Harris Stories

Too Much

If Kamala could, she would work herself into the ground - and Bailey knew it.

They hadn't seen each other for the past week, only calling at night to get a quick goodnight in, and send each other to bed with 'I love you' . So Bailey wasn't able to keep high tabs on the President like she usually would.

But when she got a seemingly flustered called from Kamala's newer assistant, genuinely worried that the woman was going to work herself into sickness, Bailey knew there needed to be some interference.

So she flew home from her almost two week long conference, everyone understanding the simple phrase "family matters" especially when it came to her relationship regarding the President - and hoped that whatever she came face to face with was semi-easy to manage.

It was not.

Entering Kamala's office was like entering the aftermath of a tornado. Papers strewn on every surface, coffee mugs sitting on her desk...and Kamala. Who definitely denied the cleaning team access over the past week.

The older woman hadn't even noticed that Bailey was in the room, so engrossed in the documents she was analyzing and taking notes on. "Baby" called Bailey softly, not wanting to startle her. Kamala's eyes shot yo instantly at the sound of her lovers voice, a smile easily gracing her face - one of pure love and exhaustion. "Hi love" Kamala spoke quietly, her voice raspier than usual.

Smiling, Bailey moved closer to where Kamala was seated, leaning down to give her the kiss she'd been waiting on for almost two weeks. Once they pulled apart, Kamala's attention immediately focused back on the documents, asking the woman about her trip and the conference..and also wondering why she was back so early. "It was good...but a little birdy told me that you've been in here for the past week working yourself to death. Haven't been eating much of what the chefs bring to you" Bailey frowned.

Shrugging Kamala's attention briefly shifted to Bailey before locking back on the task she was doing, "just have to get this done. No need to worry". And Bailey knew that dismissive tone, meant it was exceeding time for a brain break. So quietly, Bailey began cleaning the office, putting all of the mugs on a table for cleaning crew to grab, and putting whatever documents seemed to match in titles together. Once finished cleaning what she could, her attention shifted back to Kamala. How am I gonna get her to stop working?

"Babe...let's have some us time yeah? Maybe go upstairs and relax?"

"Mm...I have to finish these documents up and then we can"

Moving closer to where she was seated, Bailey lifted the woman's chin. "You need to take a break Kamala. Your assistant called a little scared saying you'd been working yourself into the ground all week. You're gonna make yourself sick love". All you got in response was a head shake. This is gonna be hard.

Seeing as talking to her wasn't working, the next best thing would be to actually remove her from the work. Silently you reached forward to remove the pen she was holding from her grip, as well as the notebook sitting on her lap. "Bailey what are you doing?" She asked. Instead of responding, you continued to pile the documents up on her desk, planning to have her sort them later or sorted by the assistant.

"Bailey seriously I need to finish my work, please stop" her tone sharper than usual, a sign of stress. "You can finish it tomorrow. Right now you need a break". "Bailey!" but you cut her off, "Kamala no. You are taking a break. I will not allow you to work yourself to death" your tone leaving no room for discussion.

Instead of a response, Kamala ran out.

Fuck.

You couldn't run after her, as she had been too fast, so you waited. Waited to hear from either her assistant or guards that they had seen her. But when that response came through, the last thing you wanted to hear was that she wasn't in a good state.

"She went into the south wing grand conference room...didn't look good at all" read the text from her assistant.

So Bailey quickly made her way to the south wing, stopping to announce her presence, before entering the room. "Kamala?" She called out, waiting for a response. Instead she heard harsh breathing coming from the back, before Kamala rushed through pulling harshly at the neckline of her clothing, her face red with tears streaming down it.

"Hey hey hey, okay. Come here baby" your instincts immediately on a rise to help her in anyway possible.

"Off" she choked out, barely able to speak as she got more worked up. "I got it my love, just hold on. Try to take some deep breaths. Remember what we practiced?"

Bailey tried as quickly as possible to unbutton the top part of her shirt, hoping to at least make it feel like she had the ability to breathe. "Alright alright, buttons are undone, let's sit, yes?"

"I can-can't b-brea-" Kamala heaved out.

Bailey knew if she didn't get her calm soon enough she'd make herself sick, and with the route we were going, it seemed as if that would happen. Luckily there was a trash can right next to us, so if anything were to happen - we'd be alright.

"Kamala, look at me" Bailey said , her response being to shake her head, desperately trying to calm herself down. "Look at me Kam" she said sternly.

Her eyes snapped to mine, her hand rubbing against her chest as her entire body shook. However before Bailey could say anything else, her body jerked forward, almost as if she was gagging.

"Fuck are you gonna be sick?"

Bailey grabbed the trash can, putting it under her chin. When she jerked forward again, the can was ready to catch the content of whatever she'd had that day, which was barely anything.

"Get it out baby...I'm right here. I got you I promise"

It hurt to see her continuously cry, but it was obvious that she had finally cracked under the pressure of all the work she'd been doing the past two weeks.

When Kamala seemed to be done, Bailey sat her back against the couch, coaching her through calming down. And though it took longer than she would've liked, Bailey was able to eventually calm Kamala down enough to talk a bit.

Bailey could see on the older woman's face that she felt bad for the panic attack and her overall reaction to the help Bailey was trying to provide earlier. "Don't apologize. You've been under a lot of pressure and you cracked. That's okay. You know I'm here to support you all the time. I don't want an apology for anything that happened today. I just want you to rest okay?"

"Okay" came Kamala's soft voice, more raspy than it had ever been.

"Let's get you a little bit of food and then we can take a nap" their lips connecting in a light kiss before Bailey helped steady Kamala as they walked to the elevators.

So, they spent the rest of the day together. Kamala was able to keep a little bit of food down, took an extremely long nap, and relaxed as the day continued.

This was what she needed most

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hi hiiiii. i'm so happy to finally be putting this out there. i've been debating whether or not i want to start writing again, so i decided to do it with my favorite lady, kamala harris :)

i hope you like this one and if you have any recs, drop them :)