After Clay and I woke up in each other's arms, we just cuddled in bed before each of us took a shower. It was Saturday today so we didn't have to go to school and after we had both dressed up, brushed our teeth and those things, we ended up cuddling in bed again.

Clay looked at me as he pressed his lips on mine and we started kissing again. I was really proud of Clay for finally showing who he actually was. I must have been honest that I was also proud of myself. I might have been beaten up at school, but I was still here and I was still myself. I liked dresses and I could wear them whenever I wanted to wear them.

I focused on Clay and lifted my hand to his cheek as he carefully deepened the kiss slightly. I was proud of him for taking the lead and his hand slowly slipped under my shirt as he stroked my chest softly. I did the same to him and we kept kissing until we ran out of breath.

Clay looked at me with a smile on his face and gave me short kisses on my lips as I giggled shyly. 'I love you, Georgie.'

'I love you too and I'm really glad that we are back together.'

'Me too,' Clay smiled as he pressed his lips on mine again.

We kissed just as long as it took for our door to suddenly open and Clay immediately broke the kiss, looking at Drista coming in. He smiled at her and opened his arms to lift her on the bed.

'Were you kissing?'

Clay giggled with an awkward look in his eyes. 'We were kissing, yes.'

'Do I have to leave again?'

'You don't have to leave.'

Drista nodded and cuddled up between us. She closed her eyes as she just enjoyed our presence close to her and Clay pressed a short kiss on my lips as he hugged me tightly against his body.

Drista seemed to have fallen asleep in between us and Clay took it as his chance to kiss me again. We filled minutes with kissing and taking short breaks in between that and after that Drista woke up again.

We stood up to have breakfast together and I looked at my brother and his boyfriend. They were cuddled up on the couch as they were watching a YouTube video on my brother's phone. His boyfriend kissed my brother's cheek every now and then and I smiled. It was a pretty cute sight so I ended up cuddling up with Clay.

I was watching television as I was cuddled up with Clay on the couch and looked outside. I smiled as I saw a ball fly by and concentrated on the television again. Clay looked at me shortly and kissed my lips, smiling at me after that.

'I love you, honey,' he smiled. He turned the television off to focus on me and started kissing me again.

We kissed for a while and I played with the ring around his finger. He broke the kiss and grabbed my hand to look at the ring around my finger. 'I'm so glad that I've married you.'

'So am I,' I smiled as I blushed. 'Our wedding was one of the greatest things I've ever experienced.'

Clay nodded and kissed my neck shortly as he lifted my dress a little to kiss my chest.

'You're so gorgeous in this dress,' Clay smiled.

I giggled shyly and cuddled up with him as I looked outside again. 'Do we have to check on them?'

'They are twelve years old, they can take care of themselves.'

I nodded and Clay looked at me. 'Pronouns?'

'I don't mind at the moment, you can use any pronouns you want to use.'

'Okay,' Clay smiled as he kissed my cheek.

Clay hadn't changed anything to his gender, he was a demiboy, just as he was years ago. He didn't feel totally connected to his current gender, but he also didn't feel connected to anything else. Sometimes he had days where he preferred they/them, but he mostly used he/him.

Clay stood up after we kissed again for a while and walked to the door. I went with him and Clay ran to our kids with a smile on his face. We had adopted twins when they were five years old and they moved in with us when they were just seven. We married a few months before they moved in with us.

Clay kicked the ball away to play with our kids and our son ran behind the ball as my other child came to me.

'What gender are you?' they smiled.

'I don't mind at all, you can call me dad.'

My kid was non-binary and very rarely switch to a girl as their gender. We respected that of course. Our son was gay or something else, which he didn't know about yet, and he had a boyfriend. It was a cute children's love, but it was amazing to see them happy with each other at this age.

Drista was now fifteen and came out as bigender. They had always thought about it since they were really young and all these years later, they still liked being bigender. They did have feelings for girls sometimes, but they were unlabelled and they wanted to keep it like that.

My brother was married to the same man who was his boyfriend years ago and Clay and I were still together as well.

I saw Clay kneeled down in front of our son and he kissed his forehead. I lifted my child up and walked to Clay as we sat down in the grass.

'I've told you my past,' Clay started. 'And I'm so proud of you all. I know it might have been hard to be yourself this early in your life, but it's so much better than being in a stupid closet. Just know that me and your other parent always love you, no matter what you are or who you like.'

I smiled. 'I'm gender fluid and gay and this is me.'

'And I'm gay, and this is me as well.'

Clay cuddled up with me and our kids with a smile on his face. 'This is me,' he whispered as he kissed my cheek.