Marshall and Scarlette were driven home in an unnecessarily luxurious limo and headed to Scarlette's room. Marshall wasn't stupid. He knew he promised Scarlette he would tell her about his past and his story. But he was scared. What if she looked at him different because of it? What if his past made her fall out of love with him? Marshall shook himself. No. He promised he would do it. And he will.

When they got into Scarlette's room, Marshall was the first to speak. "Okay Scarlette... I promised I'd tell you, and I will. You may want to sit down." She sat down as told. Marshall took a deep breath, ran a hand through his hair and started speaking.

"My family... Isn't the best... I have one older brother, and a younger sister. I had to leave my family because my alcoholic father wouldn't let me study because I was the one who had tp bring in the dough along with my older brother. He's 20 and my little sister's three. My mother on the other hand takes care of all of us... I left that house because... I couldn't stand it y'know? I wouldn't get anywhere if I stayed in that house... So I just... Walked around looking for worj until your dad saw me one day. I was sitting on the sidewalk with a piece of cardboard saying 'I need work' and your father said; "Get up. I have work for you." And a day later, I was introduced to you... And then almost a month later, you became my girlfriend... So... Technically speaking, your father is a miracle. He gave me a job and introduced me to you..."

After all of that, Marshall let out a shaky breath, trying hard not to cry in front of his girl, ultimately failed as a few stray tears fell down his cheeks. Scarlette immediatelty jumped up to him and kissed the tears away slowly.

"Shh... Marshall, it's okay... You're with me now... It's all gonna be okay." Shee cooed softly. "It's okay..."

Marshall remained silent and hugged her. "I love you Scarlette."

"I love you too Marshall." For almost an hour, they remained that way until a knock on the door sounded.

"Scarlette? We received that your work was done and it was good. We need you to email to us a copy of your advertising. ASAP. Okay? Thanks." Her mother's shrill, sharp voice said.

"Y-yes mom." Was the quiet reply. Footstep were then heard walking away from her room.

Scarlette sighed and kissed Marshall. "Baby... I love you. And your past is the past for a reason..."

"So... You don't mind that my past is like that?" Marshall asked, whispering as he pulled her closer to him.

She shook her head softly. "Marshall... That doesn't matter to me at all. What matters is that you're here now and you're safe. With me. And I love you. Okay?"

Marshall couldn't reply. He simply hugged her and buried his head in her chest.

"I love you too babygirl." He said, though muffled by her chest.

She smiled in a way you could describe as maternal. "Okay Marshall... All better now?" He nodded gently. "Could you get your face out of my boobs?" He shook his head.

"It's comfy... And soft." He said, hugging her tighter. She giggled.

"Marshall, I need to work..." She said, pulling herself back and running her hands throuh his hair. "Next time. Okay?" Marshall pouted.

"Okay."

With that, Scarlette left the room to work with her parents. Marshall felt relieved as a weight was lifted from his chest and his heart swelled with joy. 'I think...' He said to himself internally. 'I think I finally found my true love.'

▪○●□■♤♡♢♧ I know it's short but it's cute in a way and I'm in a very fluffy mood. This chapter was solely for Marshall to recount his past haha... But don't worry... Marshall's past will be more included in later chapters. Bye bye, lovelies ;) ▪○●□■♤♡♢♧