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Up From Here	By : aliciakristine Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Eminem/Marshall Mathers Views: 3454 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know Eminem (Marshall Mathers). I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Epilogue.

"Tara,
Cameron won't stop changing the channel! I'm trying to watch this!"

Tara
looked up from the book she was reading and shook her head. "Cameron,
stop, would you? You've got a TV in your room. Your sister is trying to watch
something."

"She's
watching a stupid girl show."

"So
go upstairs and watch a stupid boy show," Laney muttered.

"Mom,"
Cameron said, frowning. "I don't want to go in my room, make Laney go in
her room."

"Can't
you agree on something to watch?"

"She
only wants to watch stupid girl shows!"

"This
is not a girl show. It's a grown-up show."

"It's
a stupid show about a stupid girl."

"Come
on, guys, stop it!" Tara said, laughing. "Go find your dad, Cameron,
bug him for awhile."

"Is
he home already?"

"I
think he's downstairs," she said.

He
whooped and jumped off the couch. "Dad will make you let me watch what I
want on TV."

"He
won't either," Laney said, sticking her tongue out. "He's got to go
get Hailie from dance class."

Tara
laughed into the open pages of her novel. She couldn't believe how fortunate
she was. The kids got along like they were real siblings - they argued and
bickered and fought, but when it all boiled down, they loved each other
immensely. Having a third kid around was good for Laney and Hailie. They were
finally growing independent of each other, Hailie taking dance classes twice a
week and Laney joining the art club at her middle school. Cameron followed
Marshall around like a shadow. He was fascinated with music, especially
R&B. Marshall invited some of his musician friends over sometimes for
Cameron's benefit, and he'd sit in rapt attention while they played around in
Marshall's studio.

Tara was
in her glory. She was about to finish up her last semester of graduate school
and had already been offered a promising job with the Department of Social
Services. After the media frenzy had died down, the kids and Tara had all gone
back to school at the same time. Cameron loved his new school in Detroit, and
he made friends easily and quickly. Between the three of them, there was always
an extra kid on the weekends, but neither Tara nor Marshall minded very much.

The show
Laney was watching was a little irritating, so after a few minutes, Tara
wandered downstairs to find her men. They were in the studio, Cameron sitting
beside Marshall, who looked like he was explaining how a row of knobs and
buttons on his soundboard worked. "Are you boys having fun?" Tara
asked softly.

"Look,
Mom," Cameron said. "Can I show her that thing?"

"Sure,"
Marshall said, leaning back. "Go ahead, you know how."

She
watched, amazed, as Cameron slipped a pair of headsets onto his head and pulled
a microphone close to his lips. Then, tongue poking out in concentration, he
flipped a red switch and recorded himself saying "Cameron Mathers, Cameron
Mathers, Cameron Mathers." He pushed the microphone away, flipped the
switch off, and motioned for Tara to come closer. "Listen, Mom," he
said, and pushed another couple of buttons. Twisting a knob, his voice came out
of the speakers sounding deep and distorted. He laughed, obviously proud of
himself. "Isn't that awesome?"

"That's
great, Cam!"

"And
look what else," he said, and moved over to another section of the board.
When he heard his voice again, he spun a circular disc so that his voice caught
and scratched. "Cam-Cam-Caaaam-Caaameron M-M-Maaaathers," he made it
say in the deep, distorted voice. He erupted into giggles again.

"You
take after your dad," she said.

"He's
pretty good," Marshall said, and Cameron beamed. "You want to go with
me to pick up your sister from dance class?"

"Can
we stop and get Sonic?"

"No,
Helen's cooking real food tonight," Marshall said, but Tara suspected it
was just for her benefit, because he winked at Cameron, who instantly smiled
again.

"Go
get your shoes and coat on," he told Cameron. When he'd gone, he hugged
Tara. "Have I ever told you how happy I am?" he whispered against her
ear.

"Mmmm...
Not often enough," she said throatily.

"You,
Tara Mathers, have made me happier than I ever thought I'd be."

"You
know, Marshall, last year, when I came back, you'd have never said something so
sweet."

"Yeah,
well, last year I hadn't gotten nearly enough blow-jobs."

She
slapped him. "You're still a pervert."

"You
still love me."

"I
do," she said, and kissed him. "I do love you very much."
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