Her life! GxG! Intersex! (Book 1)

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Emma yawned and sat up, rubbing her stomach with one hand. "I think I'm going to make breakfast," she said, her voice warm and easy.

Abigail turned and smiled. "That sounds amazing, baby. I'll start building the furniture while you cook. We can make it a productive morning."

Emma smiled, already heading toward the kitchen. "You mean you'll make a mess and call it progress."

Abigail laughed under her breath. "Progress comes with a little mess."

The faint sound of clattering pans and the smell of butter filled the air as Emma began pulling ingredients from the fridge. Abigail, meanwhile, made her way down the hall to the nursery, rolling up the sleeves of her hoodie as she eyed the neat pile of boxes she'd stacked the night before. Each one was labeled in black marker: crib, dresser, bassinet, bookshelf, rocking chair, changing table, closet organizer.

She crouched beside the biggest box, ready to start unpacking, when a soft knock echoed through the condo.

Abigail wiped her hands on her sweatpants and called out toward the kitchen, "I got it, babe!"

Emma's voice floated back. "Okay! Don't let anyone in if they're trying to sell something!"

Abigail laughed as she walked down the hall, brushing her hair out of her face. When she opened the door, she was met with two familiar smiles — Megan holding two cups of coffee and Ashley standing beside her with a paper bag that smelled like cinnamon rolls.

"Well, if it isn't my favorite duo," Abigail said, her grin widening. "You couldn't have picked a better time to show up."

Megan raised a brow. "Oh no. That tone means we're about to get put to work, doesn't it?"

"Absolutely," Abigail said without hesitation, taking the coffees from her and passing one back to Ashley. "You two just became part of Operation Build Babyland."

Ashley chuckled, already slipping off her jacket. "Let me guess, Emma's in the kitchen?"

"About to start breakfast," Abigail said, her tone teasing. "You can help her, or at least keep her entertained. I'm stealing this one for a bit."

Before Ashley could respond, Abigail hooked her arm through Megan's and started leading her toward the nursery.

Megan blinked, trying not to spill her coffee. "Wait, what's happening?"

"You, my dear best friend, are helping me build furniture," Abigail said, half laughing as she pulled her along.

Ashley shook her head, amused, and called after them, "Don't break her before the baby's even born!"

"I make no promises!" Abigail called back.

When they reached the nursery, Megan froze in the doorway. The sunlight caught the freshly painted sage walls, giving the room a soft, dreamy glow. Boxes of furniture lined one side of the room like soldiers waiting for orders.

"Oh my God," Megan said, taking a sip of her coffee. "You weren't kidding. You've got a whole store in here."

Abigail grinned proudly, pointing toward the pile. "You're helping me build all of this. Crib, dresser, bassinet, bookshelf, rocking chair, changing table, closet organizer, curtains the works."

Megan blinked, lowering her cup slowly. "All of it? You're insane."

Abigail smirked. "Dedicated."

"Insanely dedicated," Megan muttered, setting her drink on the dresser box. "Alright, where do we start?"

"The crib," Abigail said immediately, crouching to slice through the tape with a small box cutter. "That's the one Emma will care about the most."

They started unpacking, the sound of cardboard tearing and hardware clinking filling the air. The instructions unfolded like a map of chaos, and Megan stared at them in disbelief. "These people expect us to build this without an engineering degree?"