162- OUR LITTLE GEORGE

"Heyyy...you okay?" Moore asked softly. His eyebrows furrowed in concern.

"I'm fine. I guess the spin on the beach has me a little dizzy. But I loved it."

Soft sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a warm bluish glow in the room. I sat on our bed, resting my back on a pile of pillows Moore had earlier stacked against the headboard. I sighed in contentment and pleasure.

Moore lay beside me. His arms surrounded my swollen belly protectively, and his fingers made circular ticklish patterns. They made me giggle. We marveled at the miracle growing within me. Our baby, our little bundle of joy.

"George is going to be such a lucky child," Moore's s voice held awe and tenderness. We had talked about naming him and agreed to name him George after my father.

"And you, my love, will be an amazing mother. And you're an amazing psychologist. What do you think about practicing again after George is born?"

I let out a soft sigh in agreement, but a hint of uncertainty lingered in my eyes. "