Through The Storm (Eminem Fan Fiction)

Superwoman

Val POV

It was a freezing January morning when I walked my huge pregnant body around for over three miles down to the end of our driveway and back. Twice. The sky was one gigantic gray foggy cloud, and it was supposed to snow later that evening. It seemed to blizzard every other day here in Detroit. I could see the steam of my hot breath as I picked up the pace to make it back into the cozy house. I never pictured still being pregnant four days after my due date. I had gone a week early with both of my daughters.

While the girls were in school and Marshall was at the studio, I sipped raspberry tea in front of the fire and practiced my pregnancy yoga routine once more. I was determined to get this little boy out of me. It was still important for Marshall to be at work each day before the baby is born to rehearse because he would be going over to tour Australia in about a month. It sucked, but we talked about it, and he would only be gone for a week. We decided that the girls and I would visit home in Florida while he was away working and introduce our new little man to my family.

I took a shower then rubbed cocoa butter all over my body as the cold weather left my skin dry and ashy. I couldn't even breathe properly; I needed this kid to come out asap.

When three 'o'clock rolled around, I went to get the girls from school and had a pinching, tight pain shoot through my stomach as I was stopped at a red light. I didn't want to alarm them, they were just kids, but I texted Marshall to ask if he could come home early. I drove a good ten minutes more without any more discomfort, so I went through Taco Bell and got two of the variety party packs because Marshall's daughters were to be coming over that night. I felt silly texting Marshall to come home early, but he was waiting for us in the driveway when we arrived at the house.

I had to tell him that I felt fine and had only panicked with a contraction, even though I instinctually knew the time was drawing near. All three of Marshall's daughters joined us for dinner, but only Hailie was going to spend the night. She said it was to hang out with me the next day because the baby could be born at any moment, and somebody should be there with me. After we finished our yummy tacos, Marshall told me to go get jammies on and get comfortable, so I made my way down to the den to get cozy in front of the fireplace.

I tried to write for a bit but couldn't keep concentration as my belly felt tighter and began hurting. I stared into the flames of the fire for a while until I felt my muscles tense up for a few seconds, then release. I didn't act on it yet as it wasn't all that severe. It was when it happened once again that I was starting to become convinced I had started labor earlier that day. It was time!

I gripped the banister between my fingers with all my might as I slowly, carefully made my way upstairs to find Hailie and Marshall in the kitchen.

I held my painful lower belly and started becoming a bit terrified, "Guys, I think it's time." The words had no more escaped my mouth when I felt a burst of wetness running down my legs. "My water just broke!"

"Val, c'mere, have a seat." My husband rushed to my side and cautiously helped me sit on a stool at the counter, "Are you in a lot of pain baby?"

"Just a little bit." I winced, "I'm sorry I haven't said anything, but I've been having mini contractions all day."

"Hailie call the midwife. She's in my phone as Midwife Lela." He urgently ordered his daughter as he handed his phone over. She kept quiet as she dialed.

"OOoooo..." I let out a loud, lingering moan as another painful contraction shot through my body.

"It's ok baby, no need to panic."

I calmly whispered when it came down, "No Marshall, I'm not panicking. But I need you to start getting the birthing tub setup."

"Right. Of course. The birthing tub. I gotchu." He hurried downstairs.