Meeting Marshall Mathers: The Later Years

Home sweet home

I could not stop chuckling away to myself at being welcomed home to the scene of Marshall's little mishap whilst I took myself for a walk around the house to relish in the fact of being back home.
On the flight back, I was emotionally broken, but as soon as the jets tires had touched the Detroit tarmac on the runway I'd smiled with such relief, and peace with the notion of being a car journey away from being back in my husbands arms.

I ended my little walk by stopping off at the kitchen, texting my dad to let him know that I was home and safe. I hated the fact of knowing he was now rattling around in that big house all alone, but I knew that he needed space and peace away from the world, lord knows I needed it.

"You hungry?" I heard Marshall's voice before watching him merge into the kitchen, freshly showered and dressed in a new set of comfy clothes,

"Not really. Tired, if anything" I took myself to the coffee machine for a much needed caffeine fix,

"I uh..." he couldn't speak through smiling, which made me blush. It was written all over his face how pleased he was to see me,

"What?" I grinned bashfully,

"I'm.. fuckin' elated that you're home" I opened my arms to welcome him in for another tight squeeze,
"I'ma be stuck to you like a fly on shit"

"Now that's poetry in words" I chuckled into a loving smooch,
"Would you like one?" I gestured towards the coffee,

"I'm good. I'm thinking we should call in the chef tonight, for dinner"

"Mm yeah, I'd love that" I eagerly watched my drink being whipped up,

"Aight, I'll make the call" he reached for his phone,

"You don't have to do it right now.." I took his phone from his hand and slid it back into his pocket,
"I want your undivided attention" having his eyes plastered on me felt as intoxicating as ever, 19 years on and I was still absolutely obsessed with my husband,

"Oh I can give you that" he smirked as he picked me up, sitting me on the countertop as he stood between my thighs,

"You're aging like a fine, fine wine Mr. Mathers" I smiled with lust filled eyes as I removed his hat to stroke through his soft hair,
"But this needs a chop, this is getting long"

"Yea well I was thinkin' of maybe goin' for a slick back kinda thing?"

"You're not serious.." I chuckled,

"What, ain't it on trend?"

"Since when have you bothered with hair trends?"

"Never, but since I'm getting older I'm thinkin' it'll knock a couple of years off?"

"No Elvis, I don't think so" we laughed a little,
"Sooo..."

"So?"

"What's been going on? Fill me in"

"I'll happily fill you in.." we laughed as he playfully thrusted against me,

"Marshall.." I rolled my eyes,

"There ain't much to tell"

"You're 'ain't much' and my 'ain't much' are very different, so spill"

"I'm serious, there ain't shit I can say"

"Well.. that's a lie" I puzzled,

"What?"

"I saw the article, online"

"What article?"

"About the intruder, getting sentenced, that's huge!"