The Marshall Mathers Fantasy

313 (MTV VMA's)

4 months later

Tonight was the night of the MTV Awards and I know that Marshall was freaking out inside even if he didn't want to admit it plus,

"Yo babe you comin'?" Marshall asked looking at the time. I knew that we had to get going but everything I wore I didn't feel pregnant, I felt fat and ugly and especially because this is the first time that we both will be in the spotlight I don't want to have people think 'Eminem has such a fat ugly girlfriend'.

"Baby can you come help me?" I yelled from the bedroom, Marshall walked in and saw me struggling to try to zip up the dress I had put on.

"What was wrong with the 35 other outfits you had on?" Marshall asked sarcastically. I rolled my eyes at his remark,

"Marshall, I'm 4 and a half months pregnant. I don't even look pregnant I just look fucking fat." I sighed looking down at myself.

"Shut the fuck up no you don't!" Marshall told me, zipping up my outfit, I look in the mirror and analyze this outfit now, turning from side to side trying to hide my imperfections about myself and the fact I felt I looked more fat than I do pregnant.

"Marshall I just wanna feel beautiful around you, I don't want people to look at you then look at me and be like oh look at Slim Shady's fat girlfriend or oh Eminem's ugly girlfriend," I explained to him.

"I tell you all the time your beautiful babe, and your not fat, your pregnant and if even one person wants to fuckin say some shit I'll knock their bitch-ass out." Marshall reassured me, I tried smiling through my frustration he was trying to cheer me up and it did work slightly. 

"Your the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, and your carrying my child/ a lil Shady in you give yourself some credit babe damn." Marshall kissed me, he took my hand and led me out to the entryway of our place and handed me my shoes.

"I love you." I told him starting to smirk at him.

"I love you too." He said smiling.

When we arrived at the VMA's there were cameras everywhere and people were yelling as we were dropped off in front.  Marshall looked over at me to make sure I was ok, I took a deep breath and nodded. As he opened the door all we could see was flashing coming from the cameras, there were paparazzi and fans everywhere I could hardly see through all the flashing lights.

It was crazy but Marshall held my hand and led me through the chaos as I walked close behind him. He led me into the building where the awards were going to be held and we went and found our seats, Dr. Dre someone Marshall's been working a lot with lately came over to us and started talking, I have met him a couple times before but he just seems like a really nice guy and a great influence for Marshall. We just talked about the awards tonight and how everything is going to work especially because neither of us really knew what to expect. One of the staff members came by and briefly explained it to us but it was just that, very brief.

Dre's girlfriend, Nicole and I got along great and at least I wasn't going to be by myself when the guys had to go perform onstage which made me feel a little bit better, I was so nervous and anxious my hands were sweating.  We talked for about 30 minutes or so before a announcement came on over the theater asking everyone to find their seats so they could begin, I was so nervous I held on to Marshall's hand so tightly. I knew there would be pictures of us everywhere now and my insecurities started kicking in. I tried to distract my thoughts and remember what Marshall had told me at the house. After sitting for a while hearing all the categories before us we hear the one he's nominated for finally being announced.

"Now for the Nominees for 'Best New artist in a video' " said the person announcing the category. Marshall adjusted himself in his seat a bit, I knew he was nervous/ anxious maybe even freaking out inside I did my best to reassure him squeezing  his hand tighter a few times before we exchanged glances at each other, I wanted him to know it's alright and I'm rate here for him no matter what.