Nora's POV
Weeks had passed since Renata's arrival into our world.
"Absolutely not." James snatched the television remote from my grasp and hurled it across the living room.
"Are you serious right now?" I extended my hand, using my telekinetic abilities to retrieve the device. Renata dozed peacefully in my arms, having just finished nursing and succumbed to what I'd come to recognize as her post-meal stupor.
"Dead serious. You're not watching the evening news right before our first night out since Renata was born."
"It's hardly a night out when you're dragging the baby along," Antonia commented dryly, not bothering to glance up from her phone screen.
"We're taking it slow," James replied, confiscating the remote once more. "Small victories." He placed the device on the coffee table and wrapped his arm around my shoulders. I melted into his embrace, my heart swelling with contentment.
