Her life! GxG! Intersex! (Book 1)

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"Alright," Abigail said with a grin, sweeping her arm dramatically toward the hallway, "lead the way, designer."

Emma laughed, taking her hand as they walked together down the hall. Their fingers intertwined naturally, the rhythm of their steps light and easy. When they stopped in front of the nursery door, Abigail turned the knob and pushed it open, letting the morning light flood inside.

The room was bare and bright, the walls pale and smooth, sunlight stretching across the hardwood floors. A few unopened boxes sat stacked in one corner — labeled baby clothes, decor, and keepsakes — quiet reminders of everything waiting to come to life.

Emma stepped inside first, her eyes softening as she looked around. "It's hard to believe this is going to be their room soon," she said quietly, her voice full of wonder.

Abigail leaned against the doorframe, her arms folded loosely, watching her with a tender smile. "So tell me, Miss Interior Designer what's the vision?"

Emma turned to her, a sparkle of excitement in her eyes. "Okay, so" she gestured toward the far wall, "the crib will go here. I want it to be natural wood, something simple and light. Nothing too fancy."

Abigail nodded, stepping inside. "I can see it. And maybe above it... a shelf? For little books, or maybe a name sign once we pick one."

Emma's smile widened. "Exactly. I want it to feel personal, not overly decorated. Just soft and warm."

She walked toward the window next, brushing her hand along the sill. "And I was thinking of putting a rocking chair here," she said. "So I can sit here at night and hold the baby. Maybe some soft curtains that let the morning light in."

Abigail came up behind her, slipping her arms gently around her waist. "That sounds perfect," she murmured, resting her chin on Emma's shoulder. "Peaceful, just like you."

Emma laughed quietly, tilting her head back against her. "You're such a flirt."

"Only with you," Abigail whispered, kissing the side of her neck.

Emma turned in her arms, her eyes soft but shining. "For the colors, I was thinking sage green or maybe cream something neutral and calm. No bright pinks or blues, just cozy tones that'll make it feel safe."

Abigail smiled, brushing her thumb over Emma's cheek. "That sounds perfect, baby. Simple and timeless."

Emma looked around the room again, her hand drifting instinctively to her stomach. "It's strange," she said softly. "I've been imagining this for so long, but standing in here now makes it feel real."

Abigail kissed her forehead gently. "It is real. We're building something beautiful."

They spent the next several minutes pacing the room together, tossing ideas back and forth a small rug in the center, a dresser that could double as a changing table, soft lighting, maybe a corner bookshelf with plush toys and baby books. Emma opened her phone and started jotting things down in her notes app while Abigail stood back, her hands on her hips, already visualizing how everything would fit together.

When Emma sat down cross-legged on the floor to take a break, Abigail lowered herself beside her, their shoulders touching.

"I think we should do a big fuzzy rug," Abigail said thoughtfully. "Something cream or off-white. The kind you can sink your toes into."

Emma smiled, looking over at her. "I love that idea. It'll make the room feel softer warmer."

Abigail's gaze dropped to her belly. "You know, I still can't believe there's a little person in there. Half you, half me."