Nora's POV
I bite my lip and glance over at James. Kevin being around brings comfort, but there's something special about having our space to ourselves. We only have weeks left before the move anyway, and our new place will be spacious enough that we can have privacy when needed. Though we do tend to get rather vocal at times.
"Coffee's almost done," James announces. "One small cup daily won't hurt."
"Thank the heavens," I say with exaggerated relief. "But I need sugar in it." My nose scrunches up. I've always preferred my coffee black.
"Sugar cravings usually mean you're having a girl," James informs me. "I've been researching."
"You're going to become the pregnancy expert before I am," I laugh, settling onto the island stool.
"Never gave it much thought before," he admits, moving behind me to massage my shoulders while I eat. "Now that I've gotten you pregnant, the whole process amazes me."
