The Nursery Nurse

Marjorie x Reece P.t 2

(A) - Hii Everyone I just want to say thank you so much for the reads so far as I'm loving how the story is going but if u want any ships that don't usually come up then just comment. I'm also sorry you guys had to wait for this chapter but I hope you like it and was worth the wait. Also please excuse my spelling of Marji. Hope you all have an amazing day and the first winter x autumn story will be posted soon.

(Reece POV)
Today started as normal day, toddlers laughing in the corridor with their teacher, janitors going two and from the closet cleaning up paint. Nothing out of usual here in the nursery just work. Why did I agree to this job. I hate my dad sometimes especially that skank Shibon eww. My dad has such awful taste in women. I was signing forms and organising paperwork till someone crept into my mind. Marjorie, our sister nursery manager, I don't know why but she is amazing to me. That woman can do no wrong in my eyes. I need to focus on work. But work is so boring so I might just continue thinking about her.

I was lost in thought when a parent came in my door. Snapped me out and back into reality pretty quick. I look at her as I can tell she is going to be flirty today. It was Kyles mum. I swear if I could see a crush on me every single day it would be from her. She is in her early twenties and just because she's over the age of 19 she has a chance. Ha, no thanks I like older women past a certain age.
"Hiii Reece, what you doing because Kyle is at the toilet right now so I thought we get to know each other more" she twirls her hair and looks me up and down while biting her lip. I really can't stand this woman.
"Hi, no, I have a meeting on zoom in a minute so you go and attend to your kid who" I lean out to look behind her." Oh that a lot sick, yeah you might want to deal with your child and take him home". I go back to my paper work.
"What are you talking about, my child pefect"-
She looks behind her and sees her child throwing up over Claire.
"Omg I'm coming darling" she runs out my office and too her son. Finally peace and quiet.

I continue work until I get call from my baby sis?. This is weird as she never calls me as she hates me because of out past. I feel terrible about what happened. I pick up the phone to her crying, she never cry's unless, winter hurt her?, he's dead?, I'm so surprised to hear her cry. I calm her down and she says a child was unconscious and ghe paramedics were at the nursery and she was so scared they were loose another kid?. They have lost children before? They all have been through hell, why didn't dad tell me about this. I was talking to Autumn to what seemed like hours and asked how Margi was. She says everyone's tension was all over place, I can only imagine what they all are feeling.

We end the call and I message her letting her and all of our sister nursery know that they talk about anything to me. I'm so worried about Marji, what if she is having a full on panic attack and I'm stuck here. I have to do something but what?, god she has got me wrapped around her fingers doesn't she. I chuckle and start thinking what I can do. Then it struck me, I'll send an email expressing my concerns about the nursery staff, totally just that not that I'm worried about just Marji. I begin to write the email and read over it so I know I spelt everything correctly. Also my grammar in stressful situations isn't the best.

I send the email hope it finds her in good health, hope she doesn't find this weird or anything. I really do care about her, damm. Maybe I should talk to her more, try to get to know Marji, as my sister isn't always in good in spirit about talking Marji. I look over the email I sent and realised that it's mainly about her and not the whole situation or the other staff. I am such an idiot I was trying to not make it obvious. I put my hands on my face as I feel it heating up. I am I blushing?, no I'm way to old for crushing on people I should know better. I can't help it. The clock finally goes to the time I'm finished my shift so I can head home. At last it's the weekend, time to get drunk and try to forget about today. I don't know if I can handle anymore surprises.