Savage Love || An Eminem Fanfiction

Chapter 92

Marshall POV

I walked into the kitchen from the garage to music playing.

"Blair?"

No answer I walked around the house looking for her but no sight of her.

I stand in the kitchen scratching my head thinking maybe she left to go out early and forgot to turn the music off when suddenly something caught my eye outside.

I sigh and make my way to the pool area, stopping at the sunbed.

"Marsshall" She said grin spreading across her face.

"Baby... Why are you outside... And why are you drunk?"

"I think I went a little too hard on the vodka" She said holding up an empty bottle and shaking it "Yep, gone"

"You think you're getting into anywhere like this?"

"I-" She said standing up, slowly, sawing back and forth, I looked at her and raised my eyebrow.

"Nooooo" She said thinking hard "It's canceled... Kelsey's babyyyy... Wouldn't settle"

"Oh so it's just me and you then? This should be fun" I said with a laugh.

Blair placed her hands on he hips and glared at me "Allll I know, Marsssshall, is that you're gonna make me sober upp"

Sure I was annoyed that it wasn't even 7 pm and she was wasted.

To ease my headache that would be dealing with drunken Blair, at least she was looking hot as fuck.

She stood swaying, dressed in a fitted leather shirt and white cami.

"I do think you've had enough to drink... Look just come inside, wanna play some pool or something? Well kick it like old times" I said as reached out my hand to her.

She nodded grabbing my hand and stumbled after me as I led her to the games room.

Sure I wanted her to sober up but something just wasn't sitting right with me about her lately.

Blair was hardly a hard person to read but sometimes she could hide her insecurity too well.

The drinking was always a dead give away.

It was slowly escalating and that was my cause for concern.

And most people tell me that she should feel comfortable confiding in me if something on her mind.

But that's not us, that's not how Blair and I function.

We would rather suffer in silence than worry the people we love, it's fucked up but it's a hard habit to shake.

"Want a drink baby, I can get you a water?"

She scrunched up her nose at me and shook her head as she reached into the drunks fridge and pulled out a drink then grabbing a pool cue

"Ready for an ass-kicking Matherss"

I chuckled grabbing a bottle of water and a cue myself "Not if I kick your ass first, Satan"

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"I love you so muchh" Blair slurred, arms around my neck as I carried her to our bedroom.

Thank God she had stopped drinking, but it seems like the drunken state was worsening as the alcohol circled her bloodstream.

"You do? Well ain't that a son of a bitch"

She tried to punch my shoulder but missed as I pulled her top over her head, then helped her pull the skirt off, laying her down on our bed and pulling the covers over her.

"I can't believe we're.." She hiccups "Getting marrieeeeed"

I laid down on my side propping my head upon my elbow "Well believe it, because I'm not getting any deposits back"

"You're so..." She stopped, frowning focusing on choosing the words she wanted as she stared at me.

"Amazing? Godlike? Talented?"

"Beautiful" She breathed, still staring at me intensely, like she was studying my facial features "I can't wait to have a baby with you"

And just like that my heart thudded in my chest.

"Not as beautiful as you, I'm the lucky one"

"Do you think it will look like us?" she said, moving closer and nuzzling into me.

"Of course it will, it's gonna be all our genetics"

She sighed and looked up at me "Do you think I'm ungrateful if I tell you that I wish I could carry your baby for you"

I shook my head cleaning back so I could see her whole face "Not even a little, I want you to have that and if I could make that happen trust me, I would"

She nuzzled back into me and was quiet for the moment.

I figured it was one of those two things or both, that were weighing heavily on her mind lately.

I lifted her face up by the chin "Hey, you know I can't wait to marry you right?"

She nodded slowly, starting up at me again, this Tim running her hand over my face and cupping my cheek.

"You would tell me if you ever got sick of me right?" She said, trying hard not to slur "Like instead of sneaking off and sleeping with other people, you would let me know?"

I was taken back, I wasn't even sure what to say, I had no idea she had been thinking about it.

"You know I would but God Blair, what the hell, where has this come from? I would never cheat on you, I would cut my own cock off before that ever happened, you're stuck with me, and just me for the rest of our lives now"

She breathed out a puff of air in relief.

"Why would you feel the need to ask that?" I questioned, desperate to get into that head of hers.

"No reason, I just wanted to know"

And just like that the book slammed closed for now, I would be playing Cludo for the next few weeks before I picked up on another clue.

Usually,, when she was feeling like this I would fuck her till she forgot, but something was different, this wasn't just her usual body confidence issues rearing their ugly head.

This was deeper.

I pulled her close nuzzling into her, breathing in her scent of perfume and vodka, just playing their holding her until I felt her breathing deepen and even out.

I loved this woman with the very existence of my being, just fuck me dead, I wish she would just tell me what was going on on that insane but beautiful head of hers.