more than i can hold in my heart.

green-eyed monster

Miranda wasn't the jealous type.

She trusted her significant others wholeheartedly. She only acted when her gut told her something was wrong.

But she knew better than to act up and see red just because a woman with blonde hair and oversized boobs decided to touch her man.

And that is exactly what she did.

Miranda saw her glass of wine just in front of the damned white waitress and she flicked her hand. The water spilled on the waitress' dress that looked like it was pulled from a trashcan (or maybe it looked nice, but Miranda wouldn't know, she's seeing red).

"Bitch!" The girl, who's name is Anne, it seems, as the surgeon saw at the girl's nametag, exclaimed and tried to wipe the mess out of it, but failed. Her look of shock mixed with hatred for her just made Miranda smile smugly.

"Oops, I'm so sorry. I'm just clumsy."

Anne glared at her, and was probably going to pounce her at her smug grin, but the voice of her tough manager stopped her. "Anne, clean that up, I'll take care of them."

She huffed, and glared at Miranda once more before leaving.

The general surgeon laughed, then stood up. "No need, my husband and I are leaving."

Ben was tring to fix the spilled glass, then stopped. "Wait, what?"

"We're leaving." She stood, and grabbed his hand, making him stand. They both quickly got out of there.

At the car, they were quiet. Ben kept his hand on her thigh, and she kept her nails digging into his skin possessively.

She was breathing hard. The blood was rushing in her ears, and her heart was squeezing painfully in her chest. She felt angry, and crazy. She wasn't thinking straight, she knew it. But she won't admit to herself that that green thing she never knew was taking her over.

"Miranda?" Ben's voice was soft, and just above a whisper. "Are we okay?"

She let out a breath. "Yeah. Of course." She didn't realize she was gritting her teeth.

He snickered. "No, you look mad. Are you mad?"

"I'm not mad."

He made another noise in the back of his throat, like he didn't believe her. She wasn't sure if she believed her too. "Your face is screwed up like you're mad. And you're grabbing on my wrist like you want to crush it."

Miranda blushed and let his hand go, but it didn't leave its place on her thigh. "Sorry," she muttered. "I'm perturbed, not mad."

Silence filled them, as they pulled up in their house. Her thoughts were still flying to the girl and the way she fluttered her eyelashes at her husband, a flirty tone on her lips, and a brief, but aggravating touch on his shoulder. God, she could've killed that girl, no matter the oath she took as a surgeon.

Ben shifted in his seat and took his seatbelt off. He faced her, unsure. "You still look mad. You gonna talk to me?"

She turned her head to him so fast, she thought she maybe broke her neck. "I'm not mad! But I will be soon!"

He put his hands up in surrender. "Alright, I'm sorry."

They entered the house silently. He opened the door for her, and she entered, not talking to him. She went upstairs, completely ignoring him.

Her crazy mind is going five miles an hour. Ben must've liked the attention and didn't even bother to stop the girl from flirting with him. And damn, that made her blood boil. If he doesn't know why she's mad, he can go think about it when he's sleeping on the couch.

She just changed from her expensive dress, to her pjs, when she heard Ben opening the door to their bedroom. She quickly headed to the bed as he made his way there too. She took the pillows and a thin blanket from the side of their bed, and handed it to him.

"What? Miranda, I thought you weren't mad?" The confusion in his face made her want to slap him.

She didn't respond, and got into the bed. He tried to join her, but she pushed him away. "Go sleep on the couch, maybe get that waitress' number. You can join her."

A laugh broke the silence. She looked up at him. "What the hell are you laughing about?"

He laughed some more, and it just made her more angry. "Yeah, add another night to you staying on the couch." She turned in the bed, her blood boiling. What the hell was funny about this?

Ben climbed into bed and hugged her from behind. She tried to push him away but he was stronger than her. He kissed her head and chuckled. "You're jealous?"

She huffed and tried to push him away again. God, she was melting in a puddle of goo already? He just hugged her. "No, of course not."

He chuckled some more. "Look at me, Miranda."

His voice went extra deep at her name, and she shuddered. He knew just how to make her succumb to him. Damn him.

She turned around, all the negative feelings towards him disappearing as she looked into his amused eyes. She pouted. "I'm not jealous."

"You are." He kissed her passionately, and as their tongues collided, she moaned softly. They pulled away, panting. "And I'm going to remind you that I'm yours, Miranda Bailey-Warren."

She smiled at that. "Okay."

"As long as you're just mine." He growled a little as he attacked her neck with bites and kisses.

Miranda's breath hitched, and a moan made its way out of her throat. "I'm yours. But I wasn't jealous."

"Whatever you say." He kissed her with a passion that made her forget about waitresses, oversized boobs and white-ass hands.

a/n: happy new year's eve yall! idk if it's new year's eve already where u are but it is, where i am, so happy new year's eve!!! i hope 2021's kinder tho 2020 sucks lmao

anywayyy i hope yall enjoyed jealous!miranda lol again, happy new year yall❤

-jyka💕