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To say you'd been having a rough day would be an understatement. Your alarm didn't go off this morning – making you not only late to start the day but also making Kamala stop the work she was doing to come wake you up.
When you finally got the day started, you spilled an entire cup of hot coffee on your freshly cleaned white blouse, causing you to have to go back to you and the president's home to change. Which also in turn made you late for a very important meeting with Kamala and the staff. And even though she didn't seem upset, there was a nagging, insecure feeling that the older woman was losing her patience.
But the icing on the cake was when Kamala snapped at you after a rough phone call with a congressman. You know she didn't do it on her purpose, her emotions high from the upsetting conversation – but that was the last straw.
You barged into her office, not thinking to knock in case there was someone else in there. "Can I go home?"
"W-what" her face showing deep confusion
"Can I go home"
"Why?" concern lingering in her voice
"Kamala please...I just want to go home" your voice wavering for a slight moment.
"I-I guess" she sighed, seemingly picking you apart with her eyes, trying to understand why you wanted to leave.
"See you tonight, love you"
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By the time you got home, keeping your emotions in check was the last thing you cared about. Hot tears streamed down your face as you got out of your work clothes. By the time you'd gotten to the bedroom, your breathing was faster than usual.
You shouldn't have left work. You should've stayed with Kamala. Now you're suffering the consequences of letting your insecurities ruin your day.
The first person you could think to call was Jess, Kamala's bodyguard and good friend of you both. "Hello?" came her voice
"I need Kamala" you wheezed, sobs ripping from your throat. You heard Jess curse, hearing her heavy footsteps before her voice came through the phone demanding to see Kamala.
"Honey?" came Kamala's voice
You tried desperately to respond, but the only sound released were your sobs. "What's going on sweetie?" her voice dripping with concern. "I need you" desperate, pleading cries leaving your mouth
She cursed, rustling coming from the other side of the phone, "I need to go home. Now" she demanded to whoever else was in the room.
You found yourself choking on your sobs, making it harder and harder to breathe as the minutes passed. "Baby...hey listen to me alright? Where are you?"
"B-bedroom"
"Is my sweatshirt still on the bed?" her voice calm, knowing that if she sounded nervous or worked up it would make you feel worse. "Y-yeah" you whimpered, furiously wiping the tears from your face.
"Why don't you put that on for me? And if you feel comfortable enough right now, lay on my side of the bed? I'm almost there baby"
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You didn't know how much time had passed before she came rushing into the bedroom, finding you curled up on her side of the bed. Tears still flowing, but your breathing less fast.
"I'm here" she slipped into bed behind you, wrapping her arms around your shaking frame
Even in your state of fog and stress you noticed the difference in clothing that she was wearing compared to what she was wearing to work. Instead of her usual pantsuit she was now in sweatpants and one of her Howard sweatshirts. "I'm here. You're okay, everything is okay" her voice soft in the way that was reserved just for you.
You let yourself relax into her hold, focusing on her steady breathing and the soft kisses she placed against your cheek. "Everything went wrong" you hiccuped – forcing yourself to keep breathing slowly.
Kamala made a questioning noise behind you, letting her hand slide across your stomach underneath the sweatshirt you were wearing. "This morning. Not-nothing was right...and th-then you snapped at me" you whispered the last part.
You could feel Kamala's body tense at the realization that her reaction earlier in the day wasn't fair to you. "I'm sorry honey...I promise I didn't mean to hurt you. I was so caught up in my frustrations and work that I didn't stop to realize how my words might've hurt you"
You accepted her apology, turning to face her.
Kamala formed a pout at your red, puffy eyes, and red nose – the most obvious signs of when you'd been crying. "I'm sorry...I should've communicated what I was feeling instead of running" you whispered, exhaustion evident in the drooping of your eyes and raspiness of your voice.
"We can both do better next time. However, let's put this conversation to rest. Let yourself relax"
Listening to her words, you let yourself breathe peacefully, sinking into her protective and comforting embrace. "Stay"
"I will"
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i'm back (somewhat). still in deep denial that kamala lost, but i also have this nagging feeling that she's about to do something that'll change the entirety of this election.
but as always, i hope you liked this one. if you have any suggestions, leave them in the comments as i need more things to write about (i love writing comfort pics)
