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Something Sweet •|| MARJOREECE ||•

Prompt: It's just a sweet morning with Marjorie and Reece.

Marjorie Knight woke up to the smell of vanilla and cinnamon wafting through the house, the soft crackle of a radio playing some old indie tune in the background. It took her a minute to register where she was—  half tangled in the duvet, one of Reece’s ridiculously soft hoodies drowning her, sunlight peeking through the half-open curtains.

The other side of the bed was empty, but still warm.

She stretched, yawned, and padded barefoot towards the kitchen.

There he was— Reece, her absolute godsend of a husband, humming along to the radio in a pair of flannel pyjama bottoms and nothing else. Hair a chaotic mess, but moving around the kitchen like he owned the place. Which, technically, he did.

On the counter was a spread fit for a hotel brunch: stacks of golden pancakes, crispy bacon, bowls of fresh berries, a tiny pot of honey, and a couple of steaming mugs of coffee.

“You’re amazing,” Marjorie announced, leaning against the doorframe, grinning.

Reece turned with a grin so bright it could’ve powered the whole block. “Morning, gorgeous. I made breakfast.”

“I can see that, show-off.” Marjorie replied with a laugh.

He shrugged, unbothered, and slid a plate towards her. “You said you had that nightmare again last night. Thought you deserved something nice.”

Marjorie’s stomach did a little somersault, and it wasn’t because of hunger. She looked away for a second, swallowing past the lump in her throat. “You’re such a sap.”

“Yeah, well. You married me.”

She snorted, taking a seat at the tiny table while he set another plate down for himself. “Poor life choices.”

“Cheeky.” He said with a wink that made her cheeks heat up a little.

They ate together, feet brushing under the table, and Reece was a bloody menace about it too— stealing berries from her plate, putting extra syrup on her pancakes when she wasn’t looking, slipping a warm hand onto her knee when he thought she wasn’t paying attention.

At one point, he got up to refill her coffee and came back with a tiny white flower in his hand, probably nicked from the windowsill plant.

“For you,” he said with a grin that could’ve melted the polar ice caps.

Marjorie rolled her eyes, but took it anyway. “You’re ridiculous.”

“And you love it.”

She did. God, she really did.

And in that tiny kitchen, with the sunlight turning his hair to gold and the house smelling like syrup and coffee and home, Marjorie thought maybe— just maybe— she wouldn’t change a thing.

[A/N: Short one for now because I'm still slowly but surely getting my motivation to write back :).]

[A/N: BmKnight Hopefully this makes your day a teeny bit better, my love! xx]