Her life! GxG! Intersex! (Book 1)

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Abigail drove in silence for a few minutes, the tension from the parking lot still lingering — but it wasn't uncomfortable.

It was electric.

Emma leaned her head back against the seat, looking satisfied with herself. One hand rested on her belly, the other still lightly covering Abigail's on her thigh.

Abigail finally glanced over. "You feel better now?"

Emma gave a soft hum. "Much."

"You're wild," Abigail said, shaking her head with a smile that refused to leave her face.

Emma turned toward her. "No. I'm protective."

Abigail's expression softened at that.

"You didn't have to do all that," Abigail said quietly.

"I know," Emma replied. "But I wanted to."

They pulled into the garage of their building, the car slowing as Abigail parked in their usual spot. The engine cut off, and for a moment, neither of them moved.

Emma looked over at her again. "You good?"

Abigail nodded. "Yeah. I just... I like when you stand up like that. It reminds me you're not just soft. You're strong too."

Emma smiled gently. "I can be both."

Abigail leaned over and kissed her — slow this time. Not heated. Not claiming.

Just steady.

When they pulled apart, Emma whispered, "Let's go upstairs. I'm tired."

"From what?" Abigail teased lightly.

Emma raised an eyebrow. "Don't start."

They both laughed.

She stepped out first this time, closing her door and walking around to open Emma's again. Emma accepted her hand, sliding out carefully, her expression calm now — but still a little smug.

Abigail raised an eyebrow. "You proud of yourself?"

Emma shrugged lightly. "Very."

Abigail laughed under her breath and leaned in to kiss her temple before moving to the trunk. She popped it open and started pulling out the grocery bags — mac and cheese ingredients, greens, cornbread mix, chicken, Emma's snacks. She hooked as many as she could onto her arms.

"Give me some," Emma said, reaching.

"Nope," Abigail replied immediately. "You supervise."

Emma rolled her eyes but stepped closer anyway, resting one hand on Abigail's back while she loaded herself up like she was preparing for battle.

"You look like you're about to hike a mountain," Emma teased.

"I am," Abigail said. "It's called the elevator ride."

They walked toward the building entrance together, Emma leaning lightly into Abigail's side. Once inside the garage elevator, Emma pressed the button for their floor and then leaned back into Abigail's shoulder.

"You know she was still staring," Emma said quietly.

"I figured," Abigail answered.

Emma tilted her head. "You okay?"

"Yeah," Abigail nodded. "I just don't like the attention."

Emma slipped her hand into Abigail's free one between the grocery bags. "You don't have to."

The elevator opened, and they stepped out together. Abigail adjusted the bags and walked them toward their door. Once inside, she carried everything straight to the kitchen island and set the bags down with a soft exhale.