Her life! GxG! Intersex! (Book 1)

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As Megan pulled up to the curb, ready for the tour, Abigail turned to Emma one last time before heading off. She cupped Emma's face gently and leaned in for a warm, lingering kiss—slow and sweet, the kind that said I'll miss you, even if it's just for a few hours.

When she pulled back, she rested her hand over Emma's belly, fingers spreading protectively. "I'll see you in a few, mama," Abigail murmured with a smile, rubbing soft circles against her bump.

Emma's cheeks flushed, heart doing that fluttery thing it always did around Abigail. "Have fun. Don't let Megan get you lost."

"No promises," Abigail said with a wink, then jogged over to slide into the passenger seat of Megan's car.

As the car pulled away, Emma stood there for a second, holding her belly with one hand, smiling softly.

Ashley walked up beside her with a stretch and a yawn. "Soooo... movie marathon until they get back?"

Emma nodded immediately. "Yes, please. Something light. I don't have the energy for drama right now."

"Rom-coms it is." Ashley slung an arm around her shoulders as they walked to the car. "Popcorn, snacks, a comfy blanket... we're gonna be horizontal and emotionally unavailable until further notice."

Emma laughed. "Deal."

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The sun filtered through the tree-lined paths of Columbia's campus, casting golden light over the historic brick buildings and wide green spaces. Abigail walked beside Megan, her eyes wide as she took in every detail—the way the students lounged on the grass with laptops, the buzz of conversation drifting from open cafés, and the sound of a live violin playing somewhere off in the distance.

Megan glanced over and smiled. "Big first impression, huh?"

Abigail nodded, adjusting the strap of her crossbody bag. "It's... surreal. Like, I've seen it in movies and photos, but being here? It feels real now."

Megan chuckled. "That's how I felt on my first day. Like I was stepping into some prestigious teen drama set." She nudged Abigail's arm playfully. "Except now you're the hot new character."

Abigail laughed, cheeks a little warm. "You're ridiculous."

"Accurate, though."

They walked past the music building, Megan pointing out landmarks and sharing bits of gossip and insight—where to get the best coffee, which professors had the chillest vibes, which building had air conditioning that never worked.

Eventually, they reached the athletic complex. Megan tapped her badge to get in, and the doors swung open to reveal a high-ceilinged gym echoing with the sound of squeaky sneakers and the rhythmic thump of basketballs hitting the hardwood.

"Come on," Megan said, motioning her inside. "I wanna introduce you to some of the squad."

Abigail followed her into the brightly lit space, where three women were mid-practice—running drills, laughing, passing the ball back and forth with practiced ease. They looked like a solid crew, all decked out in Columbia colors, sweat gleaming on their skin, competitive energy radiating off them.

As they approached, one of the girls—tall, with deep brown skin and curly hair pulled into a puff—grinned and jogged over. "Megan! Who's this?"

"This is Abigail," Megan said, slinging an arm around her shoulder casually. "She's my new neighbor, just moved into the building with her girlfriend."

Abigail gave a polite little wave, a friendly smile tugging at her lips. "Hey."

"You starting here this semester?" one of the girls asked.