Forever & Always, Maira | BP LISA

↳ CHAPTER 48 ༉‧₊˚❦

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Aamaira was loving every minute of her family being in South Korea. Currently, she sat with them having breakfast, in this lovely hidden gem restaurant, located near Hapjeong Station. Small talk flowed between them easily, as they caught her up on everything she missed since leaving America.  

“I guess, like how we are here together now is a good time to call a family meeting…?” Aamaira spoke as if she was posing a question to them.

Immediately, all chatter ceased at the table. Three pairs of eyes zone in on her. At that moment, Aamaira found herself being the center of attention. 

Besty rests her fork down, eating her food seemed less important at her daughter’s words. “Is there something wrong?” She questions her youngest.

“Wrong is not necessarily the word I’d use.” Aamaira attempts to clear the air. She then chuckles at the disbelief, painting all three faces. “Guys, I’m being serious. So, calm down. Please.”

“Cretin, I don’t think anyone at this table will be calm until you’ve said whatever it is that is on your mind.” Devontee states folding his arms as he leanback in his chair, raising an eyebrow at her.

Aamaira dabs at the corners of her mouth gently, before she speaks. “I think the last time all of you saw me I was a child and a lot of things have changed since then…” She trails off as she tries to find the right words. 

Devontee’s eyes widened as he realized what Aamaira was trying to disclose with the rest of their family. Immediately he relaxes and shots her an encouraging smile.

Ayesha looks from one cousin to the other confused. “Okay, what’s going on?” She continues by joking. “And why does it seem as if Aunt and I are the ones who are about to be blindsided?" Ayesha then grins mischievously. "Wait, you're not pregnant, are you? I mean, isn't that too early into your career?” 

Her joke, though it was obvious by her tone she meant well–fell flat with Aamaira as it hit too close to home. It was funny, however, that she felt like she would have had it easier if she could tell her parents she was pregnant.

“Well, um… ah,” Aamaira was at a loss of words as she struggled to find the words she wanted to say. The feeling was somewhat new to her. She was not used to being so tongue tied. “Well, you see, it’s like this.”

Devontee nods at her encouragingly. 

Aamaira offers him a tentative smile, grateful for his wordless support. 

“Maira baby, whatever you have to say just say it, I won’t react badly, I promise.” Betsy’s tone was soft and comforting as she spoke to her daughter. 

A half smile grace Aamaira’s lips. In that moment everything fell into place. Aamaira no longer felt the need to polish her words. Why should she? This was her family and they desired the truth no matter how ugly it may be. Always. That was also one of the beautiful things she loved about them. 

“I’m gay.” The words spilled out of her mouth like it was waiting forever to get off the tip of her tongue. “And I know this may be where you’ll maybe start ranting and raving about why you shouldn’t have sent me here so young–”