Her life! GxG! Intersex! (Book 1)

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Monday morning still carried weight, just not the newness of Abigail's schedule.

The apartment buzzed with that shared, purposeful energy that came from two people moving in parallel. Abigail moved through the kitchen easily, already dressed, packing her bag with the familiar rhythm she'd settled into over the past few weeks—notebooks, pens, a protein bar she knew she'd forget about otherwise. Coffee brewed in the background, the sound steady and grounding.

In the bedroom, Emma stood in front of the mirror, smoothing the front of her blouse, then pausing. She took a breath. Then another.

Abigail leaned against the doorway, watching her with a soft smile. "You look great," she said. "Nervous, but great."

Emma laughed quietly. "I still feel like I'm learning my way around this place. New building, new rooms... new everything."

Abigail crossed the room and slipped her hands around Emma's waist from behind. "That's okay. Today doesn't have to feel familiar yet."

Emma rested her hands over Abigail's. "Meanwhile, you're heading into another normal Monday like nothing's changed."

Abigail smiled. "My schedule's familiar. You're the brave one today."

Emma turned in her arms, searching her face. "Text me when you get to class."

"I always do," Abigail said gently. "And you text me after your first workshop."

Emma nodded, reassured, and leaned in for a kiss—slow, grounding, the kind that steadied both of them. "Okay. Let's go."

The drive to campus was quiet, the kind that felt calm instead of awkward. Morning light stretched across the dashboard, catching the edges of the windshield as traffic rolled steadily along.

Emma kept her eyes on the road, hands firm on the steering wheel. She looked composed, but Abigail could feel the nerves sitting just under the surface—the slight tension in her posture, the way she inhaled a little deeper at every stoplight.

Without a word, Abigail reached over and rested her hand on Emma's thigh.

The contact was gentle. Intentional.

Emma's grip tightened for a brief second, then eased. Her shoulders dropped just a little.

"Okay," Emma said quietly. "That helps."

Abigail smiled, her thumb tracing a slow, grounding circle against her leg. "You're doing great already."

Emma glanced at her, just long enough for a soft smile to break through. "I just want to make a good first impression."

"You will," Abigail said easily. "You always do."

The campus buildings came into view ahead, familiar for Abigail, still new and slightly overwhelming for Emma. The car rolled forward, steady and smooth.

Abigail kept her hand where it was the whole way.

"This is really happening," she said softly.

Abigail squeezed her hand. "You're ready. Even if it doesn't feel like it yet."

They walked toward the building together before splitting at the entrance. Emma paused, reaching back for Abigail's hand one more time.

"Go crush Music Theory," Emma said.

Abigail smiled. "Go make students feel safe."

Emma laughed and headed down the hall toward her classroom, shoulders squared but eyes bright with nerves and determination. Abigail turned toward her own familiar route, slipping into Music Theory with the ease of routine.