Meeting Marshall Mathers: The Relapse Era

The Closing Chapter

I began to tiredly chuckle half asleep as Marshall was currently waking me up by singing in my ear in an Indian accent, I put my hand over my eyes as my mind slowly woke up, he then broke into a little cheeky laugh when he saw that I was smiling,

"You missed me?" He spooned up to me and kissed my cheek,

"Like you wouldn't believe" I turned around under the covers to face him, I slipped my thigh in between his thighs as we smooched and cuddled,
"Feels so good to have you home" I stroked over his ear and over his soft dark hair, he tiredly smirked and stroked up the side of my face too, this feeling was literally bliss, being wrapped up in bed with him, just laying down and slowly kissing,

"I guess I missed you a lil' bit too" his smile touched his sleepy eyes,

"I wish I was with you.. traveling around" I snuggled more into him,

"You was" he kissed into my hair and inhaled,

"I'll be the next one traveling" I finally got the balls to break it to him,

"What?" He pulled back to look at me,
"Not while I'm at home you ain't" he protested,

"Next week" I squeezed out,

"You're shitting me, right?" he cracked a grin,

"No, it's my mums 50th, she's invited me on a cruise"

"How long for?" He did not look impressed,

"A week"

"So you're telling me I took off two week to only spend one with you?"

"I'm sorry I..."

"Nah it's alright.." he huffed,
"Sorry"

"You don't need to say that" I kissed him,
"You could always come?"

"What?" he had the deepest look of confusion on his face,

"Well... My dads hired a whole deck out so you'll have total privacy, and, well, you could bring the girls"

"Now I know you're fucking with me" we stared at each other until he realised that I was being deadly serious,
"Jodie don't you think I would be going off on holidays here and fuckin' there if I could? You fuckin' know that it ain't that simple, how'd you expect me to just vacate like that? For real please fuckin' tell me?"

"It's on a big exclusive cruise ship Marshall? There's no paparazzi on board and it's not made up of youngsters, the clientele are mostly rich old folk or couples from 30's upwards, I know maybe I went a little far saying bring the girls but..." He looked away from me and sighed down his nose,

"You just don't get it do you?"

"Fine don't come but I have to go regardless" I sat up,
"You've never made an effort with my family" I got out of bed in a huff,

"The fuck? What d'you expect me to do, fly to fucking England to sit around with them and have tea and eat crumpets?"

"Don't be stupid" i tutted as I went into the ensuite,

"So what then?" He followed me,

"Uh Marshall" I sat down on the toilet and held my head in frustration with him,

"See, you full of bullshit, you fucking know the situation with that kinda shit" he left me to it and stormed off.

After Marshall had picked up the girls, I'd arranged for my nail technician to come around and do our nails, Alaina had her first set of acrylics done and had a plain French tip like myself, where as Hailie and Whitney had some lovely pink gel nails painted, they were a little too young to be having tips done,