Marjoreece Oneshots

All Week

"He," she paused to take a deep breath, feeling herself getting worked up, "He hasn't spoken a word to me all week and he has avoided me all week."
"Marj."
"What if he is cheating Mia? What if I lose him? I can't lose him. He's all I have. He makes me feel safe. I can't lose him," Marjorie said, her voice cracking with raw emotion, her eyes desperately holding back tears. Her throat felt like a tight vice was closing around it, making it harder and harder to speak.
"Marjorie I am sure he isn't cheating. Something else is going on. I will find out. Don't tell anyone I said this, but I won't let him hurt you, you deserve better," Mia comforted her.
"I love him. I just want a hug," Marjorie cried, the tears impossible to stop.
"I will sort him out. Come here."

Mia wrapped Marjorie in a hug, holding her tight. She normally wouldn't, but the poor woman needed to know she had someone in her corner. And Mia would always be there.
"Baby I- Mia?"
"Hey sweetheart. You okay?" Mia replied casually, as if the manager wasn't sobbing into her chest.
"Is she-?"
"She's okay. She just needed someone. Are you alright baby?" Mia kept it brief, turning her attention back to her girlfriend.
"Yeah I was just coming to say my shift is finished and we can head home. But we won't leave yet. It's fine, do you want me to give you some space or?" Charlotte was confused but respectful, this wasn't her business.
"Marj, do you want a hug from Char?" Mia asked, to which she received a nod.
Marjorie walked over to her longest best friend, embracing her hard. Charlotte could feel the built up emotions and tension in her body.
"It's okay Marj. You aren't alone."

Reece pulled into the car park, unbeknownst to what was happening inside the nursery. He typed in the code, walking in to go and pick his girlfriend up.
He entered the office, looking to see Marjorie half asleep against Charlotte's shoulder, and Mia sta next to them on her phone. The couple looked up as he walked in, Mia throwing her phone down and marching over to him.

"How fucking dare you! You, Reece Knight, are a big fucking dick. Not uttering a word to your girlfriend for a week, ignoring and avoiding her the whole time. She thinks you're cheating! She has felt so alone! You better start fucking explaining yourself, otherwise you will find out just how fucking angry I am at you!" Mia yells in his face, standing toe to toe with him.
"Amelia," Charlotte warns, making sure her redhead doesn't get too riled up.
"I haven't- not on purpose- is she?" Reece's words stumbled out of his mouth faster than his mind can keep up.
"English please."
"I haven't done it on purpose. Is she okay?"
"Take a look. Does she look okay to you dumbass?"
"Okay no. But I didn't mean it. It was never intended to come across as cheating."
"Oh, what was it supposed to look like then?" Mia was only getting more and more heated.
"Roger got to me! He told me I had to break things off with her, that the Van Gould family was too much for him. He said if I didn't I was risking the lives of everyone else I knew. He came for you, and Aut. It felt like I had no choice. I thought if I stopped talking to her it would make it easier, but it's been agony. To watch the woman I love go through this, to know I'm the one putting her through this. I can't take it, that's why I came here. I came to apologise, to explain to her. To hope I didn't already lose her, that she can forgive me. I can't live in a world where she isn't mine," Reece explains, his throat feeling like it was ripping itself apart with every word.

Mia takes a step back, not expecting that explanation at all. She looked back to Charlotte, seeing Marjorie sat up and awake now.
"This isn't my place anymore. Marjorie?" Mia said, stepping completely away.
"I-I- Reece, I don't know what you want me to say? I mean, you were going to break up with me? After everything. The countless 'I love you more' arguments, the date nights we didn't care where they were as long as we were together, the slow and easy mornings we have. You were just going to get rid of it all?" Marjorie choked on her own words, memories flooding through her mind.
"Marjorie I would never have done it. I couldn't. This week had been painful, not being able to whisper in your ear before you go to sleep, not being able to be there when you wake up. I couldn't do it, it had physically hurt me. I can't imagine the pain I've put you through. I'm so sorry."
"Reece-" Marjorie looked to Mia, needing a sign of encouragement but also comfort, which she received, "I hate him," she mumbled, getting up and walking over to him. "I hate your father so fucking much," she said, pulling him in for a hug.

His arms shot around her waist, pulling her infinitely closer. He had gone a week without her touch, he wouldn't go any longer. Her arms came around his neck, allowing her head to rest on his shoulder. She had gone a week without the feeling of his body against her, she needed to make up for lost time.
"I'm so sorry, never again will I let him come between us," he whispered in her ear.

Mia cleared her throat, making the couple jump slightly. They separated their hug, but Marjorie kept a tight hold of his hand. She wasn't ready to completely let go of him just yet.
"Sorry, but that, that was enough to make me vomit for the next year," Mia said, resuming her usual sarcastic role.
"Amelia be nice! Five minutes ago, you were ready to fight Reece to the death to protect Marjorie," Charlotte said, making her way next to her girlfriend, taking a hold of her hand.
"We don't speak a word of that to anyone. But, secretly, I'm glad you two have made up."
"Us too. Thank you Mia, I never thought out of everyone you would be the one coming to my defence, but I'm glad you did. Thank you," Marjorie said, letting go of Reece's hand to hug Mia one last time.
"Don't mention it. Seriously, do not mention it."

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Hi my lovelies. Hope everyone is okay, doing well. Hope everyone had a good halloween! So new chapter, came to me about 20 minutes ago. I'm meant to be asleep, I have college in the morning. But this was too good not to write, and I have been trying to write for this book for a while and no good ideas, so even if the first good one I have comes to me seconds before I fall sleep, I have to write it. This one was slightly better written, like it felt more 'poetic' to write if you can class it as that. There was a lot more descriptive language written, especially when it came to converting emotions, which I loved writing. It felt like a nice little way to gradually get back into it.
Anyways, hope you enjoyed, look after yourselves, love you alll!!
- J <3