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If Only You Let Me •|| MARJOREECE + OLIVE ||•

Prompt: R*ger comes over for dinner.

[TW: !! MENTIONS OF RATTY R*GER !!]
(READ WITH CAUTION!!!)

Reece had not wanted to do this. Neither had Marjorie.

But R*ger had insisted— demanded, really. He wanted to meet his grandchild.

Marjorie had argued. Reece had nearly stabbed the kitchen counter. But Olive, in all her brilliant recklessness, had said, “Fine. Let him see exactly who I am.”

And that had been mistake number one.

Mistake number two was actually letting the man inside.

Now, Reece was watching in real time as his daughter’s patience evaporated like water on hot pavement.

R*ger had barely been there fifteen minutes, and Olive was already two seconds away from absolutely shredding him.

"I just think it's interesting," she said, her voice deceptively sweet, eyes practically glowing with suppressed rage, "how you suddenly want to meet your grandchild when I’ve been alive for eighteen years."

Reece shut his eyes. Here we go.

R*ger scoffed. "You’re being dramatic."

"Oh, I’m dramatic? That’s rich coming from a man who—"

"Olivia."

Reece’s voice cut through the tension like a blade.

Olive turned, eyes wide in betrayal.

"Go to your room."

"Dad—"

"Now."

For a moment, it looked like she might fight him on it. But then, with a sharp inhale, she stood, her chair scraping against the floor as she stomped upstairs.

Silence followed.

R*ger smirked. Reece clenched his fists. Marjorie stabbed her fork way too hard into her plate.

This dinner needed to end.

Upstairs, Olive sat on the edge of her bed, vibrating with rage.

She had so many words— so many insults locked and loaded— and her dad had shut her down.

Fine. If she couldn’t say them at the table, she’d say them anyway.

Throwing open her window, she leaned out and yelled.

"Oh my GOD, I can’t believe I just got sent to my room because my dad is too civilized to let me verbally destroy a pathetic excuse of a man!"

Then—

Crack.

The window screen snapped.

And suddenly, Olive was airborne.

Her life did not flash before her eyes, but she did have enough time to think, Oh. This is really gonna hurt.

And then she hit the ground.

Hard.

For a long moment, she just lay there, staring at the sky.

"...Ow," she muttered.

She sat up slowly, testing her limbs. Nothing broken. Just sore. Great.

No way in hell she was climbing back up.

So, naturally, she rang the doorbell.

Marjorie opened the door first.

She blinked. "Olive?"

Behind her, Reece appeared, looking utterly done. "Why are you—"

Olive sighed. "I fell out the window."

Reece exhaled so hard it could’ve knocked over a house.

"Olive—"

"Technically, the screen broke, then I fell out the window," she clarified. "And before you ask, yes, I was being dramatic."

Marjorie snorted. Reece shot her a look.

"Are you hurt?"

"Mostly my ego."

Marjorie wheezed. Reece dragged a hand down his face.

"Please," Olive continued, "tell me he’s gone."

Reece exhaled. "He left five minutes ago."

Olive grinned. "Great! Then I’ll just go back upstairs. Through the stairs this time."

Marjorie was losing it, shoulders shaking.

Reece just stared after his daughter, questioning every choice that had led to this moment.

"...This is your fault," he muttered to Marjorie.

"My love," she gasped between laughs, "she is your daughter."

Olive, already halfway up the stairs, called back, "Next time, just let me insult him!"

Reece groaned.

Marjorie cackled.

And the evening ended in exactly the way anyone should have expected.

[A/N: Oh look, I'm alive. :')]