Curvy Secret- PMSing and Stressing
Heyyy back with another check in for our fave couple. came up with this idea a few weeks ago and decided to do it for CS, so enjoy.
WARNINGS: talks of period, couple arguing, cursing, that's really it.
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wc: 1,402
Everything was pissing you off. Harry put the toilet roll on the opposite way it is supposed to go. The kids left their toys out. Traffic was unbelievably slow today. Nothing was making you happy.
To top it all off, dinner was taking forever to cook. It was kind of your fault because you didn’t defrost the meat in time, but you had a million other things to do that day.
Even Harry coming in the door didn’t cheer you up. He greeted the kids first, kissing them, and making sure no diapers needed to be changed.
Then, a few minutes later, he walked into the kitchen to greet you. “Hello, my love. How was your day?” he asked, giving you a quick peck.
“How was my day?” you scoffed. “Horrible! Just horrible. This house is so disorganized. Everyone was taking a Sunday drive with their grandmoms today and this damn meat won’t cook.” You were on the verge of tears.
“Whoa, honey. It’s ok!” Harry walked over to you and pulled you into a tight hug. You didn’t reciprocate. “The house looks great, babe. ‘M sorry about the traffic. Want me to help with anything?”
“No!” You slammed your hands down on the counter. “I’m fine! Just go take your shower.”
Harry unwrapped his arms from you, not saying anything. “Ok,” he whispered. “‘M here if yeh change your mind.”
You ignored him and tried to cook the meat. After Harry’s shower, he came back into the kitchen, drying his hair on a towel. The meat was looking more brown. “‘S looking better babe! See?”
You rolled your eyes. “Better? Geez. Thanks.”
“I didn’t mean it in a mean way. I was trying to be encouraging.”
“Whatever.”
Harry just shrugged and went back to the living room to play with the kids.
“Papa, is dinnertime soon?” Dessie asked.
“Not sure, honey. Mum’s having a rough time with it right now.”
“Can I help her?” she asked.
Harry smiled. “I think she’d rather yeh stay in here and play, but yer sweet for offering,” he kissed her on her forehead.
“M’kay,” Dessie threw his arms around Harry. “Come play with us Papa!”
Harry got down on the ground and played dolls with Dessie and Robyn until dinner was ready.
About 20 minutes later, you slammed the spaghetti and meatballs on the table. “Here. Enjoy.”
Harry dished out plates for the kids while you sat there with your head in your hands. He dished out your plate before he dished out his. He even got up and poured you a glass of wine before he dug into his food.
Harry rubbed your back and you sighed. “Thanks, babe. It looks delicious.”
“It better be. I spent too f’ing long on it,” you said.
“Mum, what’s f’ing mean?” Robyn asked.
“Nothing you need to worry about, Robbie,” Harry said, giving you wide eyes. “Eat your food. Yer mum spent a long time on it, so say thank you.”
The kids all thanked you and then dug in. Harry didn’t touch his food. He continued to rub your back. “You ok?” he whispered in your ear.
You took your glass of wine, got up from the table, and stormed off.
“Where momma go?” Eddie asked.
“I think she had to go potty, Eddie. It’s ok.”
Harry looked down the hallway and saw your bedroom door closed. “Cuse me one second, my loves. Papa will be right back.”
Harry snuck down the hall and into your bedroom. You were sitting on the bed, wine glass in your hand, and tears running down your face. Harry ran to you immediately, kneeling in front of you. “Please, tell me what’s wrong, darling.”
“I don’t know,” you shook your head. “You need to go watch the kids though or there will be spaghetti all over the walls.”
“They’re fine,” he said. “I’m worried about you right now.”
“I’ve just had a stressful day,” you shrugged.
You’ve had stressful days before, but it’s never led you to lash out at Harry like this.
“Are yeh mad at me for something?” Harry asked.
“Not directly. I’m just mad at the world,” you chuckled.
Harry smirked. “How long ago was your last period?” he asked.
“Har, I’m not in the mood for sex tonight. Geez.”
“No no. How long ago was it?”
“I don’t know like 4 weeks ago. OH!”
He nodded. “Yer just PMSing. Will probably get it tonight or tomorrow.”
You sighed, taking a long sip of your wine. “Gosh. I’m such a bitch.”
“No, you’re not,” Harry shook his head.
“I was so mean to you and you were just trying to help.”
“It’s alright, love,” he said, reaching up and wiping away a tear. “I get it.”
You began to cry. Harry tsk’d and wrapped you in a hug. He kissed your forehead and rocked you back and forth. “Was I this mean when I was pregnant?” you asked.
“Uh….”
You hit his arm lightly, smirking. “I’m sorry. For all of it.”
“Don’t be sorry. Hormones are weird,” he cooed in your ear.
Your breath caught in your throat as you let out a sob. “You’re the best husband and father ever.”
“‘S cause I got the best wife and kids ever.”
You sighed. “I try.”
“You are. The absolute best. And you chose me and that’s something I don’t take for granted every day,” Harry said.
Well, now he was just making you cry on purpose. Harry gave you a kiss and led you out to the kitchen to go eat.
“Mommyyyyy!” Robyn said, throwing her arms up.
“Hi, baby,” You smiled.
There was no spaghetti on the walls, in anyone’s hair, or on the floor. Just a little on the table from where they dribbled. You had the best kids in the world. Despite how hard it was, you wouldn’t trade this for anything.
You sat down and Harry refilled your wine glass. You all ate dinner, laughing and smiling. When dinner was done, Harry cleaned up. “Go take a nice bath,” he said, kissing your temple.
“I can’t. I have to watch the kids and do laundry and-.”
“Go.”
“But-.”
“I’ve got it,” he said, loading the dishes into the dish washer.
“Thank you,” you sighed.
“You’re welcome.” Harry pulled you close and gave you a kiss. “I just want you to be happy.”
“Everyday I’m married to you, I’m happy, even if I don’t always show it,” you said.
“Fuck. Me too,” Harry sighed. “I love you, baby.”
“I love you too.”
You went into the bathroom and took a nice hot, bubble bath. It relaxed you a lot, especially since you felt your cramps starting to kick in.
You almost fell asleep after an hour, but woke up when you heard the kids’ loud voices. You got out of the tub, and drained it. You peeked out of the door and saw Harry wrangling the kids for bed, which was causing them to giggle loudly as he picked them up and tickled them.
Sighing in content, you walked into your bedroom and got dressed. After you were dressed and dried your hair, Harry walked into the bedroom after getting the kids into bed. “Thank you for putting them to bed.”
“Of course, baby,” he said, walking behind you and squeezing your hips. “Always here. How are you feeling?”
“Better,” you nodded.
“Good,” Harry said as he brushed his teeth.
“I think you’re right, by the way,” you said, leaning against the counter.
Harry nearly choked on his toothbrush. He spit out the toothpaste. “Sorry. Did yeh just say I was right?”
You smirked. “It’s not that shocking.”
“I just don’t hear it that often,” he shrugged. “What was I right about?” he asked, wrapping you in his arms.
“My period is definitely coming. I feel crampy.”
“See? Told you. I know you like the back of my hand,” he smiled.
“Mmmm.”
“Want to get into bed and I can get yeh a heating pad and we’ll snuggle up and watch TV until we fall asleep?” Harry rubbed his hands on your stomach.
You jumped into his arms. “I picked the right man.”
He hummed. “And I picked the sexiest, kindest, most caring, sassiest woman out there.”
You giggled. “Sorry for the sassiness.”
Harry shrugged. “I kind of like it.”
“Mmmm. And sorry again for earlier.”
“Don’t fret. Come on. Let’s get into bed.”
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