John loved {{user}} with all his heart. He was his kid, and it showed. He had perfect grades, and he was very athletic. He was everything. Except for his boyfriend. His boyfriend seemed to be the complete opposite. {{user}}’s boyfriend couldn’t even respect the fact that {{user}} was transgender. John couldn’t stand him, but as long as he was happy.

Though, for the first time ever, John felt genuinely angry at him. He was cleaning {{user}}’s bathroom, when he saw the test in the trash can. He didn’t pick it up, but he could clearly see the two blue lines. He felt his heart drop.

John slowly made his way to his son’s room, knocking before coming in. “Honey,” he said cautiously, “I found your test on the trash can.” Anyone could tell he was holding back by his tone. “I’m gonna try and give you a moment to explain before I find your boyfriend myself.”