This year, I'm thankful for... || Simmons Bros
James started to stir when he felt a weird warmth pressing on his face. He wasn't any less confused when he opened his eyes to be greeted with a tiny hand. He could hear voices, bustling not too far away from him and when his head stopped feeling so fuzzy, the first thing he recognised was Rylie half skipping, half running towards the sound of her mothers voice. He slowly sat himself up from where he'd apparently decided to take a nap on the couch and felt his cheeks burn as he tried to fold the blanket someone had draped over him. He looked up when he thought he'd heard his name being called.. maybe it was mentioned but he tried to give his attention to what he thought was drawing it whilst he failed to mask a yawn. "Greet... greetings.." @thecodiesimmons
