Marjoreece Oneshots

Roger

(Reece's pov)

"You're going to be okay." Marjorie says, running her fingers through my hair to comfort me.
"I know. Why is his office so big?" I try to deflect. We are stood outside Roger's office, as I have a meeting with him.
"I love you." she whispers in my ear, hugging me a bit tighter, before finally letting go.
"I love you too." I reply, pressing a short kiss to her lips, before leaving her, going inside the building, watching as Marjorie pulls out the car park, on her way to work.

I knock twice, before entering the room.
"Ahh hello Reece. Nice to see you again." Roger says, holding his hand out for me to shake.
"Hi." I reply, reluctantly shaking it back.
"Well, are you going to greet your father properly? Say more than a word to me?" he asks, and I just shrug my shoulders, sitting down in the chair opposite him.
"Come on son. You can still be civil to me." he says, and I just shrug my shoulder.
"Let's just get on with this." I say.
"Very well then. Very pressing matters, the merger, how is that going?" he asks.
"So pressing. Why didn't you ask Marjorie to meet with you, the manager?"
"Well, I thought about it, but then thought she might not fit in my office." he laughs, seemingly amused with himself.
"Not funny. That's my wife." I say through gritted teeth.
"Oh I forgot. Of course, you're with her. Makes sense, a fatty like her with you. Was she a bet that you lost?" he jokes again.
"No. How dare you? I love that woman, with all my heart. And how dare you insult her looks, she is gorgeous." I defend her, how dare he?
"No sorry, you were probably a bet for her. I mean, to be fair look at you. And the problems you come with, this 'eating disorder', I can't believe she would want to put up with a man like that. If she can even call you a man, and I bet you cry in front of her too. You do know men can't cry, especially not in front of their lady." he goes on, laughing the whole way through, as if I'm some kind of joke to him, as if my relationship is as well.
"I'm done. Don't expect to see me here again. I can't believe I got stuck with you as a 'dad'. You never were, and never will be. Fuck you." I say, before standing up and walking towards the door.
As I'm about to leave, Roger grabs my wrist.
"Don't forget where your roots come from boy, I'm in your DNA." he growls at me, before letting his grip loosen, as I exit swiftly.

I get out to the car park, and lean up against the wall, taking in a deep breath. That was not fair, and that was worse than I ever thought it could have gone.
I take another deep breath, and can feel my eyes burning. Not out here, not right by his office. Not anywhere, men can't cry.
I take a few more deep breaths, before starting to walk out.
Me and Marjorie had originally agreed that I was going to walk back to the nursery, as she would be busy at work, and it would give me time to clear my head, I always needed it after a meeting with him.
But now I'm just heading home. I don't want to go to work, I just want to go home, curl up into a ball and let the word fall away.

I open the front door, kicking my trainers off, then locking the front door behind me.
I run upstairs, and go into my wardrobe, grabbing a pair of joggers, they are comfier than my jeans. I change into them, before climbing into bed, facing Marjorie's side, wishing for her to be here with me.
I close my eyes, and wait for sleep to overtake me, which felt like hours.

(Marjorie's pov)

"Pick up, pick up, pick up." I mutter to myself, hoping for Reece to pick up, but again, he doesn't. "Voicemail." I mutter, hanging up.
"Marjorie? You okay?" Autumn asks.
"Yeah. It's just Reece had a meeting with Roger this morning." I explain.
"Okay?"
"And well, he was meant to come here after, and he hasn't. And he isn't answering his phone, and I've left him voicemails. I'm sort of worrying. And by sort of, I mean I'm really panicking. Reece always answers me." I say to her, each word coming out faster than the last.
"Marjorie?"
"Yeah?"
"Breathe. Take a breath. He's okay. It's Reece, he can handle himself. Maybe he is still in the meeting." she says, trying to bring me back to reality.
"I mean yeah, maybe. Wait. The meeting was at 9am though, it's currently 1pm. There is no way it has gone on for that long, it was only meant to be a quick one." I say, the panic coming back as quickly as it left.
"Marjorie! He is probably grabbing some lunch. I love you, but you have got to calm down. You are getting on my nerves." she says, and I agree, about all points she made.
"Okay, sorry."