Her life! GxG! Intersex! (Book 1)

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After the appointment, Emma walked out of the building holding the ultrasound pictures like they were made of glass. Abigail stayed close beside her, one hand resting on the small of Emma's back, guiding her gently through the lobby.

The sunlight outside felt different somehow—brighter, warmer, like the whole world knew what they had just seen together.

Emma let out a shaky exhale. "Twelve weeks... That still doesn't feel real."

Abigail unlocked the car and kissed the side of her head as she helped her in. "It's real, baby. And you heard the doctor—everything looks perfect."

Emma settled into the passenger seat, clutching the pictures to her chest. "I think my emotions are broken," she said with a watery laugh. "I can't stop crying."

Abigail reached over, wiping a tear with her thumb. "Let 'em flow. Cry as much as you need. I'll just sit here and look cute while you do it."

Emma let out a snort-laugh. "You're ridiculous."

"Ridiculously in love," Abigail said, winking as she started the car.

Emma covered her face, laughing into her palms. "Stop... I'm too pregnant for this."

Abigail grinned. "And we're stopping to get you a snack, by the way."

Emma peeked at her through her fingers. "I wasn't going to say anything... but yes. Yes, please."

"What's the craving today?" Abigail asked, pulling into the street.

Emma didn't even hesitate. "Mozzarella sticks. And a strawberry lemonade. And maybe fries. Like... a small mountain of fries."

Abigail laughed softly. "Baby, this child is going to come out obsessed with junk food."

Emma shrugged, unconcerned. "As long as they come out happy."

Abigail reached across the console and squeezed her knee. "Snack run it is."

Ten minutes later, they were parked in front of a drive-thru. Emma was eating fries out of the bag while Abigail waited for the mozzarella sticks to cool down.

Emma held up a fry to Abigail's lips. "Open."

Abigail leaned in, letting Emma feed her. "Mmm. See? I knew you wanted to share."

"No, I'm just in a good mood," Emma teased, dipping another fry in her sauce.

Abigail arched a brow. "Wow. Pregnancy Emma is generous."

"Don't get used to it," Emma said, but she was smiling too hard for it to be a real warning.

When they pulled onto campus, Emma reached over and caught Abigail's wrist.

"Wait... Come here."

Abigail leaned in, and Emma kissed her—soft, warm, lingering. A thank-you without words.

"You're the best support system I could ever ask for," Emma said quietly, touching Abigail's cheek with her fingertips. "Thank you for coming with me today."

"You don't ever have to thank me," Abigail whispered. "I'll show up for you every single time."

Emma's eyes softened. "I know."

Emma pulled into the roundabout near Abigail's music building, easing the car to a soft stop. Students were walking in groups, laughing, earbuds in, backpacks bouncing with each step. The world was busy, moving, loud—but inside the car it felt like time had slowed completely.