In His Arms (Eminem Fan Fiction) 1 of 2

Chapter 57

The days are getting longer. The sun is shining brighter than it use to. Warm sunrays filled the rooms of the mansion. I didn't need my big heavy jackets anymore. All I needed was light sweaters and I was good to go.

I opened up the curtains wider in the bedroom. Marshall was playing chauffeur for the morning and dropping the kids off at each of their friend's and families. I let Jane go to her friend Ally's for the weekend for a sleepover. They were planning it for so long, and the face Jane had was a face I couldn't say no to.

Marshall and I haven't spoken about the unborn baby since the day we found out about it. It 's for the better, since he was heartbroken.  I can't lie, I was devastated as well. Neither I nor Marshall came out of the bedroom for almost two hours that day. But that's done and over with.

And yet, I still haven't said anything about these lies that have gone too far. They've never come to mind. Why? Because they don't matter anymore. It was a mistake that I made, and is in the past.

Lelieda had invited Marshall and me to a house warming party for one of her friends, Chelsea. I've known Chelsea since her and Lelieda first became best friends; seventeen years ago. I was 14 and Lelieda was 18. Chelsea kept her busy. Instead of dwelling on the lost of our mother at the time. But that isn't important. 

I stared out the window, taking in the delightful view of the sky. There were no clouds, and the sun was just shining away. I could feel the warm rays through the window pane, and I felt a slight smile creep up on me. There's something about the warm weather that always makes me happy.

Turning on my heels, I began walking over to my closet to pick something to wear for later today. There wasn't a wide range of options. I don't buy many clothes for myself. The money usually went to Jane.

After staring around the closet space I had, I decided on a white crop top, and a pair of high waisted jeans. They were ripped at the knees, and were worn and faded. But I still loved these jeans. They fit perfectly, and were so confortable. Even through my baby fat from Jane, these jeans never let me down.

I grabbed everything else I was going to need and headed to the bathroom for a cool shower. Marshall should be home soon, and I want to shower quick enough to give him his own time to shower. I walked through the empty house and enter the bathroom. I flipped on the shower, strip down, and jumped in.

(blah blah shower shower nopoint in talking about it)

After what felt like about maybe ten minutes, I shut off my water, and hoped out wrapping a towel around my body and hair. I opened the door and let some steam out. As I do so, I hear the front door swing open.  Marshall's home. I smiled to myself as I continued on with my routine.

I threw on my crop top, and then my jeans and threw the towel to the side for later. Getting a good luck if myself in the fullbody mirror, I noticed the fat I got from the pregnancy is slowly going away. Which is good because I really wanted to wear this top. Now what do I do with my wild hair? It'll take hours to straighten it, and I only have a few minutes before Marshall becomes anxious to leave. Fuck it. All I do is put a glob of gel in my hands and run it through my hair like a comb. Then, I leave it be. I also grab a hair tie just in case it gets too wild.
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HEY GUYS! SORRY ABOUT THIS CHAPTER I DIDNT REALIZE WATTPAD FUCKED UP THIS CHAPTER :/. I WOULD REWRITE IT BUT I DONT SEE A POINT IN IT. BASICALLY ALL THAT HAPPENS IS MARSHALL CALLS DAYA SEXY AND THEN THEY GET IN THE CAR AND LEAVE. SUMS UP THE CHAPTER, ANYWAY SORRY FOR THE INCONVENIENCE!
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