Savage Love || An Eminem Fanfiction

Chapter 75

Blair's POV

Halo - Beyonce

I sighed as I looked out the window of the cabin.

Today was our last day, tomorrow we drove back to Detroit and resumed our lives.

Back to Marshall being famous and in the studio all week and myself back to the office.

I have to say I've secretly loved having Marshall all to myself, it's given me a taste of what it would be like if he wasn't Eminem.

I litray has to share my boyfriend with the entire world, so it was nice to have him to myself.

It also solidified my love for Marshall more.

We talked, laughed, cried, went for walks around the surrounding forest and sat and watched the sunset, it was amazing.

I was both nervous and excited about moving in with him, I had no doubt we were going to work it out and fall into a normal singing routine, I mean we kinda already had one.

I had noticed a change in Marshall since we have been together on his trip, it was welcoming.

It was hard to explain because I kinda felt like it was me just making things up in my head... But it was kinda like he was always staring at me, but it was different.

Jesus, I don't know, but it was a good thing.

We had talked and got a lot of our chest, which was good, I feel like we've definitely grown as a couple.

I also feel like I had grown, if that even makes sense.

I'm glad I made the decision to do this, to see us through this trauma by taking us away for the week.

"Baby have you seen my... What are you looking at?" Marshall said walking into the room.

"Hmm? Nothing, just gonna miss this place that's all"

"Tell me about it, don't worry, we can manage to do this again, If Paul disagrees ill just do it anyway" He shrugged "You wanna go for one more walk before we have to leave in the morning?"

"Does a bear shit in the woods?"

He snorted and turned and walked back in the direction of the bedroom "Get your shit together"

He's so romantic.

I walked over to the sofa and pulled on my boots and Parker, checking the time, and sighing again.

Damn it Blair stop counting down the clock.

I huffed and fell on the couch waiting for Marshall, so I pulled out my phone and started to google cooking lessons.

I had been looking after us all week except for the cooking, the food that was sent covered lunches and dinners and Marshall cooked breakfast.

I attempted once and it did not go well.

So, on the theme of the new improved Blair, I decided to take some secret cooking classes so I don't accidentally poison Marshall.

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The snow was lightly falling, and crunching under our feet as we walked hand in hand in the woodlands around the cabin.

I could hear Marshall humming next to me, quietly rapping lyrics from LL Cool J, smiling to himself taking in the surroundings while I watched him as the snow settled on the fur of his parka jacket.

Like a fuzzy crown.

He was one hell of a sight to see when he smiled.