Savage Love || An Eminem Fanfiction

Chapter 66

Blair POV

Mockingbird - Eminem

We sat in silence, the tension between us humming like a live wire. Marshall was beside me at the island, but neither of us had spoken since we sat down. I could feel the storm brewing inside him, and my own emotions were swirling so fast I couldn't pin them down. Then, like a sudden jolt back to reality, the smoke alarm blared, cutting through the silence.

"Fuck!" Marshall yelled, jumping up from his chair and rushing to the oven. Smoke billowed out as he threw it open, swearing under his breath as he fumbled to open windows and clear the air. "Well... there goes dinner."

I watched him, my heart pounding in my chest. "It's okay," I said softly, though my voice barely came out. "I'm not really hungry anyway."

He paused, his hands resting on the counter, his back to me for a moment. When he finally turned, his eyes were filled with confusion and something deeper—a struggle he wasn't quite ready to show. His face looked almost lost, the control he usually had over everything slipping. He glanced at me, then back to the fridge, pulling it open like he needed something to do.

"You should eat," he said, his voice quieter now, softer in a way I wasn't used to hearing from him. "You know... or you'll be passin' out on me or some shit."

I swallowed hard, the words I needed to say building up inside me. "Marshall... can we talk about this?"

He sighed, his shoulders sagging as he slowly shut the fridge. When he turned to face me, the raw vulnerability on his face caught me off guard. He rubbed his hands over his face like he was trying to make sense of it all but couldn't.

"Blair... I don't even know where to start," he said, his voice thick with disbelief. "What the fuck do we do with this? How do we even begin to wrap our heads around it?"

I held the test results in my trembling hands, the paper crinkling under my grip. "I don't know either," I whispered, my breath shaky. "But I've been asking myself that question since I found out." I looked at him, my heart pounding in my chest. "You were there when the doctor told me I couldn't have kids. You know what that did to me. That was only a year and a half ago, and now..." I waved the paper slightly in the air. "Now this. Now I'm staring at a test that says I'm pregnant. Marshall, I don't even know how to feel."

Marshall sat back down next to me, rubbing his hands together, his face twisted in a struggle between shock and something deeper. "I get it," he said, his voice hoarse. "I didn't plan for this either, Blair. I didn't think I'd be havin' another kid... not now. Not at fifty." He paused, looking away for a moment. "I didn't want more. That's the truth. But fuck... I love you. I love you more than anything, and I would walk over fire for you. I just... I'm scared. I don't know if I'm ready for this."

His words hit me like a wave, but underneath my own swirling shock and fear, I felt something else. Something that had been quietly growing ever since I saw those two pink lines: happiness. "I'm scared too," I admitted, my voice soft but trembling. "I didn't think this would happen... not after what we were told. I had started making peace with never being a mom, but now..." I looked at the test again, a smile tugging at the corner of my lips despite the tears that threatened to fall. "Now I'm pregnant. And as scared as I am, I'm... I'm happy, Marshall."

His eyes flickered to mine, the conflict still there, but there was a shift in him when he saw the glimmer of happiness in my face. He exhaled shakily, reaching out to take my hand, his fingers tightening around mine like I was his anchor. "You're happy?"

I nodded, biting my lip as tears welled up. "I am. I didn't expect it, and I'm scared out of my mind, but I'm happy. I never thought this would happen."

Marshall's grip on my hand tightened, his eyes searching mine, like he was trying to hold onto something solid in the chaos. "Fuck, Blair," he muttered, running his free hand through his hair. "I'm trying to catch up to you, I swear. I just... it's a lot, you know?"

"I know," I said, my voice softening. "It's a lot for me too, but we're in this together."

He leaned in closer, his eyes narrowing slightly like he was trying to make sense of what he was feeling. "If we're doing this... if we're really doing this, then I'm all in. I'm with you, baby. I'm just trying to process it. But I'm not leaving. I'd never leave you to handle this alone."

I squeezed his hand, relief and love flooding through me. "Thank you. I just... I needed to know you were with me."

He let out a deep breath, his gaze softening as his thumb brushed over my knuckles. "I'm with you, Blair. I love you. I'll make sure you and this baby get everything you need. That's a promise. You'll have the best care. I don't care what it costs."

I smiled through the tears, feeling the relief spread through my chest. "Okay... I trust you."

"Are you okay with keeping this between us for now?" he asked, his voice a little more grounded now. "I just need a minute to let it sink in before the whole world knows. Except Paul... he'll have to know so we can get things sorted."

"I'm fine with that," I said, nodding. "We'll figure it out."

Marshall shifted closer, his hand still holding mine. His grip was warm, comforting, and I could feel the weight of his love despite his own fears. "So... what now?" I asked softly, feeling the fear begin to melt away, replaced by something more real, more solid.

He chuckled softly, a hint of that familiar spark in his eyes. "Well, first I call Paul, get him over here, and deal with him losing his shit. But he'll come around. He always does."

I smiled, the tension between us finally starting to lift. "He's gonna give you so much hell."

Marshall laughed, a deep, rich sound that made my heart flutter. "Yeah, probably. But after he flips out, he'll be all over it, makin' sure everything's perfect. You know how he is."

He looked at me then, the intensity in his gaze softening into something deeper, something real. "So... we're really doing this? I'm gonna be a dad again?"

I nodded, feeling the weight of the moment settle into something beautiful. "Yeah... we are. We're having a baby."

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Later, as I sat at my desk, another wave of nausea hit me like a freight train. Now that I knew the reason, it was easier to handle, but it didn't make it any more fun. At least it wasn't gastro. The thought of Marshall teasing me if it had been gastro made me smile despite the nausea.

I was pregnant. After everything, I was having a baby with Marshall. And as terrifying as it was, I felt a warmth spread through me. He was with me. We were in this together.

Another wave of nausea hit, and I leaned over the bin, vomiting into it. I groaned, wiping my mouth and leaning back in my chair. Thank God I'd had the sense to close the door to my office.

I was starving, but every time I tried to eat, it just came back up. Where was the glow everyone talked about? I couldn't even keep down a cheeseburger without regretting it.

I sat back, exhausted, staring at my water bottle, wondering if a nap under my desk might help. This must be what happens when you get pregnant by Slim Shady.