Marjoreece Oneshots

Till the end of the world

(Marjorie's pov)

It's 5:30. I still have half an hour until his alarm will go off, and Reece will wake up. I feel his hands still around my waist, my back pressed against his front.
I turn around slowly, to face him. The light from the hallway that peeks through the slightly open door lands perfectly on his face, highlighting his features.
His perfectly placed blond hair, a few strands lying on his forehead. His freckles, each looking hand painted, and like little stars on his face.

His eyes flutter open, and his blue orbs shine brightly at me, staring straight through to my soul.
"Morning my love." I whisper, placing a quick gentle kiss on his perfect lips.
"Mhm." he groans, pulling me back in for a kiss, holding on for longer.
"Someone is needy." I giggle, and he sighs, letting go of me and rolling onto his back. "Sorry darling. What's up?" I question, sitting myself up onto my elbows.
"I don't know. I just don't want to go to work today. I wanna stay at home with you today. It's not fair you get a day off." he complains, folding his arms over his chest in a huff.
"Okay my love. It's okay for you to not want to go. I never want to go when you are at home. How can I help?" I ask, and he sits up, turning to face me. I lift myself off my elbows, sitting up and facing him as well.
He grabs both my hands, nervously tracing patterns on the back of them.
"Take your time my love." I whisper, gently smiling at him.
"Come with me today?" he asks, lowering his head, almost embarrassed.
"Of course my love." I say, lifting his face to look at me. "I'd love to." I lean in, connecting us into another kiss.

He smiles into the kiss, causing me to do the same. I break away, and ruffle my hands through his messy bed hair.
"We need to get ready darling. As much as I adore your hair all messy like this, I know how much you hate it, and you'll probably want to fix this before work." I say, placing a kiss on his cheek, then turning and climbing out of bed, stretching my arms out and yawning.
"That's true." he agrees, doing the same, before walking to the bathroom.
I grab some comfy clothes for today, I'm not working so I have no need to dress up for it. I grab a pair of joggers and a plain top, sliding them on.
"You're seriously wearing that?" Reece asks, walking out the bathroom.
"Does it look silly, like too casual?" I panic, turning around to face him, the panic immediately dropping when I see the look in his eyes.
"Definitely not. I just don't know if I could resist you all day." He says, walking over to me and placing his hands on either side of my hips.
"Right mister. You're going to have to, you have no time to do anything now, you have to get into work. And then there is no way we are doing it in your office... again." I say, slapping his hands off.
He sighs in agreement, and walks past me, getting his usual outfit, some baggy jeans and a hoodie.

We make our way downstairs, and Reece grabs some bread from the cupboard, chucking it into the toaster.
"Is toast okay baby?" he asks.
"Yeah whatever is easiest!" I yell back, currently in the living room, tidying up a few bits from our little at home date night last night.
I walk into the kitchen, and am greeted by my gorgeous husband, as he hands me a coffee. I take a sip and sigh, just the way I like it.
"How can you make it so much better than me?" I question and he shrugs his shoulders.
"No clue baby."
"I love you."
"I love you too baby. Now hears your breakfast, we will leave in about 15." he says, handing me a plate.
"I love you so much."
"I know baby. Now eat up." he says, and we both sit down at the island, eating our food and drinking our coffees, together.

We finish up breakfast, and I take our dishes to the sink. I start washing up, whilst Reece does the last few things he needs to do before work.
I finish washing up, heading upstairs to quickly brush my teeth before leaving.
I walk back downstairs, to find the front door open. I peer outside and find Reece sat in the car, on a phone call, which appears to be very angry.
I grab my phone from the kitchen, rushing out the house, shutting the front door behind me.
I open the car door, and climb in, hearing only the end of the phone call.
"No I will not! I'm married to her! I love her. We are done here! Goodbye!" he yells, hanging up the phone and slamming it down into his lap.