STORM - (Intersex)

CHAPTER 11

TYLER

We've finally finished setting up the house, and I've discovered Clara has a hidden talent for painting. She created a charming mural in the nursery. It turns out she has a storage facility brimming with her artwork, which we've now moved into one of the spare rooms. The downstairs offices are complete; the only task left is filling the pool.

It's Wednesday afternoon, and Clara should have been home by now. I left work early to assist my mom with some errands, and, oddly enough, both my parents decided to visit for dinner today.

I glance at the clock again and try calling Clara's cell, but there's no answer. Nat and Lee don't know her whereabouts, and her friends Rebecca and Jack haven't heard from her either.

"Honey, I'm sure she's fine," my mom reassures me.

"But Mum, she's six months pregnant. She shouldn't be out alone. I knew I should have—"

Just then, Clara walks in, setting her stuff down with a relaxed smile. "I don't need a babysitter, Ty. My car broke down, but I fixed it."

"You know how to fix a car?" Mum asked, surprised.

"I've been teaching her some basics, but she's a quick learner," I explain.

"I also picked up a few things from my grandparents. They taught me everything—even the history of witchcraft once. They're quite the characters..." Clara shares as she heads into the kitchen. I chuckle softly and start setting the table.

Once everyone is seated, we begin our meal amidst lively conversation.

"Have you thought of any names?" Dad asks while savouring his chicken. Let's pause for a moment to appreciate the crispy fried chicken on our plates—it's deliciously juicy!

"If it's a girl, I was thinking Ellie, and if it's a boy, then Alex," Clara says softly, giving me a pointed look.

"Oh, right... um, I was thinking Luna for a girl, and Elijah for a boy," I add quickly.

"I love those names," she smiles.

The rest of the evening is filled with more discussions about the baby and updates on the house. It's heartwarming to see my parents more often, and Clara is really bonding with them.

CLARA

"IM A BITCH"

"IM A BOSS"

"IM A BITCH AND A BOSS, IMA SHINE LIKE GLOSS!"

"IM A BITCH"

"IM A BOSS"

"IM A BITCH AND A BOSS, IMA SHINE LIKE GLOSS!"

Lee and I belt out the lyrics at the top of our lungs, cruising to nowhere in particular. It's our monthly ritual—driving aimlessly, grabbing snacks, and shedding the weight of work and everyday life. It's a blast and a perfect escape.

"WAIT, I LOVE THIS SONG!" Lee cranks up the volume, and I can't help but laugh out loud.

"OH NO, THERE YOU GO, MAKING ME A LIAR," she belts with gusto.

"GOT ME BEGGING YOU FOR MORE," I join in, matching her energy. I suddenly turn the music down, and she shoots me a glare that only makes me laugh harder.

"Who hurt you?" I tease, noticing her unusual quietness. Lee usually has a witty retort ready, but today, something's different. "WHO BROKE MY BEST FRIEND?!" I gasp dramatically, coaxing a small smile from her.

"I've kinda... been liking someone," she confesses quietly, yet I catch every word. Glancing over, I see the nervousness written all over her face.

"Who is it?" I probe, curious.