Savage Love || An Eminem Fanfiction

Chapter 72

Marshall's POV

Through The Rain - Mariah Carey

I listened to the crackling of the fire as we were laid out in the rug, filled with granny gun shot's famous lamb casserole and apple pie.

I hadn't really eaten in 3 days so the hearty homemade food was welcoming it my empty stomach.

I looked down at Blair who was curled up in my arms, in a trance, staring into the fire, frowning.

"You know, I signed up to dating you for your looks, had I known you would get wrinkles I would have had second thoughts"

She snapped out of her trance and looked at me confused, then rolling her eyes once she realised.

"That's okay, I'm only with you for the money anyway, I'm sure you have other friends that will be a sugar daddy without question"

I chuckled at her fast come back.

"What you thinking about?"

She bit her lip then sat up reaching into her handbag that sat on the couch, pulling out an envelope, then returning next to me.

"It's from Allison"

"What is it?"

"I have no idea" She sighed handing it to me "She said I need to open it with you"

I gently opened the envelope, pulling out a folded letter, and started to read it.

Dear Blair,
I realize I'm probably the last person you want to hear from, tied with Brad. I'm still taking the risk of writing to you, after unwittingly overhearing a conversation between you and mom. I'm sincerely sorry for what happened to you and Marshall with the ectopic pregnancy. I suspect you don't give a damn about my empathy, but know that I am sincerely saddened for you both. If I asked you to read this letter with Marshall, it's because I would like to ask you to officially be Abby's godparents. It's something I've been thinking about since Thanksgiving and learning about your devastating news, I thought maybe it was something that could help you through your grief. Abby deserves a strong male presence and clearly, Brad isn't cut out for it, it's well known that Marshall is an amazing father and you Blair, you are a role model worthy of the aspirations I have for my daughter. I realize I have a long way to go, to regain some semblance of pride and only hope to have half of your kindness. I aspire to become a better person and I know that only time will show you my sincerity. You were so beautiful to see on Thanksgiving with Abby. I would understand if you refused, but I sure hope you would do me the honour. Let me know when you have made a decision.
Sincerely, Allison.

I sat there in silence trying to get my head together, the painful beating of my heart on my chest burned.

I cleared my throat in order to avoid new tears falling, it was all still so raw, and the gesture on top of it was finding my mind into overload.

"I... I don't know what to say..."

I looked at her, tears rolling down her face as she took the letter from my hands and reread it, tears stopping on the page.

I wasn't sure if I should be angry or honoured, I'm sure my mind was shaded by resentment at this point but at the same time, I felt... warmed.

The little time I got to spend with Abby bought back memories of the girls when they were babies.

I guess when I finally came around to the idea of Blair having a baby I looked forward to all that again, with her.

"Are you ok Marshall?" Blair's soft voice came, waking me out of my thoughts, looking down at her huge green eyes.