Savage Love || An Eminem Fanfiction

Chaoter 127

Blair's POV

The room was suffocating in its stillness. The sounds of the clock ticking, the hum of the refrigerator, and Marshall's steady breathing beside me felt like a countdown. I perched on the edge of the couch, my fingers tightly intertwined in my lap, desperately trying to find something to hold onto.

Marshall sat next to me, radiating nervous energy even though he was trying to keep it together. His knee bounced incessantly, and his hand drummed absent circles on my leg. His eyes never wavered from the phone resting on the coffee table—the only thing standing between us and the answer we'd been waiting for.

I couldn't sit still. My mind raced, and my body buzzed with tension. I glanced at Marshall, hoping for some grounding. His face looked different today, clean-shaven for the first time since I'd known him, thanks to the Houdini video shoot. Having to shave had something to do with the AI mapping. Without his beard, his jaw was sharp, more defined. He looked younger, almost like a stranger. I tried to find humor in it, a small distraction to keep the weight of the moment from crushing me.

"I never thought I'd live to see the day," I teased, my voice cracking slightly in the heavy silence. "Marshall Mathers without a beard. It's like spotting Bigfoot."

He smirked, glancing at me out of the corner of his eye. "Yeah? How's it feel to be married to a twelve-year-old?"

I forced a laugh, the sound more nervous than amused, but I appreciated the levity. "Honestly? Kind of weird. I keep thinking I've time-warped to 2010, which is concerning because I was 16 and you were what... 38?"

Marshall chuckled, the tension easing just slightly. "Don't worry, Satan. Gimme a week, and it'll be back. You won't even remember this."

I reached over, lightly brushing my fingers across his smooth jawline, still getting used to the sight of him like this. "I don't know. I might keep you like this. You're looking less... brooding."

He raised an eyebrow, his voice playful. "Careful. You keep talkin' your shit girl, and I might just keep it."

"Oh God, no," I joked, shaking my head. "Grow it back. Immediately."

He laughed, and for a brief moment, the tension between us lifted, like we could both breathe again. But the phone still sat there, a silent promise of answers, and the weight of what was about to happen pulled us back under the current.

I stood up, needing to move. The nervous energy inside me was too much. I walked to the window, yanking the blinds open a little wider, letting more sunlight flood the room. It was a beautiful day, the kind that seemed disconnected from the storm brewing inside. I turned back to Marshall, who hadn't taken his eyes off the phone.

"You think it'll be good news?" I asked softly, my voice barely above a whisper.

Marshall didn't respond right away. His fingers tapped lightly on his knee, a steady rhythm that gave away his nerves. After a moment, he finally spoke. "I dunno... but whatever happens, we'll deal with it. We always do."

I nodded, trying to let his words calm me, but my heart was still racing. The uncertainty gnawed at me, twisting my stomach into knots. I wanted to say more, to break the tension in the room, but before I could find the words, the phone rang.

The sound jolted me. Marshall reached for it, his hand trembling just slightly. He glanced at me, his eyes searching for reassurance, for some sign that we could handle whatever was coming next. I nodded, unable to speak, and he pressed the button, putting the call on speaker.

"Nurse Jenna," Marshall said, his voice rough, strained with the weight of anticipation.

"Marshall, Blair!" Jenna's voice was bright, full of warmth and energy. "I've been waiting all day for this call, and I am so excited to share the news with you!"

Her excitement sparked something inside me, and my heart leaped in response. I reached for Marshall's hand, gripping it tightly. Every second stretched out painfully, the silence between her words almost unbearable.

"Blair, your hCG levels are excellent!" Jenna practically squealed, her joy spilling over. "The transfer was successful! You're pregnant!"

I sucked in a breath, my whole body going still. Pregnant. The word floated in the air between us, too surreal to fully land. My chest tightened, my breath caught in my throat as the tears began to fall, unstoppable. I turned toward Marshall, who was staring at the phone in disbelief, his jaw slack.

For a second, neither of us moved. Then Marshall's face softened, a slow smile spreading across his lips. His eyes, shimmering with unshed tears, met mine. "You're pregnant," he whispered, his voice full of awe. "Blair, you're really pregnant."

The tears spilled over completely, and I collapsed into his arms, clinging to him as though he were the only thing keeping me tethered to reality. He held me tightly, his body shaking with emotion. I buried my face in his chest, letting the relief crash over me in waves.

Before I could fully process the moment, Jenna's voice returned, softer now, more careful. "Blair, Marshall, I'm so, so happy for you both. I've watched you struggle through this journey, and it's truly amazing to share this with you. But I have to remind you—it's still early."

I pulled back slightly, just enough to hear her better, though I kept a tight hold on Marshall's hand.

"The levels are strong, which is a great sign," Jenna continued, her tone gentle, trying not to dampen our excitement. "But the first trimester is critical. There's a higher risk of miscarriage, and we'll need to monitor things closely. We'll schedule your first ultrasound in two weeks to check for the baby's heartbeat."

Her words brought us back to the reality of it all, pulling us from the edge of euphoria. Marshall's hand squeezed mine tighter, acknowledging the risk. But even with the fear, there was something different. Hope—a bright, flickering hope that refused to fade.

"We'll be careful," I said, my voice surprisingly steady. "We'll do everything right."

When the call ended, silence settled over the room again, but it wasn't the heavy, oppressive silence from before. It was lighter now, filled with possibility. Hope. I wiped the tears from my face and turned to Marshall, who was watching me, his eyes filled with something I hadn't seen in a long time: peace.

"We're going to have a baby," I whispered, my voice trembling with emotion.

Marshall's smile widened, lighting up his whole face in a way that made my heart swell. "We did it," he said quietly, his voice raw. "We fuckin' did it, baby."

I laughed, the sound breaking through the last of my tears. "We're going to be parents."

In that moment, the weight of everything we'd been through—every doubt, every sleepless night, every whispered hope—seemed to lift. We weren't just moving forward; we were stepping into a future we had fought for, one that finally felt within our grasp. And as we held on to that fragile new beginning, it was more than enough.