Savage Love || An Eminem Fanfiction

Chapter 49

Marshall's POV

The studio was empty and silent, but it only amplified my impatience. I checked my phone again, waiting for Blair's message. She'd been at her interview for what felt like hours, and still, no word. I couldn't shake the restlessness in my chest.

When my phone finally buzzed, I grabbed it without thinking.

"Yo."

"You're an asshole," Blair's voice came through, light with excitement. I could practically hear the grin in her words. "I should've known you'd find out before me."

I couldn't help but smile. "So, I take it you're home? And...did you find something you liked?"

"Oh my god, I love them," she said, her voice warm and soft. "The flowers would've been enough; you didn't have to get me another pair of Loubs. That's—"

"I'll buy you whatever I want," I replied, feeling my grin widen. "Figured you'd need a fresh pair for the new job. Congratulations, baby."

"This is incredible, Marshall. I can't believe it—I'm a lawyer again! Howard even said he sees potential for me to become partner one day." Her excitement rushed through the line, her words tumbling together in a way that made me picture her standing there, radiant, heels in one hand, flowers in the other. "Thank you, Marshall, for everything."

I let her words linger, feeling that quiet pride that only Blair could spark in me. "Don't thank me," I murmured. "You did this yourself."

"So...how are we celebrating?" Her voice was playful, with that teasing lilt I loved.

"Thought I'd take you to your favorite place. Got us a tucked-away table, just for us."

"Really?" I could hear the warmth in her voice. "You didn't have to do all this—"

"What did I just say? Dress up, wear the shoes. We're celebrating."

She laughed, a sound that hit me deep, sparking something I couldn't quite shake. "Fine, fine," she said, pretending to sigh. "Guess I can make time for you."

"Good. I'll pick you up at 8. And bring an overnight bag," I added, lowering my voice. "You're staying at mine tonight. I'm tired of my bed being empty."

"Oh my god, Marshall," she groaned, but I could hear her smiling through it. "Did you really have to ruin such a sweet moment?"

"It's still sweet," I replied, smirking. "It's a compliment."

"Sure," she chuckled. "Thank you again. The flowers and shoes...they're perfect."

"You're welcome, beautiful. See you at 8."

After hanging up, I sat there a moment, a small smile tugging at my mouth as I pictured her finding the flowers and shoes. Who would've thought I'd be the guy sneaking around planning surprises? Blair would laugh if she knew the time I'd spent picking out those damn heels.

I shook my head, packing up for the night, still smiling.

———

The dim light cast a warm glow over her, her eyes bright with a confidence that suited her. She took a sip of her wine, and I watched, unable to look away.

"So, how was the interview?" I asked, leaning in.

"He's such a good guy," she said, setting her glass down thoughtfully. "I can see why he's so involved with your foundation. And to have someone actually see potential in me, without having to fight for it, like I did with Brad...it felt amazing." Her face softened, that spark in her eyes brighter than ever. "I'm excited. This feels right."