Page 24 of Faith Notes
My little boy.
My eyes jerk up to Georgia’s to find her watching me, a soft smile spread across her mouth.
“Is that him?” I ask, my voice a choked whisper even though it’s just the two of us here.
Georgia nods, her hand coming up to caress my face while I kneel at her lap.
“How long have you been able to feel him?”
“Just a few days. At first, I didn’t realize what it was, but then it started happening a lot. It finally hit me that I was feeling our little boy.”
My throat aches as I try to swallow. I know this has been a worry for Georgia, and honestly, it’s been a worry for me, too. The doctor told us that with an anterior placenta, it could be some time before we had this moment, and we understood that. But now I realize how much we had both been holding our breath.
“It’s pretty great, isn’t it?” Georgia asks, pulling me out of my thoughts.
Sliding my hand under her shirt so I can press my hand closer to her stomach, I smile up at her. “Yeah, Peach. It’s pretty great.”
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“Jake.”
“Ryan.”
“Wyatt.”
Georgia and I have been throwing around names for the last hour while we drove to a store a couple of towns over. We are going to pick out things for the nursery today, and Georgia found a baby boutique she wanted to visit.
I took the whole day off so I could spend time with her. I don’t want to miss out on any part of this.
Except maybe the whole name thing because I’m starting to get a headache behind my left eye, and we are no closer to agreeing on a name than when we started.
Who knew that picking out someone’s forever name could be so hard?
Beside me, Georgia groans in the passenger seat, putting her head into her hands and shaking it.
“We are never going to figure this out, are we?” she asks, her question muffled by her hands.
“Hey,” I say, reaching over and tugging on her wrist so I can see her face, “we have time. We will figure this out.”
She takes a deep breath, holding it for a second before she pushes it out. “You’re right. I’m being dramatic.”
My eyes slice away from her back to the road ahead, and my lips twitch, fighting back a smile.
“I saw that,” she says, exasperation coloring her voice.
The smile slips free. “You said it. Not me. I know better.”
If I weren’t still holding on to her wrist, she probably would have swatted me, but I tighten my hold just a little so she can’t escape.
Huffing, she says, “You’re a nuisance. I hope you know that.”
My smile grows bigger, revealing my teeth. “Yeah, but I’m your nuisance, and that’s all that matters.”
Georgia rolls her eyes, but there’s happiness there.
Soon enough, we are pulling into the parking lot of the boutique. I hop out of the truck and jog to Georgia’s side to help her out. She already has the door open when I get there, but before she can jump out, I place my hands on each side of her waist and lift her out of the truck.
“I like opening your door for you. Stop stealing my thunder,” I tease, kissing her temple and preening a little as she leans into it.
