(M) Unspoken Affection - MilkLove Fan Fic - Completed

31. Confession and acceptance

Love PoV

At 49 years old, Love savored her quiet moments in the morning, sipping her coffee in the familiar comfort of her kitchen. She glanced over at Sam, now a young man of 20, who seemed lost in thought at the kitchen table. His fingers were nervously playing with a strand of hair, a habit from childhood that tugged at her heartstrings. She set down her mug, her maternal instincts on high alert.

"Sam," Love began gently, "is everything okay?"

Sam looked up, meeting her gaze with a mix of anxiety and determination. He took a deep breath, his next words carefully chosen. "Mommy, I... I have something important to tell you."

Love felt a pang of apprehension, but she kept her expression calm, ready to listen. "Of course, sweetheart," she replied softly. "You know you can tell me anything."

Sam hesitated for a moment, gathering his thoughts. "I'm gay," he finally said, his voice steady but tinged with nervousness. "And... I have a boyfriend. His name is Mark. I want you to meet him soon."

Love's heart swelled with pride and love for her son. She reached across the table, taking Sam's hand in hers. "Thank you for telling me, Sam," she said sincerely, her voice filled with warmth and acceptance.

Sam visibly relaxed at her calm reaction. "I'm really glad to have you as my mom," he admitted with a small, relieved smile. "And I'm grateful for Mom too. I want you both to meet Mark."

Love nodded, her heart overflowing with love for her son. "We'd love to meet him, sweetheart. Love is love, and we're here to support you."

Later that evening, as they sat together in the living room bathed in the soft glow of the lamp, Love and Sam talked for hours. Love asked about Mark, eager to learn more about the person who had captured her son's heart. Sam eagerly shared stories, his excitement palpable as he described Mark's intelligence, kindness, and passion for photography.

Love listened attentively, cherishing this intimate conversation with her son. She couldn't imagine loving Sam any less because of his sexuality – to her, he was and always would be her beloved son.

As the night wore on, Love hugged Sam tightly, overwhelmed with gratitude for the privilege of being his mother. "Thank you for trusting me, Sam," she whispered, her voice filled with emotion. "I love you."

Sam hugged her back just as tightly, tears of relief and happiness in his eyes. "I love you too, Mommy," he replied softly. "Thank you for everything."

In that moment, Love knew that her son was going to be just fine. With her love and support, Sam had found the courage to be true to himself, and she couldn't have been prouder. As they sat there, wrapped in each other's arms, Love felt a deep sense of gratitude for the bond they shared and for the opportunity to be Sam's mother.

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Milk PoV

As I sat at my pottery wheel, shaping clay into intricate forms, the rhythmic hum of the studio's ventilation system and the gentle sound of spinning pottery filled the air. It was a place of solace for me, where I found peace amid the creative process. The door to the studio creaked open, and in walked Lily, my 20-year-old daughter with Love, her expression troubled and uncertain.

"Hey, Mom," Lily greeted softly, her voice tinged with hesitation.

I set down my tools, turning to face her with a warm smile, though concern flickered in my eyes. "Hey, sweetheart," I replied gently, motioning for her to come closer. "What's on your mind?"

Lily took a deep breath, her eyes searching mine for understanding. "I... I need to talk to you about something," she began slowly. "It's about my relationship with Korn. Things have been really difficult lately, and I'm not sure what to do."