Through The Storm (Eminem Fan Fiction)

Just a Dream

Marshall POV

"My father died."

I stood there stunned for a moment then managed, "I'm sorry baby."

"Yeah. And I don't even know how I feel about it." Val let out a deep sigh.

She seemed tired, her eyes looked as though she was in a faraway place and not with the man she loves.

"Well," I put my arm up to rub my aching neck, "I really want to come with you."

"This is what I was thinking, I was going to fly out right now, today, the funeral is on Friday."

"You're going to his funeral?"

"I don't know." She looked at me with sad eyes that carried the weight of the world. "But at least if I decide to, I'll be there in town. I don't want the girls to miss school over this, it's not like they even knew him."

I couldn't stand to see her in so much pain. It was eating me alive.

"Give me the next two days to go to my hometown Marshall.  I need get some space. I have a lot to think about."

"Val, don't leave me." I reached out to take her hand.

"Marshall," Valentina finally put her arms around my neck, and she smelled so good, "You and the girls can fly in on Friday night after all the emotional business is done and we'll spend some time together by the beach as a family. We'll pick up where we left off."

Valentina gave me a long lingering kiss, and then she was gone.

~~

"You really gonna let her go man?" Royce asked as I walked back down the hall to the studio.

"Jesus Christ dawg, were you eavesdropping the entire time?"

"Not the entire time, but I heard enough."

I stopped in my tracks and kept my voice low, "Her father died; she's going home to the funeral."

"Oh shit, my bad. I wasn't there for that part. Is she ok?"

"I don't know man. They didn't really get along." I scoffed, "It's more than just that though."

"I heard the part where she said she needs space and has a lot to think about. Ya'll fighting?"

That stung when he repeated what she told me.

"Yes! Yes, I'm the fuckup!" I jetted off and slammed the door to my office.

I should have known better than to think I could ever win at love. Val didn't have the same feelings for me as she once did. I could go chase her right now and she would just push me away from fear of me hurting her more. I felt her energy out there in the lobby. She was cold. Valentina came to see me out of obligation to inform me of what's going on, not because she was distraught and needed her sweet, loving fiancé to hold her and help her through it. Or boyfriend, or whatever the fuck I am to her.

I laid my head back and reminisced about the time we did it right there on my desk. There was a storm outside that night and Val was wearing a black lacy bra with matching thong and she was so fucking beautiful. Her face looked different from her makeover, still dope as hell though. Her eyes were dark and smoky, and I could get lost in them. I told her I loved her, she told me the same. We laid together on the couch afterward under a blanket kissing and cuddling and listening to the storm. Getting to know each other better with each touch.

I went over to the couch to collapse as I held the thick blue blanket in my hands and cried like a baby. I couldn't help it. We were so happy that night and so in love. I knew what I felt for Val was real. I couldn't lose her now.

Valentina POV

Paul rented out the same beach house that we had stayed in before when I visited home. It was like a mansion, and it was a little eerie being there all alone. Memories echoed all around me. I put my things away in a different bedroom than last time. I couldn't sleep in that same room for the fear of missing Marshall too much.

I looked at the time on my phone, Sierra was going to stay there with me that night. She was such a great friend to drop everything to be with me at a time of need. I was struggling with emotions over my father's death, but I was also worried sick about my relationship. I texted Marshall "I love you" and put my phone back in my pocket.

M: I love you too sweetheart

Don't forget how much I love you!!!!

~~

"I love coming to this place. It's amazing!" Sierra hurried in through the drizzling rain with a purple hoodie covering her head as I held the door open for her. "I'm so sorry Val."

We hugged in the foyer for a time and then settled onto a sunroom at the other side of the house.

"How are you doing? I'm sure you have so many emotions running through your head." Sierra poured two glasses of wine from the bottle she carried in with her.

"Confused. Angry. I'm angry my father left it on a bad note, I'm angry he couldn't suck up his pride or whatever." I put my slipper-covered feet up on the coffee table and crossed my arms, "I'm also kind of relieved that it's over. Is that wrong?"

"You're entitled to feel whatever you're feeling." She patted my knee. "Let's talk about something happy, let's see the ring!"

Sisi was trying to get a look at my left hand.

"Oh, I'm not wearing it." Our eyes met and it was obvious that it was a sore subject. "I told Marshall I think we should have another child."

"Holy shit!" She stared at me wide-eyed. "I take it he doesn't agree?"

I shook my head, "No. And not only that, but we haven't really talked all this week since I brought it up. All we've done is fight. We haven't been intimate in over a week, that never happens."

"So, you gave the ring back just cuz he don't want a kid?" She sipped her wine.

"He freaked out on me about it; it was scary. He had no consideration for my feelings whatsoever."

"Maybe he just needs to think about it. Men are like that; how do you think I got Pedro to agree to a fourth kid?"

We both laughed; Sierra always had a way of lightening the mood.

"I don't think so. Marshall was adamant on no more children. And, I've been thinking about having another baby a lot. Daydreaming all day about Marshall and I having a child together," I turned my head so she couldn't see my eyes, "and how special that would be. My biological clock is ticking. I just thought this would be the perfect time."

"You can't compromise on this and get a puppy?"

I gave a small smile, "No, I don't want a puppy. I love both of my daughters, but neither of their births were planned. I want to try for a baby with the man I love and go through the process together. It would be beautiful, but Marshall doesn't want to hear it. And to be honest, I thought he loved me more than that."