Impossible Is Nothing (An Iggy Azalea/Eminem Fan Fiction)

Chapter 25: Impossible Is Nothing (Final)

Year 2004

Brittany's P.O.V.

"Mummy, Daddy's on TV!" Hailie shouted at me from the living room, overjoyed.

My four year old baby daughter was watching cartoons on television while I was busy on the computer in the other room. As it turned out, she must have accidentally landed on MTV playing with the remote again. Getting up, I went and joined her in the living room. As said by her, she was right. I noted Marshall on TV. One of his music videos, "Just Lose It," was what was playing.

I inhaled and exhaled to myself, carefully.

Hailie was my and Marshall's baby. Marshall didn't know that, nor did he know that she even existed. We haven't talked since the day I left Michigan.

After the incident of finding out about the broken condom, in a panic, I took multiple pregnancy tests as soon as I could. They all ended up positive. I had cried nonstop, stressing out completely. I had nobody, no support, all would be just on me. How was I going to take care of a baby with my situation? Should I put it up for adoption? Abort? 

I thought, no matter the circumstances, absolutely no. I couldn't live on knowing a part of me was out there in the world, and she couldn't do the same knowing her parents were out there. I couldn't possibly kill a soon-to-be, beautiful, precious breathing being. I kept her. Doctor, hospital visits later, and with revealing the gender (which was female), I thought the name Hailie (spelled in that way) was the perfect name for her. Hailie Jade Scott.

The extra money with the additional time I spent in Detroit was a great payoff. That's the only way I was able to support both me and her. I've actually rented a fine condominium near one of Miami's beautiful beaches since I was able to afford it.

I loved Miami; it was everything I thought it would be and more. A good environment to raise Hailie up in, also, when she was still a newborn. Every Saturday, which was one of my favourites, I would take Hailie for a walk down there, to play with her in the soft sand and talk with her—simple things, of course, since she was still very little—one of those things happening to be about her father.

I wasn't going to hide it. I didn't want to lie and keep this a secret from her. She couldn't live on like that. Of course she knew, from the things she picked up, that there's a "Mummy" and a "Daddy," and that "he" wasn't around. I explained to her her father is the notorious Eminem. He's very busy and preoccupied. When asked why she's never met him, I'd vaguely say that (for a while) he's "Away; only gone for the moment..."

"I wanna... wanna see him," Hailie mumbled, snapping me out, her facing to me now.

I was joined along her on the couch. We watched the rest of his music video together. Although parodied and silly, the mood wasn't particularly; serious was what was felt between us. Hailie's gotten smarter, and it might've been time for a change in things, I was afraid. "I know you do, sweetheart."

"Can we?" she pleaded.

I sighed. "He's a busy person. I know I promised you, but I'm not sure right now is the best time. Maybe in a little bit if I figure things out—"

"Why not? Please, please? I want to!"

She'd begun to break out in tears. Same excuses, she knew. I guess it was time to reach out and do something, this hit. I wanted to wait a little; I actually did have plans of returning to The D and confronting Marshall. Except I was thinking sometime around next year, even going and surprising her with plane tickets when the time came. Also, attempting to reach out. It would be the worst timing now since Marshall was busy with his latest album.