Savage Love || An Eminem Fanfiction

Chapter 57

Blair POV

I Got You - Ciara

I shoved my anxiety down as I placed my phone back down beside me after texting Marshall to come to the bedroom, as I sat cross-legged on the bed.

I felt so giddy that it made me feel like I was going to vomit.

I had slipped away while Marshall and my father were talking, I figured that he could do with socializing with someone that was the same.

My father was also as unsocial as the elusive Mr. Mather's.

Roll my eyes thinking about Marshall and his social awkwardness.

"Stupid old man"

I was snapped out of my erratic thinking as the door opened and I was face to face with Marshall, who had a shocked look across his face as he walked in.

"Suprise! Immaculate conception!"

He walked over slowly and sat beside me on the bed "Blair... Where did you get a baby?"

"Shes... Well, this is my niece Abby" I said sitting the baby up in my lap.

He raised an eyebrow at me with a smile then ducked down, tickling Abbys little face, her curling her hand around his finger.

"Sup Abby, I'm uncle Marshall"

I'm pretty sure my heart just exploded.

I was tipping on the edge with my emotions.

"I went down to talk to Allison..."

Marshall looked up at me concerned "How did that go?"

"She looked... Tired and broken" I replied looking down at Abby shaking the rattle in front of her.

"And, how you feeling?" Marshall said tickling her tiny feet this time.

"I don't know, I guess the accurate way to explain it would be... I feel everything?"

"May I?" He said holding out his arms, I reluctantly handed the baby over.

"So... Tell me how you ended up here with the baby?" He said looking down at Abby, cooing.

I knew he was trying to distract me to get me to talk, it was always his way of doing things, and he knew it worked on me.

But fuck me, this man was gorgeous with a baby.

If I wasn't already broken, this would have been the moment to brake me.

"When I saw how she looked... I don't know, I felt bad for her... Even though this isn't my doing, and it's her fault she's in this predicament... But fuck me, I just couldn't be angry at her at that moment, and then Abby wouldn't stop crying so we didn't get to talk, so I offered to take her because my sister just looked... "

"Hey, it's okay, just sit down, baby take a breath" Marshall said, now standing next to me, Abby in one arm, his other hand on my shoulder.

I hadn't realised during my rant, I had gotten up and was pacing a hole in the floor, with tears rolling down my cheeks.

I sat down on the bed.

"I'm sorry"

"Don't be, all this, this is normal, you're allowed to feel this" He said "All of this is relevant, you're traumatised Blair, your ex, your sister, this baby, your infertility... It all warrants what you're feeling"

I stare at him and Abby starts to fuss and squirm in his arms.

I wish I could just move past this.

"Why do you want to be with someone so damaged?"