rochelle in her arms.

I knelt in front of Moe and our daughter, "Moe, please don't leave. You know I need you guys here."

"Yes Marshall," Her voice was soft this time when she spoke to me. "That's all you ever say. That you like having me here and we watch Sports Center together. I need more than that."

"I know. I understand." I stroked her cheek. "Just let me get this album out. I'm gonna do better baby."

Ramona POV

When we were at the video shoot the previous week, Marshall didn't pay me any mind when we got back to the hotel. I didn't even show up for the second day while he shot the scenes with Dr. Dre. I chose to stroll my baby around as we both enjoyed the weather in California instead. I don't take kindly to so many other women around my man, but I suppose it comes with the territory.

Marshall is so focused on dropping the new album, performances, and press. He has an important job and I'm not certain that I am going to measure up to all the other priorities in his life. Maybe it's pregnancy hormones, but I get so insecure being in this big house all alone while he's out living his awesome life doing...whatever he's doing. I can't allow myself to believe that Marshall really wants to be with me, and we're about to embark on this amazing journey together. That's too scary. The bottom is going to fall out at some point, so I might as well not wait around for it.

I also need some inspiration or something new in my life. Lately, all I do is care for my little baby and it's wonderful, but it also gets lonely. My existence has become routine and boring. Perhaps some time apart will do Marshall and myself some good and hopefully he can decide if his feelings for me are as genuine or deep as he wants me to believe. And I can decide if I have enough trust in my heart to allow a man who comes with fame into it. It seems like Marshall gives me a lot more attention when we're around his boys and essentially ignores me when we're alone at night. Like it's only for show to prove that he can be a family man.

We were both forced into this.

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Marshall was all packed up to be ready to be ready to leave later that night. He spent his last few hours before his trip to New York spending time with all four of his daughters while I spent the day sketching down in the theatre room.

I looked over the huge space and could only think about how plain it was. I was surrounded by drab white walls, an ordinary brown couch, and one plant in the corner of the room. This room was massive, but boring to look at, much like the other rooms in this gigantic house. Except for my baby girl's nursery. I had painted and decorated her room to perfection.

It felt so good to be doing something creative again and get my dizzy mind off my concerns. Before I knew it, I had sketched a forest of evergreens with fog setting in. Next, I sketched some rickety branches with tiny red cherry blossoms clinging to the boughs. I had so many new ideas forming in my head. I was in my zone until Marshall came downstairs with our fussy daughter in his arms.

"Here, I made the bottle already. The girls just left." He handed Rochelle to me, and I kissed her beautiful head as I fed her. "I'm only going to be gone for a week. I know it's freezing outside, so try to enjoy just sitting by the fire with the baby. I hate missing this time with her."

"I'll take good care of her Marshall. And we'll be right here when you get back."

"Promise?" Marshall stared down at me.

"Yes. I promise." I made sure hold eye contact with him. "I wouldn't make any rash decisions without talking to you about it first. We share a child together."

"Look. I know, um..." Marshall seemed like he was grasping for what to say, "I probably seem distant sometimes or like I'm neglecting you or whatever. It's not my intent to ignore you Moe. You deserve the best."

My eyes met his and I was speechless for a moment. Marshall isn't one for a lot of deep conversation. He saves that for his lyrics. I was however disappointed that he waited to address this until the hour before he was about to leave.

"You had all week to come talk to me Marshall. Why did you wait until the absolute last minute to try to start a conversation?" I rolled my eyes in frustration. "Just go on your trip Marshall. We'll sort it out when you get back."