Intoxicated || An Eminem Fanfiction

Chapter 64

Leila's POV

The soft glow from the streetlights outside the window spilled into the room, casting faint shadows on the walls. It was one of those rare nights when the city felt still, like the world had decided to give us a moment of peace. The cool breeze drifted in from the open balcony door, carrying the distant hum of life below, but tonight, it didn't feel like the world was watching us.

Marshall sat on the edge of the bed, peeling off his shirt in that lazy, unhurried way he always did, like he had all the time in the world. I leaned back against the pillows, watching the way his back muscles flexed with every movement. He had this ability to make even the simplest things look like an art form.

He caught me staring in the reflection of the mirror, raising an eyebrow with a smirk. "What? You forget what I look like or somethin'?"

I tilted my head, biting back a grin. "Just admiring the view. Don't get too cocky."

He turned, a teasing glint in his eyes as he crawled onto the bed, leaning over me. "Too late for that. Should've thought about that before you suggested we run off to Vegas and tie the knot."

I let out a laugh, shaking my head. "I suggested it because we were already there for your work. Don't try to act like you didn't jump at the idea."

He chuckled, brushing a strand of hair from my face. "Nah, I remember you sayin', 'Let's just do it,' and next thing I knew, we were standin' in front of Elvis."

I rolled my eyes, playfully pushing him back. "You were ready for it, don't pretend otherwise. You didn't hesitate for a second."

"Ready? Hell yeah, I was ready." He leaned in closer, his lips brushing my ear as he whispered, "But you're the one who made it happen. Couldn't wait to make me yours, huh?"

His breath against my skin sent a shiver down my spine, and I couldn't help the smirk tugging at my lips. "Can you blame me? I had to lock you down before you changed your mind."

Marshall laughed, his voice a low rumble that filled the room, his arms sliding around my waist. "Changed my mind? Girl, please. You really think I'd let you walk away after all this?"

I raised an eyebrow, teasing. "You never know. I could've run off and married someone else."

His grip tightened playfully, his voice dropping into that serious tone he used when he was messing around. "Ain't no way. You're stuck with me now, Mrs. Mathers."

I couldn't help but smile, shaking my head as I leaned into him. "Yeah, yeah. You've got me."

He kissed the top of my head, his hand moving slowly up and down my back as we settled into the moment. For once, there was no rush, no tension. Just us.

"You know, now that we've got this whole marriage thing down," Marshall said after a while, his voice light, like he was setting me up for something, "I've been thinkin'..."

I turned my head, narrowing my eyes. "What are you thinkin'?"

"Maybe it's time for the next step," he said, his grin widening.

I raised an eyebrow, suspicion creeping in. "Next step? What exactly are we talkin' about here?"

He shrugged, that mischievous glint still in his eyes. "You know, a baby. Little mini-us runnin' around, stirrin' up trouble."

I blinked, caught off-guard for a second, then broke into a laugh. "A baby? Seriously? You're pushin' fifty, Marshall, and you already got three grown daughters! You really want a newborn in the mix?"

He grinned, not missing a beat. "That's why I need a mini-me to do all the runnin' around. Besides, I've still got it. Think of the chaos we'd stir up."

I gave him a look, my voice dripping with sarcasm. "Yeah, because dealing with your stubborn ass ain't enough chaos for one lifetime."

He laughed, that deep sound rumbling from his chest. "Hell, you keep up just fine. Admit it—be kinda funny, right? Watchin' you chase around a mini-you?"

I scoffed, shaking my head. "Marshall, we can barely handle us. And now you wanna add diapers and sleepless nights into the mix?"

He smirked, leaning in closer, his eyes dancing with mischief. "Nah, I'm just sayin'—we'd make a cute kid, don't ya think? A little us? That's next-level madness."

"Madness is right," I teased, running my fingers through his hair. "You're damn near retired from diapers, and you wanna jump back into it?"

He chuckled, pulling me closer. "Nah, you're right. I did my time. Hailie's all grown, and the rest of 'em are too, but I'm just sayin'—it's fun to think about."

I laughed softly, shaking my head. "You're insane. It's bad enough you're already trying to trap me."

"Oh, I already did that, babe," he said with a wink, his lips brushing against mine. "But if I wanted to really trap you, all I'd need is a baby. You'd be stuck with me forever."

I raised an eyebrow at him, fighting the grin. "Oh, so that's your master plan? Trap me with a baby so I can't escape?"

"Damn right," he said, his grin widening. "Once you're locked in with my kid, you're stuck with me for life."

I rolled my eyes, biting my lip to hold back a smile. "You're ridiculous."

"And you love it," he teased, kissing me again, this time slower.

I smiled against his lips, feeling that warmth bloom in my chest. There was something about the way he was looking at me, like the rest of the world didn't matter. It was moments like this, when everything else faded away, that reminded me why I loved him.

"You really serious about this?" I asked, my voice softer now, but with a teasing edge.

Marshall shrugged again, his grin still mischievous. "I mean, I ain't tryin' to change diapers at fifty, but the idea of a lil' us? Not the worst thought."

I snorted, shaking my head. "We can barely handle each other. A baby? That's a whole other level of crazy."

"True," he said with a chuckle. "But the idea of you chasin' around a mini-you? Now that's a sight I'd pay to see."

I laughed, swatting at him. "Not happening. I like my sanity too much."

He grinned, pulling me closer. "Fine. No babies. But you gotta admit, we'd make cute ones."

I smiled back, feeling the warmth of his words wrap around me. As ridiculous as it all was, there was something comforting about the way he could joke about things like this. It made everything feel less heavy—like no matter what, we'd always find a way to laugh through it.

"Yeah, yeah," I murmured, running my fingers through his hair. "But let's focus on us, okay? We're enough."

He kissed me softly, his hand sliding up my back. "You got it. Just us. No diapers, no toddlers—just our kind of crazy."

I kissed him back, letting myself sink into the warmth of him. "Sounds perfect."

And just like that, everything else disappeared. The world outside, the chaos, the pressure—it all faded away, leaving just us. We weren't perfect, and we weren't easy, but we loved each other in a way that made everything else feel worth it. In moments like this, when the rest of the world fell away, it felt like we could handle anything.

As we lay there, tangled in each other, I couldn't help but think that maybe, just maybe, our kind of chaos wasn't so bad after all.