Her life! GxG! Intersex! (Book 1)

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The next morning, the sun streamed into the penthouse like it was excited for them. Emma woke up to the smell of coffee and the sound of Abigail singing off-key to a playlist that alternated between Broadway hits and early 2000s pop. Their sleeping bags were a mess on the floor, but it didn't matter. It was moving day, part two: the official start of their new beginning.

Emma padded into the kitchen area, where Abigail stood in a hoodie and boxers, holding two mugs and dancing like no one was watching—even though Emma very much was.

"Good morning, dream girl," Abigail said, spinning with an overly dramatic bow as she handed Emma a mug. "Ready to furnish the palace?"

Emma took a long sip and grinned. "Ready as I'll ever be. But you know we can't get everything in one day, right?"

Abigail wiggled her eyebrows. "Challenge accepted."

First stop: IKEA.

It was both magical and overwhelming. The showroom was a maze of miniature homes, each one perfectly curated to convince them that their lives would improve dramatically if they bought a matching set of minimalist chairs and a bedframe with built-in storage.

Emma was practically glowing as they walked through the displays. Her eyes sparkled at every new setup, her fingers tracing tabletops and fluffy pillows with the same kind of reverence people had in art museums.

"Oh my god, look at this crib!" she gasped, rushing over to a sleek, white piece with a gently curved design. "And the little matching dresser. Abigail, it has gold drawer knobs."

"I see it," Abigail said, smiling warmly, already pulling out her phone to snap a photo. "You want it?"

Emma looked at her like she was silly for even asking. "Obviously."

They added it to the order list with a quick scan from Abigail's phone.

Next, they found themselves in the sofa section. Emma fell in love with a deep emerald green sectional almost instantly. She sank into the cushions with a dramatic sigh. "This is the one. I feel like royalty."

Abigail sat beside her, nodding. "It's bold. Luxe. Unapologetically you." She grinned. "We're getting it."

"Wait, don't you want to try others first?"

"Nope," Abigail said, already keying in the product number for delivery. "If it makes you that happy, that fast, it's the one."

They wandered from room to room, collecting ideas and snapping photos. Emma gushed over a mid-century style coffee table with rounded edges. "This'll be perfect for when the baby starts crawling. No sharp corners."

"Practical and chic. Add it to the cart," Abigail said, pulling out her phone again.

For the dining area, they selected a round table with a smooth oak finish and chairs with warm mustard velvet cushions. "These feel like a hug," Emma said, bouncing on one. Abigail agreed—and ordered the entire set without blinking.

The nursery section made Emma a little teary. She paused in front of a soft gray rocking chair with wooden legs. "This is the one," she whispered. "I can see myself sitting here with her in the middle of the night, reading her stories."

Abigail reached over and wrapped her arms around Emma's waist from behind, resting her chin on her shoulder. "Then let's make it happen."

They chose a mobile of stars and clouds, a white bookshelf shaped like a little house, and a soft area rug dotted with constellations.

They paused for lunch at the IKEA cafeteria—Swedish meatballs for Abigail, a veggie wrap for Emma, and two oversized slices of chocolate cake.

"We're doing so good," Emma said, fork halfway to her mouth. "I feel like we just furnished half the apartment."