He (Muke Fic)

Chapter Six

December 21, 2013

Well, that wasn’t completely awkward in any way at all, nope.

Michael groaned at the soft knock on his bedroom door, rolling out of bed to open it. His mother was standing in front of him, smiling nervously.

“Can I talk to you?”

Michael’s body seized up, and he forced out a slow breath.

“Uhm-”

The doorbell rang, and Michael looked at the time, shaking his head.

“Actually, I think Luke just got here.”

“Good.”

Michael nodded absentmindedly, heading out of his room to the front door to let Luke in.

“Hi.”

Luke smiled, kissing Michael as he took his hoodie off.

“Hi. Is your mum home, or should I order pizza so you have dinner?”

Michael smiled, shaking his head.

“No, she’s home.”

Luke nodded, and Michael pulled him along to his bedroom, stopping short of seeing his mum still in there.

“Hi, mum.”

Luke smiled, waving with the hand that wasn’t in Michael’s.

“Good afternoon, Mrs Clifford.”

She smiled slightly.

“Good, you’re here. I need to talk to you two.”

Michael sighed, going into his room and flopping onto the bed, mumbling.

“Aw, shit.”

Luke caught the hint, sitting next to Michael.

“I haven’t mentioned it to your dad, but uhm…”

Karen pulled out a plastic stick, looking at Luke for any signs of negativity or surprise.

“Amelia, what the hell is this?”

Michael took a slow breath, and Luke patted his knee, trying to comfort him.

“A pregnancy test? A positive one?”

“And it’s yours.”

Michael nodded, crossing his arms.

“But it’s been taken care of, don’t worry about it.”

Karen raised her eyebrows, looking at Luke.

“The baby is yours?”

“It would have been, yes.”

“Would have?”

Michael looked down at his lap, staring at Luke’s hand.

“There’s not gonna be any baby.”

“You...so you…”

Michael nodded slowly, looking up at his mother, who seemed slightly surprised.

“I had a abortion, yeah. Two days after I told Luke.”

“But why?”

“My mental health is more important than any clump of cells, Luke knows that, I know that, so I went through with it. I can’t have a baby, I’m not ready to raise a child, and having my own child would ruin my mental state completely. I couldn’t.”

Karen slowly nodded, setting the test down.

“Right, I understand, And you support her?”

Luke blinked at the question being directed at him.

“It’s not my uterus, I can’t make decisions concerning it, so yes, I support the decision.”

It was quiet as they all stared at the floor, Karen breaking the silence minutes later.

“What made you decide you couldn’t do it? Your father and I would have helped, we wouldn’t have let our baby girl do it alone, if that was the source of the mental health issue.”

Michael sighed, looking at Luke hesitantly.

“It’s up to you.”

Michael nodded, looking at his mother.

“Uhm...as a, uh. Dysphoria.”

Karen’s eyebrows drew together in confusion, and she folded her hands as she spoke.

“What does that mean, exactly?”

Michael ran his hand through his hair, stammering.

“I-it’s, uhm, the thought of-of, y’know, being pregnant, uhm….made me feel like a-a girl. And...I’m not.”

Karen nodded slightly, speaking slowly.

“So, you’re, ah, a boy? Is that it? Like, a-uhm, I can’t remember the word, a-”

Michael nodded, holding Luke’s hand with a death grip.

“I’m transgender, yeah.”

Her face lit up in understanding, and she nodded.

“That makes sense, okay, yeah. Should I still call you Amelia?”

Michael shook his head furiously.

“No, no, no. Sorry mum, I love the name, but it doesn’t fit me.”

“It’s Michael, he prefers Michael.”

Karen nodded, pointing at Michael.

“My son. His name is Michael. He is a boy.”

She repeated this a few times, and Michael hastily wiped away the tears brimming at his eyes.

“Anything else I should know?”

Michael shrugged, looking at Luke.”

“I’m gay?”

Karen just smiles leaning over and kissing Michael’s forehead.

“Can I tell your dad?”

Michael nodded,and she patted his shoulder and left. As soon as the door shut, Michael turned and buried his face in Luke’s shoulder. Luke rubbed his back, smiling.

“Alright?”

“That went so much better than I expected.”

“I felt like I was third-wheeling.”

Michael just laughed, squeezing Luke in a hug.