Like Home (An Eminem Fan Fiction)

I Will

Thursday 22nd February 2018
Marshall's POV

I don't think I've ever been as nervous as I am in this moment, I'm minutes away from meeting my 15 year old daughter.

If you'd have told me this morning when I woke up that by the end of the day I'd have another kid, well I don't know what I'd have done.

I feel terrible that I haven't been there for her and now I might be adopting her, should she let me.

Shit, I haven't even stopped to think about how I'm going to tell my girls that I've adopted a sister that none of us knew about. Whitney's going to be so happy that she has a sibling only a few months younger than her.

I've got my headphones on and and I'm writing a new song for my surprise album later this year when I hear the door close behind me.

She's got her back turned to me but when she turns back around, she seems shocked to see me looking her way. I look her up and down and there's no doubt she's my kid, it's like looking in a mirror. I think she may even look more like me than Hailie does. I stand up but suddenly the fact I have another kid fully hits me so I stay where I am by the couch.

"Hey, you Jess? I'm Marshall, your dad I guess." I finally manage to speak.

"Uh ye-yeah that's me, hi." She stutters out. How can she even sound like me?

"You ok? You look like you've seen a ghost." I say as I make my way towards her.

"Just nervous, overwhelmed I guess." That makes two of us but ain't no way I'm admitting that I'm terrified to this kid.

Now that I'm walking towards her and I see her even better, the similarity's are even more obvious. Our eyes, our hair, our body language, it was all the same. She's got her mom's ears, not my huge ones and this mix of both our noses.

After I finish my observation I see tears begin to fall down her face. I hate seeing my kids crying, even if I don't know them.

I feel myself suddenly switch into 'dad mode' and I wrap my arms around her and almost as if we've known eachother forever, hers wrap around me too.

"You're ok." I whisper softly to her. "I got you."

After a short while, I release her and go to take my spot back on the couch. She follows and sits on the couch opposite me.

"I'm sorry." I say after a minute or two. I can feel the guilt consuming me, I left her. I did the one thing I swore I'd never do and I left one of my kids. Sure, I never knew I had but I left.

"For what? I thought you didn't know about me."

"I didn't but it doesn't stop me from feeling guilty." More guilty than I thought was physically possible.

"I don't mean this in a rude way but how do you have a kid and not even know about them?" I have to chuckle at that. That's a question it seems the both of us want to know the answer to.

"I don't even know. Man, I was messed up back then. I mean if I'd have known, I'd have stayed but I was that messed up that I didn't know." I pause for a second and take a sip of water before carrying on.

"My divorce was finalised in December 2001 and I was going through a real tough time. I was in a custody battle with my ex for my daughter, I'd just adopted my niece and at the time I thought my ex was also pregnant with my kid. But a couple weeks after that I found out the baby wasn't mine and decided I needed to get some sort of revenge on her, if she was going to fight me to see my daughter and play me into thinking she was having my kid, I thought I needed to make her suffer too. So I decided I'd do that by moving on fast which is where your mom comes into it. I used your mom, I'll admit that."