Her life! GxG! Intersex! (Book 1)

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Abigail and Megan were halfway through assembling the bookshelf when Abigail's phone began to buzz on the floor beside her. She reached over, wiping her hands on her sweatpants before swiping to answer.

Emma's voice came through warm and cheerful. "Baby, breakfast is ready!"

Abigail smiled, immediately softening at the sound of her voice. "Perfect timing, we're starving in here."

Megan smirked, tightening one last screw. "Speak for yourself. I've been surviving on cold coffee and sawdust."

Emma laughed on the other end. "Well, come save yourselves before Ashley eats everything. We've got pancakes, bacon, eggs, sausage, and a fruit tray. And, of course, Ashley decided it wouldn't be breakfast without mimosas for the three of you."

Abigail laughed. "Of course she did."

Emma continued, her tone teasing. "And don't worry, I've got my sparkling juice, so I'm part of the toast too."

"Good," Abigail said, her voice warm. "We're on our way, beautiful."

She hung up and looked at Megan, who was wiping her hands on a towel. "You heard the chef time to eat."

"Finally," Megan said, standing up and stretching. "I thought you were going to keep me hostage in here until lunch."

They left the nursery and followed the smell of food down the hall. The closer they got to the kitchen, the richer it became buttery pancakes, crispy bacon, and the faint tang of orange juice and champagne.

When they stepped inside, Emma was setting plates at the counter, wearing one of Abigail's oversized shirts that barely covered her thighs. Her hair was messy from cooking, and her face glowed in the warm kitchen light. Ashley was behind her, pouring mimosas into three tall glasses with a grin.

"There they are!" Ashley said, raising a glass. "The hard-working builders of the day."

Emma giggled. "I told her to wait to do a toast, but she's been pouring since the pancakes flipped."

Megan laughed and took her glass. "I'd expect nothing less from you, Ash."

Abigail leaned over and pressed a kiss to Emma's cheek, whispering, "Smells amazing, baby."

Emma smiled up at her. "You've been working hard all morning. You deserve a good meal."

Abigail rubbed her hand gently along Emma's lower back before sitting down beside her. "You spoil me."

"I call it equal partnership," Emma teased, handing her a plate stacked with pancakes and bacon.

They all settled in around the counter, laughter and chatter blending with the soft sizzle from the still-warm skillet. Ashley raised her mimosa again. "To family, to friends, and to the little one who's already got us building, painting, and planning before they're even here."

They clinked their glasses together mimosas for Megan, Ashley, and Abigail, and sparkling juice for Emma.

"To family," Abigail said softly, meeting Emma's eyes.

Emma's hand brushed her knee under the counter, and she smiled. "To family."

For a few moments, the room was filled with nothing but the sound of forks against plates and quiet laughter. Megan stole a piece of sausage off Ashley's plate, earning an exaggerated gasp. "Hey! That was my last one!"

"You've got pancakes left!" Megan countered, grinning.

Ashley rolled her eyes. "You're lucky I love you."