Marjoreece Oneshots

Jealousy

(Reece's pov)

I'm on my way to meet Marjorie at home when I get a message. It's from an unknown number and it starts off eerie, with just a 'Reece Knight'. I decide to wait until I get into the driveway to read it, it is safer to do so. I pull into the driveway and reach for my phone, opening the message.

Unknown - Reece Knight. I hear you are with Marjorie Van Gould. I am Dan, her ex. I am rich, like you. Marjorie is a gold digger. She only loved me for my money. I have no doubts she is going the same to you. She was raised this way and is always going to be this way. Hope this message gets you out before she ties you down. -Dan.

I read it and just stare down at it. I don't believe it. It's probably him trying to get back at her. He doesn't seem to know we are married, as he used her maiden name. But I'm jealous, I don't know why but there is an overwhelming amount of jealousy. I just re read it, I can't shake the unnerving feeling that it's true. I take a deep breath and climb out the car, I'm going to ask Marjorie about it, she is my wife and she deserves the benefit of the doubt. I walk in the house and I am greeted by my beautiful girl, walking over to me and wrapping me in an embrace, which I half reciprocate, still unsure about everything. She looks up at me, "You ok darling?" she asks, giving me a gentle smile. "We need to have a talk." I respond and her smile drops off her face, and she looks worried. I grab her hands and lead her over to the sofa, sitting down as she sits next to me.

"What's up?" she asks, gently biting her nails in worry. "I got a message, from a guy called Dan.", she drops her hands and her eyes widen at the mention of his name, "He said he is your ex, and you used him for money. And apparently you are doing the same to me. I want to ask you about it, give you the benefit of the doubt and I assume he is lying. What happened between you two?" I explain, and she just stares off at the wall, her eyes wide and her body slightly shaking. I go to grab her hands to calm her when she flinches away, finally making eye contact with me, a look of fear in her eyes. "Gorgeous, it's not true right?" I ask, and she just stares at me, tears building up in her eyes. "Marjorie, please, tell me it's not true." I say, my voice breaking and tears building up in my eyes now. "You have to be joking me Marjorie. I married you. You are just using me." I say, my voice raising slightly and the fear in her eyes increasing as tears fall. "Leave me alone." she cries out and runs upstairs, slamming the bedroom door shut.

I can't believe it. He was right. I genuinely can't even believe it. I can't even imagine that he is right. I finally allow my tears to fall, as I pull out my phone and text this Dan, thanking him for the information. I get up and move into the kitchen, searching through the cupboards. I find ingredients to make something random, anything I can really throw together. Ever since I was young, cooking has always been my comfort, it has been here for me when no one else has. I know my way around the kitchen easily, it comes second nature to me, no matter what kitchen. I start cooking, taking my mind off of Marjorie, I can deal with her later.

About an hour and a half later, I finally finish cooking, and then realise I'm not hungry. And Marjorie probably wouldn't be either. I pack it away for another day, it can be used for lunch tomorrow. I head upstairs, I don't want to, but me and Marjorie need to talk, now we have both calmed down a bit. I open the bedroom door and am greeted by darkness. I move over to my side of the bed, just by memory, and turn on the lamp next to the bed. I look down to find Marjorie, cuddled up into my side of the bed, in my clothes and silent tears rolling down her cheeks. This is the moment I realise I may have been wrong, and now the guilt creeps up.

I sit down on the edge of the bed, and gently move some of her hair out of her face, relaxing when I don't feel her flinch, but flex into my touch. "Hey Marj" I say softly and watch her calm at the sound of my voice, the tears slowly stopping. She sits up and makes grabby hands at me, and I pull her into me, her body wrapping around mine tightly, and her head hitting and burying itself in my shoulder.

(Marjorie's pov)

I slowly release the embrace, not letting go completely but making sure I can lift my head up and see him. "Reece. I promise Dan was lying. I truly loved him. But he was horrible. I don't want to go into detail about it, they were the worst years of my life. I finally left him, after years of suffering, and he didn't like it. And every boyfriend I've had since,
he has messaged them, telling them the same story that you got, and they all left me. Which is why I was single so long before I met you, because I didn't want to hurt anyone else. I thought you were safe, seeing as he hadn't messaged, but when you mentioned it, I froze, I couldn't believe it. I'm so sorry Reece. I understand if you don't love me anymore." I finish, tears rolling down my face.

He just looks at me, a look of relief and anger mixing in his eyes. "Reece?" I ask, waving my hand in front of his face, to which he snaps back to reality. "Sorry gorgeous. I can't believe he did that to you. I am really sorry for flying off the handle earlier. I wasn't thinking straight, I think I was also a bit jealous. Of course I still love you baby. You are the love of my life, I will never leave you, ever. I love you so much." he says, looking at me, love filling his eyes. I grab either side of his face and pull him into a bruising kiss, which he quickly reciprocates. I push him back into the bed, falling with him, still in a kiss, only breaking away for a few seconds, for air, then attaching my lips back to his.

He rolls us over and is now on top. He disconnects our lips and smirks, "Is this okay gorgeous?" he asks, and I say yes, and he leans back in, kissing me again. This is going to be a long night, but I'm definitely not complaining.

A/N: sorry for the short chapter, I meant to make it longer but I didn't know what else to put into it. I also have no motivation, I start my final year of secondary on Wednesday and am trying to prepare for that. I hope this is alright. I already have another draft in the works so I will get to work on that one.