Her life! GxG! Intersex! (Book 1)

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The drive home was quick, the city still humming with the late-afternoon rush. Abigail carried her guitar and bag upstairs, the weight of the day lifting the moment she opened the apartment door. The faint vanilla scent of one of Emma's candles drifted through the air, soft and grounding, like the apartment itself was welcoming her back.

"Baby? I'm home," Abigail called, setting her things by the couch.

"In here!" Emma's voice floated from the bedroom.

Abigail walked softly down the hall and pushed the door open. Emma was curled beneath the blanket, hair loose, cheeks still flushed from a nap. Abigail leaned down and brushed a tender kiss across her lips. "I'm going to get some homework done," she whispered with a smile.

Emma's hand caught her wrist lightly, her sleepy grin blooming. "Okay, love. Don't work too hard."

Abigail kissed her again, softer this time, before straightening. "I'll come check on you in a bit."

She left the bedroom and headed toward the small office space they'd set up. The room had quickly become hers—organized, simple, but personal. A desk with her laptop and notebooks stacked neatly, shelves lined with binders, a corkboard pinned with schedules, reminders, and even a few of Emma's doodles she'd stuck up for her.

Abigail pulled out her assignments and laid them across the desk: Music Theory notes to review, a reading list for Contemporary Literature, the journal project from Composition, and her first song analysis for Music History. She opened her laptop and began typing, her fingers steady as she switched between pages.

The door creaked softly, and Emma appeared, wearing one of Abigail's hoodies that hung oversized on her frame. She leaned against the doorframe for a moment, arms folded, a faint smile playing on her lips.

"You didn't even stop to breathe, and i got lonely" Emma teased gently.

Abigail glanced up, grinning. "I've got to stay on top of this. Four classes, four assignments. If I don't start now, I'll fall behind."

Emma walked over quietly, her bare feet soft against the floor, and without another word, she eased herself into Abigail's lap. She curled sideways, head resting against Abigail's shoulder, her hand resting lightly on her stomach.

Abigail shifted automatically, one arm wrapping snugly around her waist, the other continuing to type. She leaned down and pressed a kiss to Emma's temple, lingering there just long enough to make Emma sigh in contentment.

"Don't mind me," Emma murmured. "Just wanted to be close."

Abigail kissed her again, this time on the crown of her head. "You're never a distraction. If anything, you make me focus more."

Emma smiled faintly, nestling closer, her breath warm against Abigail's neck. For the next hour, Abigail worked like that—reading, typing, jotting down notes—while holding her, the steady rhythm of the keyboard syncing with Emma's slow breathing. Every so often, Abigail would pause to kiss her hair or rub her arm absentmindedly, as natural as breathing.

When she finally closed her laptop with a sigh of relief, Emma stirred. "Done?" she asked softly.

"Done," Abigail said, brushing her fingers through Emma's hair. "At least for today."

Emma tilted her face up, smiling as Abigail bent down to kiss her lips. "See? You're already ahead."

"Thanks to my study buddy," Abigail teased.

Emma chuckled, stretching as she slid off Abigail's lap. "Well, your study buddy is starving."

Abigail laughed and stood, looping her arms around Emma from behind as they walked toward the kitchen. "Then let's fix that."