Eminem Imagines Pt. 2 (Eminemzminnie Style)

Gas Station

"And be back in 20 minutes!" Paul warned as I basically made a bee line into the gas station to grab what I needed before we had to go for another 7 hour drive.

I grabbed 2 liters of Gatorade, a banana nut muffin, 2 Mr. Goodbars, Cheetoes, Pepsi, Barbecue potato chips, a sub, a ham and cheese sandwich and a Asprin, and I was about to grab the last item until I saw Marshall my husband of 3years coming up to me with a red bull in hand and a Kit Kat bar and some Better Maid chips. 

If Marshall had of walked up to me 5 years ago my heart would be beating out of chest, I would've been sweating, stumbling over my words and just down right embarrassing myself..but things lately had been pretty rocky.

We've been fighting a lot more, petty arguments over stupid things like where's his headphones, or why did I move his notepad, or why didn't I do this or why didn't he do that. And it was literally so bad to the point where we barely even spoke to each other, and it was just so frustrating cause we both know we were better than whatever it was we were doing.

But as of late I could see Marshall was at least trying to fix whatever was left of this marriage and honestly that would've been a relief..but there was a whole other problem brewing.

"So a guy walks into a gas station with a beautiful woman, and he thinks to himself, wow she's really gorgeous and she says.." He trailed off waiting for my answer to which I could only frown.

"I think i'm pregnant." I said watching for his facial expression to change.

"That's not what I was going for...but okay." He shrugged thinking this was still a joke.

"No Marshall I literally think I'm pregnant, i've been peeing non stop, i'm constantly hungry, and I was this close to throwing Denaun off the trailer bus just for eating my muffin." I said finally seeing his eyes widen.

"How the- haven't you been on birth control!?" He asked frantically in a loud whisper.

"I hate those things, they're absolutely terrible, and besides don't blame this on me I told you we shouldn't do anything without protection but nope, you didn't listen so now here we are!" I shouted/whispered back.

"God how haven't I noticed this." Marshall whispered to himself angrily.

"Well maybe if you weren't so busy dyeing your hair blonde, and acting like a child staying out all night with your boys you'd see that we haven't exactly been on the same page in quite a while!" I bit back picking up the pregnancy tests as I continued to walk through the snack aisle suddenly craving some skittles.

"Oh so it's my fault? Your the one who always wants space, and then when I give it to you you coming crying to me like one of them chicks out of General Hospital.

"Maybe I wouldn't be crying if my husband wasn't some where out there making music video's with porn stars!" I shouted only to hear the sound of something dropping.

I looked to my right to see a guy standing there watching the two of us arguing his eyes looked wide between the two of us and then he looked at Marshall and smirked.

"Aye Man that's what's up!" He said giving Marshall a fist bump which Marshall returned and laughed.

"Really!?" I exclaimed watching the smile instantly leave Marshall's face.

"It was only 2." He defended, "And you know good and well them girls ain't mean nothing to me, not like you do." He said trying to grab my hand which I rejected.

"Whatever i'm checking this stuff out." I said going to the counter and purchasing all my items as I quickly left the gas station and boarding the tour bus where everyone else was waiting.