Her life! GxG! Intersex! (Book 1)

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The scent of waffles and fresh fruit lingered in the air, wrapping the room in warmth.

Abigail stood at the sink rinsing dishes, still humming to herself from the melody she'd been working on the night before. Behind her, Emma sat at the kitchen counter, dressed in her robe, laptop open, glasses perched low on her nose as she scrolled through lesson plans. Her hair was loose, catching bits of light in the morning glow.

"You look like a professor already," Abigail said with a smile, drying her hands.

Emma looked up, her lips curving into a grin. "That's because I am a professor again," she teased. "Now go on, you've got class today, don't you?"

Abigail grabbed her water bottle and leaned against the counter. "Yeah. Tuesdays are a long one." She slipped her schedule off the fridge with a small laugh. "First is English Composition & Writing Workshop with Professor Fletcher at ten. She's amazing—makes us write in class a lot, though. Says it helps find our 'authentic voice.'"

Emma smiled softly. "That sounds like something you'd be good at."

"She's really encouraging," Abigail continued, "and she gives these creative prompts that actually make you think about life. I kind of like it." She took another sip of water, then let out a quiet breath. "Then at one, I've got Music History: 20th Century & Beyond."

Emma blinked once, watching her carefully. "Who's teaching that one again?"

Abigail hesitated for half a heartbeat, then exhaled. "Professor Shields."

The name lingered in the air for a moment before Emma spoke, calm but firm. "So two classes with her."

"Yeah," Abigail admitted, shifting the strap of her bag higher onto her shoulder. "Guess fate really wants me to learn from her." She smiled faintly, trying to keep the moment light, but her tone was even steady. "It's fine, though. She's been professional. No weird moments since that night."

Emma leaned forward, resting her chin in her hand as she studied her face. "I trust you. I just don't trust her. You keep your distance, okay?"

Abigail walked over and brushed a curl from Emma's face, smiling gently. "Always. I've got you and the baby to think about. I'm not giving anyone the chance to mess that up."

Emma's eyes softened at the words, her hand instinctively resting on her small bump. "I know you won't. Just... promise me, if she even tries something, you'll tell me."

"I promise." Abigail leaned in, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "But I think she knows not to test me anymore."

That made Emma laugh softly, the sound pulling the tension out of the air. "Yeah," she said with a teasing smile, "you made that pretty clear."

Abigail kissed her again, this time on the lips, slow and warm. "You need anything before I go?"

Emma shook her head. "No, baby. Just text me when you get there."

Abigail smiled, grabbing her keys from the hook by the door. "I will. And I'll bring you something sweet on my way home."

"Chocolate-covered strawberries?" Emma asked hopefully.

Abigail laughed. "You got it."

She leaned down for one last kiss, longer this time, and whispered, "I love you."

"I love you too," Emma said softly, her eyes full of warmth.

As Abigail opened the door, the morning light followed her out, leaving Emma smiling to herself at the counter. She listened to the fading sound of footsteps in the hallway and placed a hand on her belly, feeling that quiet peace that came from knowing everything was exactly as it should be.