Never 2 Far |An Eminem Fanfiction Unlike No Other|

|Just Me and You|

*1998

"And mama's messy, ain't she? We'll let her wash off in the water and me you can pway buy ourselves, can't we?" I finished the line. The dull lights in the recording studio going down. Everyone outside the glass was mixing with things and adding my voice to the beat. I moved so Hailie could moan into the microphone for her part. We shared the same stand.

I had been holding Hailie up in my arms, waiting for when time came saying something. She was so small, easy to keep up. I set her down carefully, hoping that she wouldn't run away or touch foreign things.

"How we doing?" I shouted to the people outside. Dre nodded as a reply. I slumped down in the hard plastic, chair. Hailie danced around in the studio once the beat came on overhead. I smiled as she paced around.

"Whatchu doin'?" I asked her warmly.

"Dancing." She said in probably the cutest way possible. I scooped her up once it turned off and she giggled as I did so. I was able to sit her in my lap as she settled down.

"When are we going home?" She asked me, those huge blue eyes staring into mine.

"Soon, baby. Soon." I answered, wanting to do the same myself.

Suddenly, Dre's voice poured from the overhead speakers, startling us. Hailie screamed and I tried to calm her down.

"Yo, Em. We've got everything in order over here. You can leave now, man." He said. I pushed open the heavy, gold door and held Hailie's little hand in mine.

"Thanks, man." I replied, as Dre nodded.

"Yo, you've got a cute little girl here. We've got to put her on a song soon." He said, and I nodded considering it. Nah, I'll probably give up on rap before that. It's not like I've been exactly rolling in success.

We walked out into the main office. Nice decor, nice walls, nice everything. I felt out of place. A few of the women secretaries cooed over Hailie but I kept going on. I pushed the last set of doors to outside. It was overcast and warm outside.

Kim and I were fighting, so going home wasn't an option. I'd blown my last check on gas, light and food bills. My life was going down in the toilet at the moment. Thank God I had Hailie to keep me from doing something I might regret. After my last two albums bombed, Dre found me and we were now recording my first, official album, it hasn't been all smooth. I just hoped this one didn't bomb along with the other ones.

I let Hailie in the backseat. Once I saw she was strapped, I got in the front and started up the old, shlitty vehicle. We drove down the familiar streets of Detroit as Hailie and I had a conversation. Well, as good of a conversation you can have with a three year old.

"Are we going to see mommy?" She asked sweetly.

"No baby, we can't. Mommy and I are fighting." I responded, keeping my eyes focused on the road

"Why?" She said, her hands half in her mouth.

"Because Mommy said some mean things to me. And I didn't want you to be there when she said them."

What she actually said was, "I hate you, you worthless fugging loser! Get the fug out of my house, NOW!" I'm used to hearing it, though. But for some reason, a few days later, I always found myself back with Kim.

I still loved her, still cared for her, still needed her. Even though she pushed me away and we got into some pretty nasty fights.

"Oh." She said, in the midst of sucking on her fingers. I smiled.

"It's just me and you, okay? No matter what happens, it'll just be me and you." I said, looking in the front mirror.

Hailie, mouth now devoid of fingers, giggled.

"I love you, Daddy." She said sweetly.

"I love you too, baby." I said with all my heart.

/Omg, terrible start but, it's going. I'm working hard as eff on this story. Dedications are to reignofshady who, once again, is the whole reason I'm even writing it. Stay tuned guys~alltimeshady\

|Originally updated 7/14/2015|