Jordyn's P.O.V.
2003.
I stare in my future husband's ocean blue eyes, always as clear as ever, and I honestly can't believe we are actually doing this, but we are.
Everybody cries at weddings.
That's what they always say anyways.
That's what I've been hearing all my life. My mother told me before that she had cried the day she married my dad.
But I don't feel like crying right now though, I honestly don't.
Because I'm too happy right now.
And I also feel sort of silly.
Standing there in this white wedding dress.
Marshall in a tux.
Like, who are we trying to fool, this is not us, we are not fancy like that.
And yet, that's exactly how we chose to get married for whatever reason, and it feels right all the same, even if it's so silly to us.
As well as those wedding vows thing.
"Jordyn, I don't mean to sound like a corny motherfucker, but from the moment I had first laid eyes on you, I knew you was the one for me girl. It was just something about you. I knew you belonged to me, and... Oh fuck me man, I do about to sound corny as fuck, but I knew I belonged to you too. You was always the one. And now that I've got you, I ain't never fucking letting you go. I fucking love you so much, baby. You are my world, and all that other sensitive ass shit," Marshall says. He looks sort of embarrassed but happy as he reads his wedding vows from the crumpled up piece of paper in his hand, his glasses hanging from the tip of his nose.
"Marshall, back when we had first met, I honestly didn't even know I was capable of loving anybody. Just because I never did before. And that's why I had sabotaged us so much in the beginning of our relationship, I'll admit that. But like... Even back when I had tried to fight it, I always knew you were the one. Because you like... got to me, and as stubborn as you are, I never really stood a chance. Not that I would even want to. Because I love you so fucking much," I admit.
Okay, so these might not be your typical wedding vows maybe, I honestly don't know, I've never been to an actual wedding before, but like... this is what Marshall and I have both came up with apparently.
It might be a little awkward, but it's all us, and we truly love each other, and it's all that matters.
"Marshall, do you take Jordyn as your lawful wife?" The priest then asks Marshall who smirks at me.
"I do," he says, squinting his eyes at me.
"Jordyn, do you take Marshall as your lawful husband?"
"I do," I smile.
"By the power invested in me, I now pronounce you man and wife. You may now kiss the bride... but I see you two are doing that already, so yes, like I said, I now pronounce you Mr & Mrs Mathers," the priest them annijces as Marshall and I are already having a go at it just as he's just pointed out.
And the very small audience we have in front of us (we didn't invite a whole lot of people, just the ones that mattered to us) are all clapping and cheering us on. Proof's wife, Sharonda, is holding up our baby boy, Nathan DeShawn Mathers (yes, we ended up naming our son after both Marshall's little brother and Proof, the two men closest to my now husband) all erupt in applause.
Marshall and I smile and kiss each other.
2023
And while we both had said "I do" that day, neither of us has exactly realized just what we would have to tackle ahead of us.
Like Marshall's worsening drug addiction, Proof's death, both Marshall's and mine trust issues with each other, our music careers which both were becoming a mess at some point, then both of us struggling to revive it... Then so many other things and hurdles against us also. So many things more for us to overcome.
Neither one of us knew what exactly we would be facing when we had said I do, but then another thing we never took into consideration (or maybe we did but just never really thought on it yet) was the simple fact that no matter what we had gone through, we were destined to beat it and emerge from it together, and we are still going strong as a married couple in the current year 2023 right in this very moment right freaking now.
Because at the end of the day, we were always destined to end up together, from the moment we've first met, corny as it sounds, as Marshall would say.
Because at the end of the day, our love was always infinite, and it would forever remain this way.
Just like he and I remain together to this today.
Just today, we have celebrated our 20th year marriage anniversary, and we are still going strong.
"What you thinking about, Jo?" Marshall teases me, interrupting my thoughts as we lay cuddles in our huge bed in front of the TV, watching some junk on it.
"Nothing, boy," I mush him playfully in his head, nothing the beard he is now sporting.
I don't think I'll ever get used to that damn thing, to be honest, but at the end of the day, I love all parts of him, that beard included.
Infinite, you know?
"I love you, Jordyn," he smirks.
"I love you too, Marshall," I roll my eyes at him, even knowing damn well that what I say is true.
Infinite...
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Sorry if this last chapter was very much so brief and rushed, you guys, but tbh, I've had planned this book to end sort of this way from the beginning, only it probably was a bit longer, but tbh, I've forgotten exactly HOW it was supposed to go back when I was first thinking on it.
Anyways, I hate writing last chapters, I feel like they always suck, but at least I did give y'all a happy ending, Jordyn & Marshall are still happy together to this day, of this I assure y'all.
Anyways, tnx so much to whoever read this book to the end, tbh, I didn't even think any of you would like this book because it had started rather slow and dry in my opinion, and it had lacked the usual drama I provide in my books in the beginning, so I had thought y'all would get bored reading this, but no, y'all stuck to the end, like wow lol, and I appreciate y'all so much, y'all don't even know how much!! 😭😅😩🤣😱😢🥺😇🤪
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