Savage Love || An Eminem Fanfiction

Chapter 93

Marshall POV

I sat on the jet resting my head back with my eyes closed, thinking of every possible bad scenario my mind could muster.

Blair wasn't answering her phone.

I was anxious as fuck.

I thought back to the phone call I had earlier today which resulted in my cutting my business trip to New York short and jumping a jet straight back home.

Earlier...

I sat in my office, going over some contracts when my cell phone started to ring through the room, not looking at the ID I answered.

"Yep?"

"Yeah Marshall, it's me"

I pulled the phone away from my ear and saw the name Cocksucker on the screen.

"Yeah, and what can I do for you?"

"I calling about Blair Marshall, have you checked in with her, I've been trying to call her and she won't answer"

My heart flipped in my chest and started to hammer.

"Yeah earlier, she said she was gonna go shopping with Megan and then have dinner with you both, why?"

"Well, she was drinking pretty heavily, and I know she likes a drink but she was hitting them fast and hard, she was kinda... Erratic? kept mumbling things about you being sick of her one day, I don't know man, she then said she wasn't staying out late with us at the club after, which was unlike her and said she was going home to spend alone time, she wasn't herself I guess that's what I'm trying to say"

"She's been acting weird for the last few weeks, there's something up and she ain't telling me, look I'm in New York, but ill come home, thanks for the heads up"

"I'm not doing it for you man, I'm worried about her, but you know what she's like as well as I do"

With that, he hung up.

Mother fucker better watch his mouth.

I sighed, I did unfortunately, she was having a manic episode for sure, they were getting more frequent and I knew she was talking to her shrink about it.

I dialed Blair's number and her phone went straight to message"

I grabbed my stuff and left, dialing Paul on the way out, I'll deal with this shit later, I gotta get fucking home ASAP.

Now

My knee bounced as I checked my watch for the millionth time, I still had an hour to go before I landed.

I felt guilty, I'm sure could have done something to prevent her from doing stupid things.

I hope she wasn't.

My mind wouldn't let me think otherwise.

I should have forced her to see her therapist more, called her out on her drinking, maybe been more assertive?

She would have told me to go fuck myself.

In true Blair fashion.

I also knew I would have the same reaction, I mean I still have the same reaction so I knew exactly how to deal with her, Kelly was right, I knew her well.

I rested my head in my hands.

God fucking help her if she's done anything stupid or gotten herself in a situation.

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After speeding well above the speed limit in Detroit I made it home, pulling into the garage and not even managing to shut off the car before unlocking and launching myself through the entrance into the house, jogging around every room, looking for Blair.

Sweating I finally got to our bedroom and find her.

Sitting on the floor.

Makeup smudged and running down her face, crying.

Clutching a can of whipped cream, emptying into her mouth while her other hand clutched the ever famous bottle of Jack Daniels.

Dressed in only what I can assume to be her wedding dress and veil.

She was breathtaking, even in the state she was in, seeing her in that white dress made my heart stop beating briefly.

She must have heard me, turning around, eyes wide when she realized I was standing there.

"Marsshall?" She slurred, attempting to stand up but failed, falling back down "What are you doing here?"

"Baby" I said kneeling down beside her "I got a phone call for Kelly, he's worried about you, you were acting strange, your phone is off and I couldn't get ahold of you, so jumped on the jet and came straight home"

She frowned at me "There's nothing wrong-"

"Blair, you're sitting in your wedding dress, drunk, crying, it's safe to say, there is something very wrong, tell me what's going on in your head" I sat down on the floor next to her sighing "Are you getting second thoughts?"

She looked at me in shock, like I had just slapped her.

"No" She said trying to stand, but stumbling backward, falling in my lap, ripping the dress in the action "Oh fuck"

She started to cry again, sniffling, messily wiping her face.

"Well, then what Blair? I've been patient, supportive and had to stand by having to watch you spiral down and I'm gonna go ahead and call this right here, rock bottom, so this ends here"

"You're seeing me in my wedding dress" She sobbed.

"Seriously" I said pulling her face so that she was looking at me "Tell me, right fucking now"

She was silent for a moment, eyes studying my face.

"This is all too good to be true" She said in barely a slurred whisper, closing her eyes "I am too happy, there is only a matter of time before I lose you, like everything else good in my life, it's taken away, like the baby was"

My heart sank in my chest.

This was what was building up in her head the last few months, it was only a matter of time before it manifested again and boiled over.

"Look at me" I demanded.

She shook her head, tears rolling down her cheeks.

"Blair, fucking look at me"

Her eyes opened, green eyes focusing on my blue ones,

"I'm not going anywhere, I'm not Brad, I have no interest in fucking anyone else, ever, I've said it before, so I'll say it again" I said before pausing, making sure she was taking in what I was saying then slowly continuing, pointing to my heart "This is it for me, you and me, the rest of my life, forever"

I reached to wipe her mascara that had run down her cheek and she silently grabbed my hand with hers, still staring into my eyes.

"And you will have that baby, it won't be by the conventional way, but it will still be all ours, I promise"

She nodded.

I stood up with her still in my arms, carrying her and placing her on the bed, lying next to her, she laid there on her side staring at me silently for a few moments before she finally spoke.

"Thank you"

I shook my head "You don't have to thank me for loving you"

"My dress is ruined, and you've seen it, it's bad luck"

I chuckled "We'll buy you a new one baby, don't worry, but this time I think we should keep it locked up somewhere safe, so manic episode Blair can't destroy it... I must say, love this look on you, looking forward to seeing you walk down that aisle even more now"

She let out a small laugh and moved closer to me, snuggling into my chest, I wrapped my arms around her body, holding her right into my body.

"I love you Marshall" She said in a mumble as she fell asleep.

"I love you too Blair" I said as I kissed her on the forehead "Until the last breath I take"