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i feel like angie and rafael are often underrated. they’re my one of my favorites especially rafael. it’s really funny because he’s kind of like both of my parents combined! he sounds just like how my dad speaks english (he hardly does but when he speaks english he has a heavy accent too) and it brings me so much comfort. angie is more relaxed and a good mother figure in my eyes and seems to love her husband very much. though i didn’t grow up with my parents together, i do appreciate 100% their relationship with each other.

You sat on Tom’s lap at his desk, straddling him. Your fingers ran through the curls at the back of his head, twisting it around your index finger and then letting it unravel into a small and bouncy curl. His hands roamed your back, squeezing your hips as he placed a delicate kiss on your neck. 

“Tommy?” 

“Yes, love?” 

You sighed and then pulled away from him, placing your hands on his face. 

“We’re coming up to a year next week. I can’t believe that we’ve been with each other for almost a year.” You smile, sweet memories filling your head like a large, fluffy cloud. “I love you, Tom.” 

He smiled and hummed, pulling you closer to him. However, your smile faltered as he didn’t respond to your ‘I love you’. He never did - not even once during your relationship. 

“Are you okay?” You said slowly, looking into his sharp brown eyes for clarity. 

“Yeah, of course.” He smiled weakly. There seemed to be a bit of guilt hidden in his dark irises, but you always ignored it. “So, what do you want to do today?” A smirk formed on his face as he leaned back into your neck, leaving wet kisses down to your collarbone. 

“Well, I was thinking that we could maybe-” 

“Tommy?” 

Your eyes snapped open and glared at Tom who stopped what he was doing, his deathly grip loosening. You looked over your shoulder, as did the mobster before he pushed you off of him so you fell onto the floor. Your head thumped, blood rushing to your brain. 

“Darling!” He said, panic in his voice. You sat up and saw a woman in the doorway wearing an expensive black dress, clutching onto her purse. Her blonde hair was combed into a tight bun at the top of her head. She probably just came back from work, definitely not expecting this. 

“Darling?” You repeated, standing up and rubbing the back of your head. 

“Who are you?” The woman asked, sadness and shock evident in her tone. 

“Who are you?” You asked, eyes trailing down to her hand which was holding onto her purse for dear life. On her ring finger proudly sat a diamond ring that shone brightly against the sunlight that was glaring through the curtains. “Oh.” You whispered, realizing that she must have been his wife. 

“T-Tom, explain to me what’s going on?” She croaked, dropping her purse and holding onto the doorframe for stability. 

“I-I…” His voiced trailed off once his eyes locked with your sad ones. 

“Is this the reason why you never said you loved me? Why you never talked about marriage or kids with me?” 

Tom sighed and nodded, unable to look at the pair of you. 

“Yeah. I didn’t mean to do this to you. I-I wanted to tell you at some point.” His voice broke. 

“I was in love with you, Tom. You meant the fucking world to me. But, apparently I’m nothing but a side-bitch to you.” You yelled, grabbing your purse and phone that was sat on the desk. “How could you do that to me? To us? Your girlfriend and-and wife.” 

“I’m sorry.”