So my improv show got moved to next Friday...
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"You aren't my son." She whispered.
Suddenly my eyes flicked open and I sat bolt upright in the bed I shared with my boyfriend Mike. I had a nightmare. One of the scariest things possible; coming out to my parents and having them reject me. The scariest part is that I would be telling them the next day. Me and Mike had already come out to his parents who were totally chill with it. I could feel my panic attack rising inside of me, bubbling in my lungs, clawing at my throat. I let out a strangled sob. I wiped my overflowing eyes and tried to quiet my sobs. "Tony what's wrong?" Mike asked, sitting up as well. "N-nothing." I stuttered, turning away from him. "Baby come on. I can tell something happened. Just tell me so I can help fix it." He said softly, sitting up and pulling me into his lap so my back was against his firm chest. I took in a shaky breath and let it out. "I had a dream that I came out to my mother and that she yelled and told me that I wasn't her son anymore." I said, wiping my eyes. I turned over so I could cuddle Mike. "Turtle, it's okay. Your mom is probably the most accepting person on the planet. You'll be fine, okay?" He whispered, stroking my hair softly. He kissed me softly. "Ugh I'm a grown man crying on my boyfriends chest." I groaned. "I feel pathetic." I mumbled.
"You aren't pathetic, Tone. It's completely understandable why you'd be crying. Coming out is stressful, babe. Remember when I told my parents?" He asked. I smiled and nodded as I remembered. "You'll be fine, baby." He murmured tiredly. "Now let's get some sleep."
I replied with an 'okay' and then curled closer. I felt his fingers absentmindedly play with my ear. I smiled a pressed my face into his neck.
"Tonyyy!" Mike sang kissing my lips over and over again. I opened my eyes to see Mike straddling me. "Can you make breakfast? I tried to make cereal but I messed up." He said.
"How much coffee did you have." I mumbled against his lips. I could faintly taste the coffee in his mouth. "Only one cup." He smiled.
"C'mon, let's go eat." He said, pulling me up. I pulled on my pants and shirt before following him. "I'm too nervous to eat." I mumbled tiredly. Mike sighed. "You aren't uh.... Falling into habits again are you?" Mike asked, standing in front of me and wrapping his arms around my waist. I rested mine around his neck. "No, don't worry, babe." I said softly. "I'll eat after we see my mum." Mike kissed me gently and we walked out to his car.
When we pulled up to my mothers house my heart was pounding. Mike squeezed my hand reassuringly as we walked up the front porch. My mother opened it soon after I knocked. "Tony!" She cried happily, wrapping her arms around me. "And you brought Michael too!" She only came up to my shoulders. "Mama I have to tell you something." I said softly. She nodded and told us to find somewhere to sit. She sat down across from me and looked at me expectantly. "Please don't be mad or anything okay?" I asked her.
"Don't worry Chico." She smiled, rubbing a thumb across my knuckles. I relaxed a little. "I'm uh....gay....and me and Mike are uh.....together." I said nervously. She remained expressionless the whole time I was speaking. I felt my heart rate pick up. Mike slipped his hand into mine. "That's wonderful!" She exclaimed, kissing me on the cheek. My face broke out into a smile as well and Mike kissed me quickly. "How long?" My mum asked. "Three months." Mike cut in, wrapping an arm around my waist. "I'll make some lunch." She declared. We thanked her. I felt a happy tear slide down my cheek. Mike wiped it away and pressed his lips to mine, lingering a little. "You picked a good man, Chico." My mom said from the kitchen. Mike laughed and leaned back on the couch, pulling me with him. I cuddled close to him. "I love you." I whispered. "I love you too." He replied, playing with my stretcher.
