Ivy’s Dad & Holly’s Mom, Fifteen-ish Years ago . . .
Ebony (telecrystal): I’ll give my name, just to be safe.
Ebony: Laurel! It’s me, Ebony.
Laurel: You were right — I never would’ve recognized you with the new hair.
Ebony: . . . wow, the pregnancy agrees with you!
It feels amazing. Like when I started on estrogen all over again. It’s too bad we agreed to only have one — I could do this all the time.
How about you, how is yours doing?
Ebony: Not great. We figured it would give them some dysphoria, but . . . it’s been messier than expected. Let’s just say it’s a good thing we only wanted one.
Ebony & Laurel: . . .
Ebony: We could’ve asked you to carry our baby!
Laurel: I could’ve offered to carry your baby!
Ebony: Augh, talk about a missed opportunity!
Laurel: At least this way they’ll be the same age, so we can have them play together . . . Maybe we’ll get lucky and they’ll also end up being best friends!