Third person pov:
One Friday evening, Marjorie and Reece decided to have a quiet night in. After a busy week at the nursery, and with wedding plans slowly coming together, they both needed a break. Reece had suggested his favorite kind of date night: simple, cozy, and perfect.
Marjorie smiled as she watched him set things up in their bedroom. Reece was serious about his snack choices—he had grabbed a big bag of Doritos, a couple of bottles of 7UP, and even had blankets piled high on the bed. “All set?” Marjorie asked, already knowing the answer.
“Almost,” Reece said, grinning as he held up the DVD case for Mean Girls. “Movie night tradition. Can’t skip this.”
Marjorie laughed. It was one of the things she loved most about Reece—his love for goofy, light-hearted moments. “You and Mean Girls,” she teased, shaking her head. “I’ll never understand how that became your favorite.”
“It’s a classic!” he defended, settling down beside her on the bed, remote in hand. “It’s got everything—drama, humor, and amazing quotes. Plus, you have to admit, it’s a perfect way to unwind after a long week.”
Marjorie snuggled into him as he pressed play, letting the familiar opening scene wash over them. They popped open the Doritos and the 7UP, sharing a contented silence as the movie began.
Reece’s commentary made it even better, as usual. “See, this is where Regina George starts her reign of terror,” he said dramatically, making Marjorie chuckle. His ability to quote the lines before they happened was both impressive and hilarious.
As the movie played, Marjorie felt her worries about work and wedding planning melt away. She and Reece shared laughs, pointing out their favorite moments, with Reece adding his own witty remarks every now and then. It wasn’t a fancy date night or an elaborate outing, but it was perfect in its simplicity.
By the time the credits rolled, their snacks were long gone, and they were both comfortably sprawled out, the glow of the TV screen the only light in the room. Marjorie looked over at Reece, who had a contented smile on his face, clearly enjoying their cozy night in.
“Thanks for this,” she said softly, reaching for his hand. “It’s exactly what I needed.”
Reece turned to her, squeezing her hand gently. “Me too. Sometimes, the best nights are the ones where we just chill. No pressure, just us.”
Marjorie smiled, feeling a warm sense of contentment wash over her. She loved that Reece could find joy in the little things, like snacks, silly movies, and just being together. It was moments like these that reminded her how lucky she was to have him by her side.
As they settled in for the night, blankets pulled up to their chins, Reece chuckled to himself. “You know,” he said, “we should do a Mean Girls marathon next time. Like, watch it twice in a row.”
Marjorie groaned playfully, giving him a light nudge. “You’re obsessed.”
“Absolutely,” he said, grinning. “And you love it.”
She couldn’t argue with that.
After the credits rolled and they remained tangled in the blankets, the familiar buzz of contentment still lingered between them. Marjorie glanced over at Reece, who was now lazily flipping through the channels, clearly in no rush to leave the cozy bubble they had created.
"You know," she began with a small smile, "I think I finally get why this is your favorite kind of date night."
Reece raised an eyebrow, feigning surprise. "Oh, really? Enlighten me."
"It's just... it's simple," Marjorie said, leaning into his warmth. "No big plans, no stress—just you, me, snacks, and a movie that makes us laugh. It’s comfortable."
Reece smiled softly, pulling her closer. "That’s what I love about it. Life can be complicated, you know? Between the nursery, wedding planning, family stuff... It’s nice to just slow down and enjoy the little things. It reminds me of why I fell in love with you in the first place."
Marjorie’s heart warmed at his words. Reece had always been able to bring balance to her life. Even when things were chaotic, he could make her feel at ease, as if everything would work out. She snuggled into him, her head resting against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his breathing.
"Plus," he added, breaking the tender moment with a grin, "you can’t deny that Mean Girls is iconic. I mean, come on, Marjorie. We should make a drinking game out of it next time. Every time Regina says something savage—take a sip of 7UP."
She chuckled, shaking her head. "You’re ridiculous."
"And you love it," he teased, echoing his words from earlier.
"I really do," Marjorie whispered, her voice barely above a breath, but Reece heard it, and his grip on her tightened just a little.
For a few moments, they lay there in comfortable silence, the only sounds coming from the faint hum of the TV and the occasional rustle of the blankets. It was the kind of peaceful quiet Marjorie hadn’t realized she needed, and she found herself grateful for the simplicity of it all.
Eventually, Reece turned the TV off, plunging the room into darkness, save for the soft glow of the moonlight filtering in through the window. He leaned over and kissed Marjorie’s forehead, his voice low and content. "I think this might be my favorite part of the night."
She smiled in the dark, her hand finding his under the covers. "What’s that?"
"Just being here with you," he said softly. "No distractions, no noise. Just us."
Marjorie’s heart swelled with affection. These were the moments she cherished most—the quiet, intimate ones where they didn’t need grand gestures or fancy dates to feel connected. Just lying beside him, wrapped up in each other, was more than enough.
"I couldn’t agree more," she whispered, closing her eyes and letting the comfort of the moment lull her into a peaceful state.
As the night deepened and the quiet of their room surrounded them, Marjorie felt something she hadn't in a while—a sense of completeness, as if everything in that moment was exactly as it should be. Reece, with his love for the little things and his way of making the ordinary extraordinary, was exactly what she needed. And as they drifted off to sleep, she couldn't help but think how lucky she was to share her life with him, one cozy night at a time.
