Nora's POV
I push the blankets away and walk to the window, my hand hovering inches from the screen. "Is this too much wind for her?"
James glances between me, the open window, and our sleeping daughter. His uncertainty mirrors my own, and it offers little comfort since he's supposed to have paternal instincts about these things. On any other spring evening, I would have welcomed the gentle breeze, curled up warm beneath my covers. But everything changes when you have a baby. Every draft becomes a potential threat.
Every temperature shift feels dangerous.
Nobody prepares you for the constant worry about the smallest details.
"I'll shut it once you're asleep," he promises.
"Thank you." I return to bed, watching Rhianna settle beside Renata in her swing, knowing she'll keep our daughter warm.
Before I can pull the covers over my legs, James moves over me. My breath catches, pulse quickening with familiar anticipation.
