Ariana Grande Imagines

Acceptance of Choice

(This happened to my friend and I wanted to write about it. Also in this story Y/N is 5'2 and Ariana is 5'5.)

Y/N POV:

I sat on the comfortable leather couch as people came and went from my wife's meet and greet.

We were coming through the last of the group when a young girl, around the age of 16, walked in. She had short ginger hair with bright green eyes and many freckles. I scanned her face and immediately noticed she was distressed and uncomfortable. I glanced at Ariana and saw that she too knew something was wrong.

"Hi sweetie, you look down. May I ask what happened?" She said, leaning down to the girls height. 

She sniffed and looked down, tears welling up in her eyes.

"M-my dad found out I was l-lesbian this morning, and h-he threatened to put me up for a-adoption." 

My eyes widened and I put my hand to my mouth. A sixteen year old?! For adoption!? Whoever her dad is, they are insane. Ariana had the same expression I had, but what she said next surprised me.

"I know someone who had a father like that, hell I used to be friends with her dad." She said while hugging the girl.

"R-really?" 

"Yeah. He didn't want to have anything to do with her when she told him she was bisexual. She, well, she was depressed and broken, but I asked her something that changed her life."

The girl raised an eyebrow while I smiled, knowing the answer.

"I asked: 'Will you marry me?'" Ariana said, mimicking opening a ring box. 

The young girl giggled and hugged my wife again. She bid her goodbye and left the room with a bright face. I sighed and closed my eyes, just to reopen them when a soft hand brushed my cheek.

Ariana smiled down at me and sat down next to me. I grinned and jumped into her lap, sitting on her thighs. I leaned down and kissed her, relishing her soft lips. 

"Hmmm." She said, hugging my waist.

I pulled away and snuggled into her neck, sighing. She played with my hair and squeezed my hips.

"Thanks babe." I mumbled into her skin.

"For what?" Ari questioned, kissing my earlobe.

"For telling that girl my story, our story."  

She breathed out and held onto me securely. I pressed into her warmth and smiled into her skin. I heard a knock on the door and someone say that Ariana needed to head to her dressing room but she didn't budge. 

"Of course I told her about you. Her dad needs to learn about acceptance of choice." She replied, patting my butt.

I hummed and closed my eyes, kissing the nape of her neck. This was why I knew Ariana was the one when we first met at that stupid sailor bar.

I love her.