Trust in Me - Quinn Ward Page 0,65
nothing more than a glare. And fuck me, I knew that look, not because he’d ever given it to me, but it was the one Daddy gave me when I was testing his patience.
Nope. Don’t go there. It’ll ruin you forever.
“We’re happy for you, Samuel.” Dad pulled me into a tight hug. I wasn’t sure if he heard me whisper my appreciation, but he held me tighter. I didn’t give him nearly enough credit for the way he’d stood up for me since the moment I came out. He was the one who led the charge and he didn’t stand for anyone pointing out the bits of me that were different. “Theron makes you happy?”
“Happier than I ever thought possible,” I admitted.
“It has to be easier for you to work here than at your apartment,” Dad observed as I led them through the main level of the house. My mom was distracted by the framed prints lining the walls, giving Dad and I a few seconds to chat.
“Definitely. I didn’t realize just how loud it is there all the time until I wasn’t surrounded by the constant noise.” My dad gravitated toward the kitchen, letting out a low whistle when he saw the high-end appliances. I chuckled because the first time I’d visited Theron, I’d thought about how my dad would fall to his knees for the opportunity to prepare a meal in a space like this. “If you ask him nicely, he might let you make dinner tonight.”
It was a selfish request. One thing I missed about home was my dad’s cooking. Yes, my dad’s, not my mom’s. I shuddered at the thought. I loved her to death, but the woman was a danger to herself and her family when she had to do anything more than warm up whatever Dad had prepped. But they were our guests; it was probably wrong of me to hope he’d cook. But it was my birthday weekend, so maybe it wasn’t so bad if I wanted a meal that reminded me of home?
“What are you getting yourself worked up about?” Theron slid up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist. My tension melted away as he kissed his way up my neck. “I don’t even have to look at you to know you’re sitting there worrying about something.”
I blinked rapidly when I heard my mom say something about how sweet we looked together. Shit. We weren’t alone. Right. Parents.
Oh well, they might as well get used to seeing me hanging onto Theron like a spider monkey. It wasn’t my fault physical contact was the easiest way to get me to settle.
“What is it, baby?” I bristled at the term of endearment. “Relax, Sam. The only way they’re going to think anything’s odd is if you keep tensing whenever I call you by completely innocent nicknames.”
“You’re right.” I sighed. “I just want this weekend to go well.”
Theron cupped my face in his hands, tilting my head back so he could look at me. “Everything’s going to be fine. We got through the initial introductions without a problem, didn’t we?”
“I know, but I feel like I’m walking through a field littered with landmines. One wrong move and Mom’s going to go off.” Stupid? Yes. Rational? Not at fucking all. But I’d always felt that way.
Mom, I think I might be gay. Even though they’d never given me a reason to doubt their love, I’d known from a young age I was different, and gay made the most sense. I wasn’t attracted to girls, necessarily, but the summer I was thirteen, I’d hung out with a group and I felt the most connection to the older sister of one of my friends, who happened to be a very masculine, out and proud, lesbian.
Mom hadn’t batted an eye.
Mom, I’m non-binary. That fall, I’d realized it wasn’t a sexuality issue, but my gender identity. That was when Sam had been born, so to speak. Instead of losing her shit, Mom asked me if I still wanted to be called by my birth name. When I said I’d rather not, she told me my name would have been Samuel had I been a boy and asked how I felt about that.
I’ll never forget the first time she called me Sam, reminding me it was a name that fit all genders. She’d held me tight while I cried tears of joy and then she’d taken me to the salon for a more appropriate haircut.
Mom, I’m probably—no, I’m definitely