Sequel to Eminem fan fiction "Love and Fame" if you'd like to read the first one you can find it in my works (:
Maegan is now thirty five years old, engaged to Eminem or Marshall Mathers, and pregnant with his kid. Probably every girls wish, but wh...
(Marshall's POV) (Continued from last chapter Sunday, November, 9th, 2011 6:47am)
"Who's ready to party!" Someone yelled, and it was followed by a loud grunt.
I opened up my eyes, and sat up in the bed, turning on the bedside lamp to see Maegan getting herself off the ground. Oh no, this bitch got drunk. Maegan gets off the ground, and I watch her every move. I get up out of the bed, and pick her up, bringing her to the bathroom.
"Oh hi Marshall!" Maegan says excitedly.
"Hi" I say, and put her down fully clothed in the hotel bathtub.
"Wait, why am I in a tub? Marshall your kinky" Maegan says, and laughs like crazy. I turn the shower head on with cold water, and Maegan's face changes.
"Oh shit! What the fuck!" Maegan yells while trying to get the water away from her face.
"What happened to our fucking promise!" I yelled at her.
Now I'm mad because she promised me she wouldn't do this again.
"What fucking promise" Maegan yells back, and turns off the water.
"The one where you said you wouldn't get piss drunk again" I yell, and she gets out of the shower, completely soaked.
"You're not the boss of me Marshall, don't tell me what the fuck to do!" Maegan yells then pushes me back, trying to get out of the bathroom. "If you don't move out of my way I'm gonna hit you" Maegan says.
"No, I want answers. Where were you?" I asked her.
"Toronto, you know that. Now move!" Maegan says.
"No-" I said, and was cut off due to Maegan smacking me in my face.
Don't hit her back, don't hit her back.
I moved out of her way, and she undressed out of her, now wet clothes. She changed into this black jumper type shit that really showed off her ass, does she want me to fuck her right now? You're mad at her stop trying to fuck her Marshall!
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Maegan walked to me as I sat down on the bed, and sat on my lap, wrapping her legs around my waist. She moved her hands up, and down on my bare chest while smiling at me.
"Stop" I said, and she started kissing my neck.
"Let me" She whispered, and kissed up my neck again.
"Off. Now" I said strictly, and she got off my lap.
"Stop acting like a fucking douche bag" Maegan said, and I stood up from the bed.
"Me, a douche bag? Says the one that comes back drunk tryna hit me" I raise my voice. "What it paparazzi saw you like that" I said.
"It's your fault! You put me in the shower with cold water, you get what you deserve, and the paparazzi won't see me, you know I'm careful!" Maegan yelled back.
"Coming in here falling down, yeah, I'm pretty sure nobody saw you" I said sarcastically, and chuckled.
"Since your sober nobody else can have fun, huh?" Maegan said.
"You can have fun without drinking" I said.
"So I can't go out once, and a while to have a drink?" Maegan asks.
"Your mom told me you have a problem when it comes to drinking!" I yelled.
"I don't have a fucking problem!" Maegan yelled back.
"That's what every addict says before they get put into rehab!" I yell.
Maegan's mom told me stories on how she is when it comes to drinking when I went over asking for her blessings. Maegan went to rehab I was told, and when she came out she went back to her ways.
I wonder if she's drinking behind my back, and stuff like that.
"Nice Marshall, real fucking nice. I don't have a problem, and I never did!" Maegan said, and wiped tears from her eyes. "I'm just gonna get another room" Maegan said, and I realized she was fully dressed leaving the room.
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It's now later in the day, we are back in Detroit, and settling back in. Maegan the whole trip back was silent while she had her headphones on, and ignored me every time I tried getting her attention. Maegan sipped from her water bottle, and walked upstairs with her eyes glued to her phone.
Yep, I'm gonna get the silent treatment.
I walk upstairs to the bedroom where she's laying down on the bed drinking out of her water bottle, and her eyes are still glued to her phone screen even though she knows I walked into the room.
"So, your giving me the silent treatment?" I asked her, and no response. "Yo, I'm talking to you" I sigh, and she gets up from the bed, walking out of the room giving me the finger.
Hey, it's something, but she's still mad. I walk out of my bedroom, and into the guest bedroom where she's laying down at. Maegan groans, and rolls her eyes.
"Get out" Maegan said, looking up from her phone.
"You still mad?" I asked her, and sat down on the bed next to her.
"I'm not a fucking alcoholic, I just have a couple here, and there. You don't know nothing" Maegan says, and walks into the bathroom looking at her face in the mirror.
"I'm sorry, it's just the way you get when you drink, I don't want you to get hurt" I say, and wrap my arms around her waist.
"Marshall, I'm grown, I know what I can handle" Maegan says while looking at me through the mirror.
I slip my hands into her front pockets on her jeans, and kiss her cheek lightly then rest my head on her shoulder. I know she's hurt because of the miscarriage, so am I but, I just don't want her to get hurt.
I love her too much.
(A/N: OOO What did you guys think of the chapter??
QOTD - What are your favorite movies?
AOTD - 8 Mile (ofc) all the purge movies, central intelligence, and the Friday the 13th movies.
