Through The Storm (Eminem Fan Fiction)

We Cry Together

Valentina POV

I didn't understand why having a child together was such a huge request for Marshall. I thought that he loved me. Having a baby of our own felt like we would be celebrating our love, but he didn't see it that way at all. The emotion from it since I asked him that night made me numb. I had cried until my head ached. He would come to bed once he knew I was already asleep. Or so he thought.

"Marshall," After three days of ignoring each other, I nudged him in the middle of the night. "Marshall, can we talk?"

"Babe, you wanna talk now? It's past one thirty." He said through an annoyed tone when he grabbed his phone from the pillow to check the time.

"I'm sorry, just, I thought you would have come to me by now. This isn't a good way to start off an engagement."

He jumped from the bed to turn on the light and we both squinted in blindness for a moment.

"Our engagement was fine! It was beautiful!" He stood there staring at me with his eye twitching. "You were the one who had to bring up this bullshit about having another kid."

"I just thought it was the next step. You said you never wanted to get married again and you changed your mind about that." I shrugged.

"This is different Val. I'm sorry, this is where I draw the line. My girls are almost all grown, I'm in my forties. That's too fucking old. And plus, I travel way too much to have another one."

"I know, and I'm already in my thirties. That's why," I paused, "I thought we would start trying really soon."

When the words left my mouth Marshall scoffed at me and I felt so small.

"So," I felt myself breaking down, "There's no way you would even consider it?"

Marshall stayed quiet for a few seconds shaking his head, "I don't think so Val."

I pressed my lips together hard as to not let the emotion out of my mouth making my eyes tear even harder.

"I didn't think you would take it this hard." Marshall went to put his arm around me, and I ducked it. "Seriously? You're that pissed that we're not having another kid?"

When he said it that way, out loud, I couldn't hold back anymore. I put my hand over my mouth trying to hold in the sobs.

"Val, c'mon..." He went in to kiss my head.

"Get away from me!" I pushed him out of my space.

Marshall's eyes got wide, and I became frightened that he was going to hurt me. He stood up in front of me sitting on the edge of the bed and I felt intimidated with his frame towering over me.

"I gave my all to you Val!" He raised his voice as I cowered with tears running down my face. His voice cracked too through the screaming, "We were happy! Why the fuck would you do this to me?! Things couldn't have been any better!"

"Ssshh...! You're going to wake the kids up!" I whisper yelled.

"If we had a baby, they'd be woken up every single fucking night! With all the crying, shitting, snotting." He counted on his fingers. "I'm not doing that Val."

We looked at each other in sad defeat.

"Val, I've already given you a house, a car, you don't have to work. What more do you want from me?"

He had never said such thoughtless things to me in all our relationship. I was now questioning everything.

"I never asked for any of those things Marshall." I had stopped crying, but my nose was still sniffly. I rose from the bed to grab a tissue and stood before my fiancé. "I'm not asking for anything from you Marshall. I wanted us to do this together. I thought you might be excited to have a child with me, but I guess I was wrong."

He took my hand loosely and shook it, "I don't know what to tell you baby. I'm not."

I nodded my head and teared up again in the realization that this was never going to happen. I expected him to at least try to consider it for me, but he was cold.

"I think, you should hang on to this for a while." I slid the ring off my finger.

Marshall POV

I slept on the couch for the rest of the night or at least I tried to. My eyes kept tearing up as I tried so hard to hold it in. I knew Val was doing the same thing upstairs. We'd been together for almost a year now, and we'd never had a fight like that. I got up around five and made it to the studio by six. I never leave for work so early, but I needed to get out of the house. I couldn't face her.

My head hurt from the anxiety and my stomach was all out of whack. I hadn't been eating right, no sleep. My body ached from the stress of it all.

I hadn't been this depressed in a long time. It was good though because it made my lyrics fucking fire. I got so much done in those two hours until Porter came in.

"Yo, what's up?" He dapped me over the soundboard. "You're here early."

"Yeah." I gave him a knowing glance.

"I take it that means there's still trouble on the home front. Ya'll still fighting?"

"Man, things aren't going good at all. Val and I had a big-ass fight. We was up hollering almost all night long. She gave the ring back."

"Holy shit! So ya'll broken up?"

"Nah, but I guess we're not engaged anymore. I should've known it was too good to be true."

"Marshall, I don't understand. Why don't you just..."

"What? Have a kid? Why the fuck would I do that?" I half-laughed at the absurdity.

"Because you like kids, and you love Val. I think the solution is obvious."

I cracked my second Red Bull of the day, "Kids aren't part of the plan dawg."

"Val wasn't part of the plan either and you too were happy as shit before this happened. Maybe your plans need to change."

My phone dinged and I looked down to a text from Val.

Val: I'm out front

I got up to go see what she wanted; I hoped she didn't want to fight anymore because I was exhausted. I wished so bad that we could just go back to being in love every day.

When I turned the corner Valentina was standing in the lobby waiting for me. She looked hot as ever in tight jeans with brown boots that went to the knee, a long orange shirt with a scarf to accent it, and the Louie bag that Nate and Ash got her. I wanted to hold her so bad.

"Hey, babe. I don't wanna fight." I put my arms around her and drew her into me for our first embrace in four days now. I rubbed her back, cherishing this moment between us to feel her petite body against mine again. I imagined just for a moment what it would be like to have a pregnant belly between us.

"No, I don't want to either." She was still distant when she drew away from me. "I have more important things going on."

She pissed me off with that remark. So now I wasn't even important to her anymore? This woman confuses the fuck out of me.

"So, if you got better things to do, don't let me hold you up." I fixed my eyes on her with an attitude.

"I just dropped the girls at school. I'm headed to Florida."

I stood there speechless with an overwhelming fear she was leaving me for good.

"My father died."