Say Goodbye to Rockbottom (an Eminem Fanfiction)

23) Future Plans

10:00pm. Marshall and I were on our way home from TRL.

I watched as the night sky's stars kept their place as we drove past. Each star seemed to stay alined, no matter how fast we would go. I always wondered how the sky did that.

The traffic began to back up on the highway, causing Marshall to have to slow the car down.

I snuck a glance towards Marshall, who was sitting calm and peacefully by the wheel. I watched as he brushed his fingers lightly over his chin, feeling the prickly stubble that was starting to grow.

I loved observing him. It was honestly the little things that seemed to thrill me about him. Every little thing about him was just so beautiful and perfect. I really loved that man.

However, I was still upset over the whole marriage thing — and he could that. Which was why he wasn't attempting any sort of small talk at the moment.

Eventually the silence became overbearing, that was until Gia started crying harshly.

I gave it a minute or two but she didn't stop. The noise began to pierce my ears, causing a faint headache to form.

"Marshall, please pull over."

"She's a baby, she cries. It's what she does."

"Marshall I wanna make sure she's okay."

"Tori, she's fine--"

"Marshall."

With an obnoxious groan, Marshall finally did what I had asked and pulled the car towards the side of the road. I quickly hopped out of my door and checked up on Gia. Right away, I noticed that her car seat straps were strapped way too tight. She must have been crying from either feeling uncomfortable, or even from being in pain.

"You poor thing." I cooed through Gia's fit. "Awww, okay sweetie. Here." I quickly loosened the straps, then repositioned her blanket. I then gave her a gentle kiss on the head before making my way back to the front of the car.

"You strapped her in too tight." I muttered while shutting the door.

"Of course I did. What a great dad I'm turning out to be." He mumbled sarcastically while turning back onto the road. "Can't even do one damn thing right."

"Don't say that." I breathed out in something like a sigh. "You're new to this, and so am I. You're not gonna be a bad dad, and you aren't one now." I knew he was only saying that because of the title he feels the need to own up to. He wanted to be what he didn't have, an amazing and loving father figure for his kid, so the pressure was heavy.

"I guess." He mumbled ever so slightly.

Silence filled the car again as Gia drifted back to sleep.

"So um," Marshall cleared his throat while keeping his eyes on the road. "What'd you wanna talk about? You know, from earlier..."

I crossed my arms over my chest and faced the window.

"Nothing." I sighed.

"Really?" He asked, not buying it at all.

"Really." I answered flatly.