Jefferson's Secretary

Periods fucking suck?

I'm listening to Alicia Keys version of That Would be Enough for the first time and I'm shook

ANGELICA'S POV

I let my bag fall onto the ground with a loud boom as I got to my desk at work, making other people stare. I didn't care. My stomach hurt so god damn much. I looked like shit.

It's been two weeks since the date.

Laf and John came to my desk, hurriedly, sensing something was wrong. "Darling, what's wrong?" John asked me. I put my face on the desk. "I'm on my fucking period," I mumbled into the desk. I heard Laf sigh. "You poor child." One of them, I assume it's Laf, started to rub my shoulders. "When did you get it?" John asked. "Uh, this morning."

"Ah." He said. "Does the bae know?" I shook my head. I looked up at John. "He won't be getting the good fuck from Angie for a few days." John snorted. "He'll be upset."

"So any other news?" I asked them. They shrugged. "Not really no."

"Alright, see ya later." I waved to them and they left.

Time skip to after work

Eliza had gone back home from her visit to my place, and Maria now lives with her mother and daughter. I had met Susan, her daughter, while I was helping her move. I usually went over to Thomas' house after work. James was barely ever there. We basically live together. I met Thomas by his office door, and we made our way, hand in hand, out the door. Everyone there was used to us by now.

When we got to his house, Thomas pressed me against the wall, kissing me. He moves the kisses to my ear, growing a bit," I can't wait to have a taste of my baby," making me shiver. "T-Tommy...?" My voice was barely a whisper. "Yes darlin'?" He started to kiss my neck, keeping eye contact with me. "I, uh- I-... I can't do this." I squirmed in his tight grip.

"Why baby, what's wrong? Did I do something?" Thomas held my face in his hands. "N-no, of course not, baby, it's just that... I'm... I... uh... I'm on my... woman's time." I blushed. "Oh. Angel, you should've just told me!" He lifted me up and laid me down on the couch.

He rushed into his bathroom, making me wonder what the hell he was doing. "Baby? What are you doing?" I asked loudly. "One second!" He replied.

He came back, only to go right to the kitchen. A few minutes later, he came back with some heating packets, then left again. "Tommyyyyyy come back!" I yelled. "Gimmie a second sweetheart!"

Several minutes later, he came back with hot chocolate, marshmallows, and whipped cream. "Babbbbbyyyy!" He grinned. "Here you go darlin'." He sat next to me, only to lift me up and put me on his lap. I snuggled against him, sipping the hot chocolate. "Can we watch The Hunchback of Notre Dame?" I mumbled, glancing back at him. "Of course baby." He got up and quickly put it in the DVD player, and got back under me.

I sang along quietly with the songs, knowing them all by heart. It was one of my favorite Disney movies (it's the animated one, okay?) of all time. "Hey, that Esmeralda is like you." I hummed, "how?"

"The finest girl in France." I rolled my eyes. "I'm not in France."

"Hm, still. Oh, you should be Esmeralda for Halloween. We could do a couple thing." He suggested. "You'd be Frollo then?" I teased. "Oh shush." He chuckled. "Yeah, but really, I'm not really feeling Esmeralda." I felt Thomas nod. "Okay. We should still do a couple costume, though."