Nora's POV
I tug the soft blankets higher around my shoulders and nestle deeper against James. He sits propped up in our bed, his attention focused on some financial documents on his laptop screen. Whatever investment strategy he was explaining to me earlier had sent me straight into a peaceful nap. The golden afternoon light streams through our windows now, casting long shadows across the floor, and I know I should probably get up and shake off this drowsy haze.
But the warmth feels too good, and my familiars have claimed their usual spots across the bed, leaving barely any room for us humans.
The best part though is waking up without that awful nausea. Not feeling like I might vomit at any second is absolutely incredible.
"Still buried in work?" I mumble sleepily, squinting at his computer screen. James immediately snaps the laptop shut and sets it aside, his full attention shifting to me with a warm smile.
"I can stop anytime. How are you doing?"
"I think I'm doing okay."
