Her life! GxG! Intersex! (Book 1)

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They stood like that for a moment, bodies pressed close, the noise of the city a faint hum in the distance. Then Abigail pulled back slightly, her eyes warm. "How was your day, baby? What did you get up to while I was gone?"

Emma smiled, sliding her fingers along the countertop as she spoke. "It was actually really nice. I cleaned up a bit, watched a few music showcases from last year I wanted to see what kind of stuff the students at the academy are doing. I'm trying to get a feel for what I'll be teaching once my classes start next week."

Abigail's expression brightened. "Oh yeah, that's right your first classes are coming up. You excited?"

Emma nodded, her smile widening. "Yeah, I am. Nervous too, but mostly excited. It feels good to be getting back into it. Guitar and piano 101, plus helping with the vocal performance workshops... it's going to be a lot, but I'm ready for it."

Abigail leaned on the counter beside her, eyes full of quiet pride. "You're going to be amazing, Em. Those students don't even know how lucky they are."

Emma looked at her, soft and adoring. "You really think so?"

"I know so," Abigail said, brushing her thumb across Emma's knuckles. "You light up when you talk about it. You were born for this."

Emma's heart fluttered a little at that. "You always know what to say."

Abigail chuckled and kissed her gently. "Only because it's true."

Emma smiled into the kiss, then pulled away with a small sigh, rubbing her belly. "I didn't realize how tired I was until you got home."

Abigail tilted her head. "You want to eat now, or relax first?"

"Let's relax a bit," Emma said. "Maybe sit on the balcony for a while before dinner?"

Abigail nodded, her voice soft. "Perfect."

She picked up the strawberries and set them on a tray with two glasses of sparkling water, then took Emma's hand. Together, they walked toward the balcony, where the city stretched out below them in a thousand shades of gold and rose.

Abigail moved toward the kitchen, rolling up the sleeves of her hoodie with a small, focused smile. She opened the fridge and scanned the contents, humming under her breath before pulling out ingredients chicken, vegetables, eggs, butter, and cheese.

"Alright," she said, setting everything down on the counter. "You, my love, are getting my signature chicken alfredo. And yes," she added with a grin, "I'm making the sauce from scratch."

Emma perked up immediately. "From scratch? Look at you, chef Abby."

Abigail laughed, glancing over her shoulder as she filled a pot with water. "You know I like to show off when you're watching me."

Emma hopped up onto the counter across from her, the marble cool against her legs. She wore one of Abigail's old T-shirts that fell to her thighs, her hair now down and brushing against her shoulders. The smell of garlic and butter was already filling the air, mixing with the faint floral scent from the vase of roses Abigail had brought home earlier.

"You look good when you cook," Emma teased softly, kicking her feet a little.

Abigail smirked, stirring the pan. "You just like watching me work."

"Maybe," Emma said, pretending to think about it. "Or maybe I just like watching you in your element."

Abigail looked up for a second, their eyes meeting through the faint haze of steam. "This counts as my element?"