I held Logan close to my chest as I gently stroked his hair. I felt him nuzzle on my skin as he started getting confortable without having to be away from me.
"You know, I dreamt of my mom the other day." he said.
"You did?" I asked.
"Mhmm..." he hummed in response.
"Do you want to tell me about your dream?" I offered.
"Well... My mom asked how I was. Hinestly it was such a normal conversation that it avtually hurt knowing I won't be having those with her anymore, you know?" he awkwardly laughed it off.
"What did you two talk about?" I asked.
"She asked me about you. Who you really are in my life and if I really did turn out gay or if I was being held into a situation I didn't want. I said yes to being gay, and who you are to me." he smiled.
"I feel like she hates me..." I fro
