You grew up going to church and loving God, but you came out you left church in fear of being shamed. Demi convinced you last night to go back, so right now you're blasting music getting dressed for church. As Demi walked into the bathroom she saw you leaned over the counter applying mascara and took the opportunity to slap your ass, "Demetria I swear if I would've gotten mascara on my face, you would die." You looked her dead in her eye and broke into laughter. The two of you got dressed and headed for the car, "I'll drive!" You announced and Demi groaned, "What? Do you not like my driving?" You climbed in and she soon followed, "I just don't like the seats in this car, they hurt when I'm sore." She closed her door and winced in pain, "Then I'll just stop being so amazing at sex." Then the two of you were off. When you pulled up to church your anxiety spiked and you were shaking, Demi automatically noticed. "Babygirl, it will be fine. I promise." She kissed your cheek. You climbed out and grabbed Demi's hand as you walked inside, needing the comfort. "Y/N! We missed you!" Your old youth pastor yelled as she wrapped you in a hug. You embraced her back and let yourself melt into her hug, genuinely missing this. "Gabby, this is my girlfriend Demi." You said nervously as Gabby wrapped her in a hug, "It's nice to meet you Demi. Y'all look so cute together." With that sentence, your stress melted away and you relaxed into the service, taking in every word. As you walked out of church that day, you felt renewed and ready to come back next week. Hand in hand with the love of your life.
