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...
I was woken up from my beauty sleep due to loud noises coming from the other side of the bedroom. I pulled the blanket up over my head trying to block out any noise so I could sleep. People have no consideration for my sleep, I take my sleep very seriously and people just want to interrupt it.
Another loud sound came from the dresser drawer slamming shut, making my eyes immediately open up. Marshall stood there with his hand on his face, and the other gripped on the dresser.
"I swear to god, if you don't keep it down I'm gonna get my chancleta and imma beat the shit outta you" I said in a sleepily voice.
"Sorry.." He sighed.
"What time it is" I asked. Hell, I don't even know what day it is. I was at the studio late last night working with Slaughterhouse for their new album, I didn't even get back into the house till 4:30 in the morning.
"Eleven" Marshall said.
I mumbled an ok before walking to the bathroom, and getting myself ready for the day. My mom and my sister are going to be here around one. They're gonna spend some time with me since I'm gonna get real busy soon, especially since the album then tour life this gonna get hectic for a little bit.
After I finished with my shower, I wrapped a towel around my body and hopped out. I walked out into the bedroom to see Marshall laid out on the bed looking miserable, is he on his period or something? What's got him so moody all of a sudden.
Before I decide to talk to Marshall, I'm gonna get dressed. Can't go try to talk to him in a towel, he flips out, and my tit comes flying out of the towel because I'm ready to argue.
I got dressed in a white long sleeved crop top, black skinny jeans, and a pair of peach colored Adidas.
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After taking my hair out of its ponytail I sat down on the bed next to Marshall, rubbing on his arm so he could pay attention to me.
"What's wrong?" I asked once he removed his hand from his face.
"Oh, it's nothing" He shrugged.
"Then why you look all sad" I said in the ultimate baby voice before sitting on his lap, straddling him.
