Abby and Violet (Yuri Light Novel)

Before Abby came into my life, the library used to be my sanctum at school. It was the one place I retreated to in between classes just so I could stay in peace and quiet. The one place where I was less surrounded by people.

Of course, after Abby came into my life, the library was left forgotten as she latched onto me from the very start, and I couldn’t see bringing her there without her getting bored and getting us into trouble. Honestly, it was an unfair assumption on my part, as Abby would likely pass me little notes just like she did during class.

All this to say that, now that I was in the Library Committee, it felt a bit like coming home. Our high school library was bigger than the one on the middle school side, and I dare say, it was likely older. The wooden tiles covering the floor at least looked worn out, varnish having come off and been reapplied in a few places, and there were scratch marks from chairs being dragged over it time after time. The view from the windows was quite nice, letting in plenty of natural light and showing the public park behind our school. Seeing the park reminded me that Abby and I never really spent much time there, if any at all. Maybe because it was just right next to school and we’d rather not be reminded about school stuff?

“You seem lost in thought,” Thomas, the Committee President, said as he came to sit to my left. “Is there something troubling you?”

“No, nothing like that,” I told him. “Just lost in my own thoughts, like you said at the beginning.”

“You do that a lot, huh?”

I told him it was a habit of mine as I rested my chin on a hand and went back to staring at one of the windows from across our desk. I was very mindful to use my left hand so my ring would be in full view when he looked at me.

I wonder what Abby’s up to right now…

Most likely at the gym or giving Oliver some belly rubs while cradling him like a baby. Or preparing me some sort of surprise.

Hmm… A surprise, most definitely.

There had been no signs of that throughout the day, so how was I so sure? Let’s call it  “a wife’s intuition”.

“Another peaceful day, huh?” Thomas sighed as he relaxed his posture on the chair. “Sure does us good, the antisocial types, doesn’t it?”

“It really does,” I said with a nod. “Although, honestly? I might have gotten a bit used to being around other people, so I could use hearing at least some whispering.”

“Really?” he chuckled. “That’s a bit unexpected. Then again, if I’m not mistaken, you’re one of the popular girls in your class.”

“You’ve heard about that?” I asked him, now finally looking at him head-on. I wasn’t as much surprised that he heard about my popularity as that he seemingly hadn’t heard about me being married.

“I mean, I’ve heard about a ‘cool beauty’ in one of the twelfth-grade classes,” he said, giving me a smile that I suppose could be called charming. “It had to be you, from what I’ve heard and now see.”

I began drumming my cheekbone with my fingers, trying to get his attention on my ring, as I sighed that I’d prefer if people weren’t going around painting me like some sort of mythical creature.

And just then…

“Hi there!” someone chirped.

“Oh, hi, Abby,” I said, immediately letting out a giggle as I turned my head in the opposite direction from where Thomas sat. There she was, my wife. Her hair was a bit damp, and she was lifting a paper bag from our favourite bakery. It told me everything I needed to know: she went to the gym, took a shower, put her school uniform back on, stopped by the bakery and then came here to pick me up.

“Hmm? You don’t look surprised to see me,” she said, adopting a whiny voice that she still kept down.

“Sorry, I somehow knew you were going to do this,” I told her. “Well, not this exactly, but something like this nonetheless.”

Abby got all fluffy and melty on the other side of the desk, having a small giggling fit from the sheer happiness that I, her wife, had her so well figured out.

Thomas spoke then, reminding me that he was still there. He asked if she was my best friend. Abby’s giggling immediately calmed down, and she answered him before I could.

“Oh, I’m not just her best friend,” Abby told him, still giggling. She then lifted her left hand and wiggled her fingers. “I’m also her wife. Abigail Evergreen, but you can call me just Abby.”

His eyes widened as he looked back and forth between Abby and me, completely stunned by the revelation. Then, he seemed to finally notice the ring, or at least he finally understood it was more than “decoration”.

“I did hear talks that there were two girls married to one another in our school, but I never gave those rumours much credit.

Abby laughed as she told him to give this one credit, as it was true. She then offered to show him her ID if he still didn’t believe our story. He told her it was fine, and I saw a spark of disappointment in her eyes, making me wonder just how much Abby enjoyed showing people her new legal name and marital status.

“Well, since your wife came to pick you up, why don’t you go on ahead?”

“What about putting the books on the trolley back into their places?”

“It’s fine!” he assured me. “It’s just a few of them, and you’ve been staying late to help out ever since you joined, so it’s only fair that you can leave a bit early today. And it’d be bad to make her wait, wouldn’t it?”

Abby and I thanked him and, as soon as I came around the desk, Abby wrapped her arms around one of mine and tangled fingers with me, her head on my shoulder as she asked where we’d eat. I suggested us trying out the park behind school for a change of pace. Then, just as we were about to step out, I remembered something, so we turned back around and stepped into the back office. There, from a pile of magazines that would be taken to recycling or storage, I grabbed a couple of car magazines meant for Stephen. With that, and bidding farewell to Thomas again, we were finally ready to go on and start our weekend.

The stop at the park had been a brief one. Abby and I found a picnic bench close to a bunch of flowers, and from where we could partially see the orange of the school roof peeking between the branches of the very tall trees that inhabited the park. Not even when we went camping did I see just tall trees, making me wonder just how old this park was. It was probably the oldest in our little town, and I wouldn’t be surprised if I were told that it was there from the very beginning.

Anyway, after we ate, talked and laughed about everything and anything, we headed to Stephen’s shop. Once there, we were greeted by his dad, a mechanic with very long hair, something I always found a bit odd. Wasn’t he afraid it’d get caught somewhere or in something?

“My son is in the back with Mathilda,” he said as he peeked from under a car he was working on. “Hopefully practising making babies with her, but knowing my son, he’s probably working on his project instead.”

Stephen’s mum heard that and hissed at him from somewhere in the office to be more mindful of what he says. He simply tossed a grin in her general direction before completely disappearing under the car.

“Even his Dad is getting tired of them beating around the bush,” Abby whispered as she tugged my sleeve.

Reaching the back, we knocked on the door. From the other side, there was some old Rock n’ Roll playing, and soon enough, the door opened, Mathilda appearing and blocking our view of the interior.

“Hi there, girls!” She greeted with a huge smile. She was mostly still in her school uniform, having done away with her tie and had unbuttoned her shirt down to an almost dangerous level — a bit of her pink bra could be seen as she shifted her weight— and pulled it free from under her skirt. “What brought you here?”

I showed her the magazines I had brought from school and told her we just stopped by to drop them off since we hadn’t made any plans for the weekend. She thanked me and took them from my hands before diving back inside. I heard her telling Stephen we were there and asking him where she should put the magazines. The rest was a bit drowned out by the music, but it felt like she was nagging him about coming to thank us. I think I was right about it because soon after, the two appeared. Stephen was in a well-worn jumpsuit, rubbing a cloth between his hands to get them clean. Mathilda was behind him, her hands on his shoulders.

After a brief exchange of gratitude, Abby asked him how his project was coming along.

“Just great,” he told us. “I was just finishing re-installing a carb I had to rebuild when you two knocked on the door. Hopefully, I just need to tune it and the others.”

“And how many are there in total?”

“Eight,” he told as he tossed the cloth he used into a bin. “You can now imagine the pain in the neck it is if the engine isn’t working correctly, and finding out which one isn’t working and why.”

“Oh, quit complaining!” Mathilda laughed. “You know you like it like that!”

He bobbed his head side to side with a smile and a long, high-pitched “eh” as he couldn’t fully deny her statement.

We— Abby and I, had our work done, so we said we’d be on our way and leave them to go back to whatever it was that they were doing, but Mathilda wanted to make plans for us all to hang out during the weekend. It simply wasn’t possible from our part, as with school, me now being in the Library Committee, studying and doing homework, and everyone in our family is now working, the house chores had piled up, so we needed the weekend to sort it out.

“Aww, that sucks!” Mathilda whined.

“Well, I’m free tomorrow,” Stephen told her, placing a hand on her shoulder. “You and I could go watch that movie you were talking about while I was working on my project.”

“You mean, just you and me?” Mathilda asked, the corners of her mouth twitching while her eyes were already smiling.

“Yup, just you and me.”

She let out a giggle as she agreed to it, not fighting back that urge any longer. Stephen smiled back and ruffled her hair a bit, making her whine about him ruining it.

“It’s alright,” he told her as he walked back inside his corner of the garage. “I think you look better with it a bit ruffled up.”

“You’re such a jerk!” she told him, although the insult carried zero bitterness, only warmth.

“That was super cute,” Abby told her.

“Was not!” Mathilda barked while combing herself with her fingers. “It was super annoying that he did that to my hair.”

“No, I meant your reaction when you agreed to his invitation,” Abby clarified, her smile turning completely mischievous. “It was super cute how happy and giggly you were just now instead of that creepy face you do when fighting that back.”

“Violet!” Mathilda whined as she tugged my shirt. “Your wife is being mean to me!”

“Haah… Abby, just because you’re right about something about someone, that doesn’t mean you should tell them about it.”

“Pfft, ah-haha!”

“Oh, come on! Not you too!”