Pick Your Poison

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Freen POV

We spend the rest of our holiday relaxing, enjoying the temporary escape from our lives. Becky keeps saying I don't need to do anything to pay her back, but I do, this has been the best few days of my life and it's all thanks to her. But that's something to think about another time, right now I need to enjoy the present.

We have packed all of our things and are sat on the patio having an early lunch before we head to my mums. Becky has a certain look on her face, it's very subtle but I have learned to read her expressions. "Are you okay Bec?" I ask softly, reaching over the small table to hold her hand, "Yeah" she says with a sigh. "Are you sure? You're very deep in thought and you look worried" I say, caressing her knuckles with my thumb, "I'm a bit nervous to meet your mum I guess" she sighs again. "We don't have to go if it's stressing you out baby" I say gently, "No, I really want to go and I don't want to let her down last minute" she replies, "I understand why you're nervous but I promise, you have nothing to be worried about, she already loves you. She doesn't know much about you yet but she knows how happy I am right now because of you and that's pretty much all she cares about. Once she gets to know you properly she'll love you even more" I say, squeezing her hand. "Okay" she says quietly, seeming to relax a bit but still looking worried.

"Is there anything else darling?" I ask, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, "I just wish I was brave enough to come out" she says quietly. "Oh baby" I say as I walk around the table, pulling her into a tight hug, I can feel he heart pounding in her chest, "It's okay" I whisper. With her face still buried in my neck I feel her shake her head, "No it's not" she says so quietly I barely hear. I pull back from the hug and lead her to the lounger where we sit face to face, but Becky looks down at her fidgeting hands. "Tell me what you're thinking Becbec" I say softly, taking her hands into my own. "I've been comfortable with myself for a while now, but I've never come out because I'm scared. It's been bugging me for a while, like when my parents would say 'You need to find a nice man to take care of you' and things like that, I just want to tell them I don't really want a man. But now I have you and you're everything I could ask for and more, so when they say those things it hurts. I want to show you off to everyone, you're my beautiful, intelligent girlfriend, I want everyone to know but I'm too scared."

I watch as a tear rolls down her cheek, "I understand, I know how hard it is and it's definitely scary. There are still some closed minded people in the world, but from what you've said about your family, they just want what's best for you and want you to be happy. So even if at first they don't really like the idea of this, it doesn't mean that's how they'll be forever" I say. "Thank you" she whispers, finally lifting her eye line to meet my own, "Come here" I say opening my arms. She shuffles towards me, burying her face into my neck once again and squeezing me tightly, "I love you so much" I mumble against her skin before pressing a soft kiss. "I love you too" she whispers, I can feel her breath tickling my skin, "Everything will work out".

I wash up the plates we used for lunch with Becky wrapped around my back, I love it when she's clingy, she's like a little kitten. I can tell she's still thinking about coming out but I don't question her, I know she thinks everything through in her head and she's already opened up to me so I just leave her be. We set off to my mums house at around 2pm, I put Taylor Swift on shuffle and hold Becky's hand nearly the whole journey trying to ease her nerves. We make it back into the city after a little over an hour of driving and I notice Becky had gone quiet next to me, the sound of her beautiful voice singing next to me no longer reaches my ears. I glance sideways at her as she takes a deep breath, "Baby, are you sure you want to do this?" I ask, squeezing her hand. "Of course I do, she sounds lovely, I just want to make a good impression" she says stroking her thumb over my knuckles. "Okay, love" I say with another squeeze of her hand, concentrating on navigating the traffic.