Coming Out - Dad!Michael
here we have dad!michael dealing with his son coming out of the closet.
“Babe!” Michael yelled walking into the kitchen to see his wife of thirteen years drying off a plate from the dishwasher before sticking it into the cabinet before turning to look at her husband. It had been a crazy ride for them, y/n becoming pregnant with their first child when the couple had barely reached twenty-two years old, their oldest son, Danny, now fifteen and their twin baby girls, Allie and Maddie just pushing nine. It was Friday night, their one night off from the kids, uncle Ashton bringing them to the movies with his three monsters before Danny headed to his ‘friend’s house’ for the night.
“What is it?” she questioned, the concern flooding her husband’s green eyes worrying her. “Is everything alright?”
“I’m worried about Daniel,” he said scratching at the back of his neck, body fidgeting with nerves at how to handle the situation. “I think he’s gay.” Y/n laughed loudly at her husband not because of the accusation, but because it had only taken him fifteen years to notice. “This isn’t funny, babe. It’s serious. I went to use his laptop because mine broke and there was an imessage there from that kid Steven he’s been hanging around lately about just wanting to kiss him and I think it’s his boyfriend and babe, I’m so overwhel-.” She cut him off with a hand to her husband’s mouth as she cocked her head to the side.
“I know he’s gay, Michael,” she said simply. “It’s not that hard to figure it out. We just need to let him know that it’s okay to feel this way and that we’ll still love him no matter what, right?”
“Right,” he said, his expression serious as she laughed at him again before pressing a quick kiss to his lips. “Just text him and tell him to come over before going to Steven’s alright?”
It was the longest hour of Michael’s life as he sat at the island in the kitchen, y/n having made brownies to calm his nerves just as the front door opened and his two princesses ran in to grab their sleep away bags before Michael’s mom picked them up for the weekend. Those two had more of a social life than they did.
“You wanted to talk to me?” Danny asked walking into the room, skinny jeans tight on his legs like his father’s while sporting a very faded Nirvana tee. His lip was pierced just as his uncle Luke’s had been. He had all the facial features of his mother, taking his jawline and eyes from his father.
“Come sit down, baby,” y/n said sliding him a brownie as he happily took it, biting into the warmth as he hummed at his mom’s baking. These were always his favorite, except for the blueberry pie she’d make at Christmas, that always topped the brownies. “Danny, you know we love you no matter what, right?”
“Yeah…?” he said skeptically before taking a huge gulp from his father’s glass of milk that had gone untouched. “Is everything alright? Did I fail a test or something?”
“No, no,” Michael started, taking a deep shaky breath. Y/n had told him he had to be the one to do this. He needed to show his son he was accepting of who he was no matter what decisions he made in life. “We just…we want you to be able to tell us anything and everything, even if you don’t feel comfortable about it, like, maybe…coming out of the closet?” it was silent in the kitchen as Danny’s eyes made their way down to his lap, cheeks burning bright red as he sat embarrassed. “We support you one hundred percent, Danny…and we were wondering if you could maybe bring Steven over one night for dinner.”
“Really?” he asked, his eyes meeting his father’s as Michael smiled brightly towards his son nodding his head.
“Absolutely. We don’t want you to hide things from us, especially something that important.” Danny hopped off his stool going to hug his dad before kissing his mom on the cheek.
“You guys are the best. I love you both.”
“Oh, we love you too, baby. Now, go have fun at Steven’s and we’ll see you tomorrow.” He nodded his head, quickly grabbing his bag before running out the door, y/n watching Michael, a small smile on her face from watching the interaction between her husband and son. “You did great, baby.”
“Thank you…now, let’s just hope our little girls don’t grow up too fast. I don’t know if I could handle a dating conversation with them.”