Lauren Jauregui Imagines

Maybe You Could Use Some R&R (3)

Maybe You Could Use Some R&R (3)

“Hi bebé," Lauren smiled as her wife walked through. The smile vanished, however, as Y/N slammed the door shut and took her coat off without a single word of acknowledgement leaving her wife's lips. “What's wrong Y/N? Did something happen at work?" She asked though she pretty much knew the answer.

“That fucking hijo de tu puta!" (son of a bitch) Y/N shouted. She was definitely stressed beyond belief when she walked through the front door swearing and flushed in the face. “That cock sucker bumped up the time for us to have everything finished. Instead of giving us two months like we had planned, he's giving us until the end of this month in two weeks. Two fucking weeks Lauren!"

“Oh my God bebé," Lauren went to wrap her arms around her wife who for the first time in the history of their relationship rejected her touch. “Cariño (Honey)? What did I do?"

“Good God Lauren, weren't you listening to me at all?" Y/N chastised. “I just told you the pressure I'm under at work and you think you did something?"

“Bebé, I was just trying to — "

“Whatever Lauren, I'm going to the guest room. I need to get a jump start on all this work we're two months behind on."

Lauren had never seen this side of Y/N, and although she understood the insane amount of pressure her client was putting her under, it didn't completely excuse Y/N's rude and unusual behavior. She still had yet to actually say hi to Lauren.

“Wait Y/N," she grabbed Y/N's hand and smiled a bit when Y/N didn't pull away. “What about dinner? You should eat something first and maybe try talking to me instead of shouting. You never know, I might be able to help you."

“I'm not hungry and you aren't my fucking mother Lauren. Stop sniping m annoying me and treating me like your child. Goddamn."

Y/N stormed away leaving Lauren completely dumbfounded and hurt. Her wife never talked to her like this and all of a sudden...

Lauren couldn't help the tears that fell from her eyes and found herself growing more and more upset with Y/N. She had only ever made Lauren cry in happiness throughout their relationship, but tonight was a completely different story. Y/N had seemingly turned into some sort of work crazed devil that took out all of her anger on the one person that didn't deserve any of it.

“Lauren! Where's my phone? Don't tell​ me you're — oh fuck. No no no. Bebé, are you crying?" The business woman didn't even see the angry slap coming. The impact was so powerful that it nearly sent her across the room.

“Sí! Of course I'm crying you cold hearted puta! You wouldn't even acknowledge my fucking presence before now! I've always been in your corner Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N and you know I have! I love you with all my heart, but right now I can't even stand to look at you."

Y/N sat there on the floor from Lauren's harsh slap that left her frozen and felt herself start to cry though she deserved everything Lauren had said and done. She hadn't meant to ignore and disrespect Lauren. She was only stressed because of this one client that could make or break everything she and Dinah worked so hard to build for their families. If this deal didn't go right, there was a chance she and Dinah would be demoted from their own company by the board of directors.

Still, she had work to do that ensured she never had to come home like this again. The lingering smell of one of her favorite dishes: sautéed sausage with pasta, peppers, and onion was cooling off on the stove along with buttermilk biscuits that Lauren had almost perfected from her.