Savage Love || An Eminem Fanfiction

Chapter 91

Blair POV

"Why are you like this?" Marshall groaned, giving me a stern look while helping me on the couch in his studio and pulling my heel off.

The daddy vibe is strong in this one today.

"What do you even mean, you know I'm as clumsy as a baby giraffe? I fell and sprained my ankle"

He rolled his eyes before walking out of the studio to the staff kitchen then coming back with a fresh ice pack.

"Its the fact that you're day drunk when you were meant to be planning a wedding"

"I'm doing research" I slurred.

"For what? I don't even drink, I don't give a shit what alcohol is there, your dumb ass got too drunk and fell off the bar when you were trying to reenact coyote ugly, they told me"

"I was damn good until I fell too"

"Why can't you just be normal"

"Marshall we both know you wouldn't be interested if I was normal"

He bit inside his cheek to stop himself from smiling.

"You're killing me"

"Pack it in Mathers, you have to wait till we're married so I can benefit from that"

The fact we weren't alone in the studio now became evident with snickers filling the room.

"Stop woman, fuck" he said, gently kicking my shin.

"I kinda missed your silly drunk ass" Royce said with a laugh, making Marshall glared at him.

"Don't encourage it"

"Royce gets me" I said with a sigh as Marshall placed my slightly swollen ankle on the pillow.

Marshall shook my head shining a water bottle in my hands "Drink, sober up so we can take your ass to get checked when I'm done"

" It's fine it's just a strain Marshall"

He ignored me swapping up what he was doing.

He was angry at me and it was understandable.

I was out with Hailie and Alaina going over wedding plans, Marshall and I had just started with the planning.

Except I had a liquid lunch, and was sitting at his studio drunk at 3 pm.

The thing is I'm excited.

In finally getting what I wanted.

Lately, I have started to analyze everything.

But he doesn't know that, I've never actually said it out loud to anyone not even my therapist.

Marshall left the studio to go get something out of his office.

"He's in a great mood" I said as Denaun came and sat next to me, pulling out his phone and texting.

"Don't worry about him, hell cheer up, he just freaked out when he got the call to come to get you"

"Why would he freak out"

"Well, last time someone called him about you it was after your assault"

"Oh, I didn't even realize," I said frowning forcing myself to drink the water.

"Why your day drinking?" Denaun asked clicking through Spotify.

"Those champagne high teas are off the hook" I said with a smirk.

Denaun looked at me raising his eyebrows.

I rolled my eyes and snatched his phone putting on a Headband by B.o.B and 2 Chainz, and he nodded in approval.

"Communication girl, remember that"

I shrugged "Yeah sure"

"Yo, you two all good if I take her home and call it a day?" Marshall announced as he walked back into the studio.

They both nodded and he walked over to me, slipping his backpack over his shoulder and silently helping me up.

I limped out next to him to his car slowly, him helping me in.

"I'm sorry, I don't want you angry at me"

"I'm not angry" she said quietly as he climbed in and closed the door "I worry about your stupid ass"

"You don't have to worry about me Marshall, I'm a grown wo-"

"Now you see, I do, and I'm never gonna stop, you're grown and all Baby, but you irrational and crazy as shit once you got that liquor into you"

I crossed my arms over my chest "I am fucking not"

"I've lost count of all the bad decisions you've made drunk" He said briefly looking at me as he drove raising an eyebrow.

"You're being overdramatic.

"Not even a little bit, that's the insane part" She said with a chuckle "Did you even get any planning done today to show me?"

"Believe it or not, a little" I said with a smile then frowned "Hailie and Alaina got tipsy too, why am I getting scolded?"

"Because they're grown women and doesn't almost break their necks? I plan on marrying you soon so I kinda need you alive for that one, and I know it was your idea"

Huffed and sat in silence as were drove into the gated neighborhood towards home.

"You just bitched your way out of a good time"

He pulled into the driveway, parking in the garage and shutting of the engine turning to me with a smug smirk, then getting out of the car, coming round my side and helping me out.

"You know that's a lie" He said simply as he unlocked the door and helped me walk into the living room before sitting me down on the couch, and then joining be, placing my foot on his lap "You damn well know you'll be riding this dick later, you always do, most bitches crave McDonald's when they're drunk, my girl craves my dick"

I punched him in the arm "Well see about that"

"Might as well pay up now" He shrugged leaning in and kissing me softly on the lips.

I rolled my eyes.

I wasn't really a lie, he was right.

I was absolutely going to figure out how to ride him with a sore ankle.

"I'll be back, I'll just go get some ice for you"

He gently propped my foot upon the pillow on the coffee table and oft the room.

He was too good for me.

Everything was going so well, I started to think about the future and how happy I was right now.

And then it dawned on me.

Anything could go wrong at any moment and they could be taken away from me.

I felt my anxiety spike and rattle through my chest.