By the time (Y/n) had gotten back to DC and was let into the White House, having to go through most steps, she felt numb and just wanted to find her mother.
Once she did she just busted into tears and hugged her mother as her mother whispered soft words of 'it would be okay' and ''the first fights are the worst' as she explained what had happened.
Eventually, all the tears had dried up and she was curled under a blanket in the living room part of the house with a cup of tea and tissue beside her. "Mama," she mumbles, "I shouldn't have left, this was totally a mistake," she says her voice hoars from crying.
Her mother sighs and turns to face her, "Ducky, don't think that. Your father and I just weren't really ready, we still saw you as our little girl, one that didn't need to leave and would stay with us, but it's okay that you needed space. I'm sure it's just one fight, he'll call and you'll make up. That's what makes you a strong couple," her mother tells her.
"But he's so busy and it's not his fault really, I know he gets busy, it's just...always the parties, and it keeps happening, I just miss it when it wasn't like that,"
"Hmm," her mother hums as she scoots to wrap her arms around her, "You know I feel like that sometimes with your father?" she points out.
"What? But you and papa rarely ever fight!" (Y/n) protests.
"That's not so true, just last week we fought, he had meetings to get to, rather important ones,"
"Mama, that's not the same thing. These are social parties, drunk people, high people, not really work-related, even Lin doesn't always go,"
"Alright, but still your father and I agreed when he took this job we'd still have time to ourselves,"
"And you do, I caught you guys acting all cute when I came back to get my books that one time," (Y/n) points out.
"I know, but we still fight, the point is, you have a right to be upset, but you need to be able to talk and let your partner talk too," her mother points out brushing her hair behind her ear, "otherwise both people get hurt,"
(Y/n) sniffles a bit, "Okay..but I'm giving him a cold shoulder at least until next week, I'm still mad at him,"
Her mother let out a small laugh, "That man is going to end up here if you keep quiet that long,"
"Hmmph," (Y/n) mutters as she burrows her face into her blanket.
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The President's Daughter (Daveed Diggs x Reader)
FanfictionA fancy event was being held at the White House, the Hamilton musical was coming and it was all that a few people living there were talking about. Including (Y/n) the president Lawrence Stevens's daughter. She was attending Georgetown University so...
