A Simple Favor

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Y/N POV

It's weird when you go from feeling like shit and never thinking the pain will end, to suddenly smiling uncontrollably every day.

But I think that I can say, for the first time in my life, that I am genuinely 100% happy. Happy with my job. Happy with my home. Happy with my girlfriend. Happy with my friends. Happy with my Mom. I'm just happy.

For the first time, I'm looking forward to the future. To growing old with Blake. Starting a family. Making even more memories. We are both still young, but these things aren't too far off. We've talked about having kids, and both of us can't wait.

Since moving in with my girlfriend six months ago, things have been even better than I could have imagined. Waking up every morning in her arms, and getting tangled in the sheets with her at night....it's like I'm living a dream. Or someone else's life.

Sometimes I wonder if I am. If I deserve all of this. To be happy. To have a home. To live a stable life. My Dad leaving made me feel worthless, but now, I don't give a shit about him.

I will honestly say that I have my moments where I wake up in a cold sweat, having a nightmare about Blake leaving me. But she's always there. She holds me in her arms and whispers in my ear, telling me how much she loves me, and how everything will be okay. The combination of her loving voice and soft lips on my face stop my racing heart.

Blake has times too, where she's overcome with anxiety or dread, feeling her own self worth slipping due to her past. And that's when I'm there, holding her in my lap, stroking her hair. Kissing her lips. Telling her how much I love her.

Relationships are hard. They are work, and they aren't all sunshine and rainbows. But I wouldn't trade this for the world. The two of us are slowly healing, our cuts finally closing and becoming faded white scars on a body that tells a story of hatred being snuffed out by love.

The first half of mine may not be a pretty one, but it soon turned into fairy tale. I'll admit that I'm fucking terrified of what lies on the road ahead. From my career, to my personal life, I feel like I have no clue what I'm doing.

But at least I know that I have a constant in my life. Well, two, if you count Cameron. 

We still haven't gone public yet, which is okay with me. But it is also frustrating when all you want to do is scream to the world how much you love someone when you can't exactly do it. I do like the privacy though. There has been quite a bit of speculation surrounding our relationship, which doesn't bother me because all I have seen is support from people.

Speaking of coming out, it's officially June, which means that today is the first day of pride month. My favorite time of the year. This bitch is better than Christmas and Halloween combined.

There was a huge pride parade happening today in LA, which Blake and I planned on going to. As a couple, I'm not sure. I kind of hope so though.

"Babe you ready?" My girlfriend asked, walking into the living room. "Yes! I'm so excited!" The blonde grinned and wrapped her arms around me, pulling me in for a sweet kiss.

"Let's go!" 

We got into Blake's Jeep and drove down to Santa Monica, jamming out to Carlie Hanson the whole ride down. A huge wave of nervous excitement hit me when I saw just how many people were there, and I wanted to pull Blake out of the car and run down to the action.

We parked and bought our tickets, and already a ton of people were staring at us. It wasn't usually for Blake to go to the annual pride parade because she is a very strong public ally, but no one knows she's a member. I can't blame people for being starstruck though. 

As we walked around, talking to different people and eating good food, all I wanted to do was grab her hand, but I held myself back, feeling like it was up to the actress to make the choice.

The two of us made our way down the huge city block they had closed off for the event, and arrived at the center of the action, where a huge stage had been set up and a live band was performing. They would be inviting people up to speak in about ten minutes to share their stories, and I definitely wanted to be here for that. 

The band played it's last song, and a staff member came on stage. "Let's hear it for Tegan and Sara!" The huge audience clapped and jeered for the artist, who waved and exited the stage.

"So now, I'd like to invite anyone who want's to speak, to come up and tell us your story." No one really made a move to go, and I sensed the familiar feeling of when you're in a situation, and people need to see someone go up before them before they share about themselves.

"I'll go." My girlfriend and I were standing in the second row, and she said it loud enough for the girl on stage to hear. All eyes turned to us, and I looked, shocked, at the taller woman, who gave me a comforting smile.

The girl seemed shocked too, but smiled. "Of course!" Blake squeezed my hand before weaving her way through the crowd and up to the steps of the stage. I could see how nervous she was, and when she caught my eye, I sent her a loving look that said 'you got this'. I wasn't sure what exactly she was about to do, but I had a pretty good idea.

The older woman thanked the staff member, who grinned and ran off stage. The whole place seemed deadly quiet as we all watched in anticipation. 

"Hello everyone. My name is Blake Livley, and for the longest time, I have always been seen as an Ally. A big supporter and lover of this community. And while that is very true, there are a few things I have never been open about, and that is due to past trauma and shame I have been dealing with my whole life. My father hated me for who I am, and I let him take away my voice. Not anymore though. I am here today not only as an ally, but also as a proud member of the LGBTQIA+ community. I refuse to stay silent any longer about who I am, which is a proud, gay, intersex woman. The intersex community is not one that is often in the spotlight, and I'd like to help change that. I, myself, was born with a penis instead of a vagina. And while this is one variation, there are a gazillion others of intersexuality, and each and every single one is beautiful. I would not be standing here today if it wasn't for the person I love most in this world. She is the sweetest, strongest, bravest, most gorgeous and kind hearted woman you could ever meet. I met her at the audition for a movie almost two years ago, and she has been the light of my life since. She is my world. And without her strength and her love and her support, I wouldn't be who I am today. Y/n, I'd like to ask you to come to the stage."

I met her eyes, which were full of tears just as mine were, and saw nothing but love. Dazed, I walked up with the help of a few people, to stand next to my girlfriend.

"Hey baby." She said with a watery chuckled. I couldn't stop smiling and crying at the same time.

"I brought you up here because I want to show the world who you are to me. And with that, I only have one question to ask you."

I watched, dumb founded, as she pulled a little box out of her pocket and got on one knee.

"Y/n Y/l/n, will you marry me?"

"Yes." I didn't even hesitate to answer, letting her slip the ring on my finger before I tackled her with a hug, kissing her lips furiously.

The deafening cheer of the crowd faded into the background, and it was just us, in our own little world, living right here, right now, in the moment.

"I love you so much." The blonde said, pressing her forehead against mine.

I let out a happy sob, more tears streaming down my face.

"I love you too."

I don't know where the future will take us. What paths we'll go down. But I do know that whatever we do, we'll do it together. We'll conquer challenges and hardships together. We'll love and support each other no matter what happens.

If someone told me two years ago that all of this would start from an audition, I would have called them crazy. I guess I'm the crazy one now. Because now I'm engaged to the love of my life, and I have a big career ahead of me.

And that's all because of a simple favor.

THE END.