Glimmer - None of my business

>"Mum... Dad... I have something to tell you..."
>Glimmer looks nervous, beads of sweat glisten on her neck, and her ponytail pulled back rather scraggily.
>Twilight sets down Encyclopedia Equinnica (Volume LXXIV), marking her place with a hand gathered, spun, and woven woollen bookmark.
>You bought it as an anniversary present, just after Glim's third birthday.
>You already have next month's sorted - a dreamcatcher.
>It's nothing grand, but you'd managed to get a primary from Philomena, Peewee, and Owlowiscious.
>The heavy, oak-bound book creaks as she closes it.
>You fold the corner of your page down, and drop the book of the side of the chair.
>Twilight winces as the book bounces on the floorboards.
"What's up, sweetie?"
>Glim rocks on her hooves for a few seconds, hands clutching at her skirts, fisting large amounts of the fabric, and drawing it up her chest.
>"You... You love me, right?"
"Of course."
>You pat your lap, and open your arms.
>Just like when she was younger, she springs onto your lap, wraps her arms around you, and buries her face in your chest.
>Unlike those snuggles of old, she starts sobbing into your shirt.
>You lift your head and look at Twilight.
>She looks as baffled as you.
"Sweetie, what's going on?"
>Her crying redoubles, and she starts blubbing.
>You hug her, but flick your head.
>Twilight's a great mother, but she's not going to be any help here.
>She lifts an eyebrow, but you just nod, and hug your daughter tighter.
>Eventually, she calms down, but you continue stroking her hair.
>She sniffles.
"C'mon sweetie, you've got it out now. What's up?"
>She nuzzles your chest, and mumbles a 'nuh-uh'.
>You don't say anything.
>It won't take long for whate-
>She draws a breath
>"I think I'm gay."
>What?
>"But I didn't know if you'd still love me!"
>What.

"Sweetie... I married a horse. I honestly don't think I can judge you."
>She blearily smiles at you, mascara smeared from tears.
"No matter what you're into, it's none of my dam business."
>You both snigger.
>It never gets old.