"Okay, slow it down there. I haven't had any morning sickness with any of my pregnancy—I don't want to start now."
"Sorry." The spinning stops, and he lowers me to the ground until my feet touch the floor. "Sorry, baby." He bends down and kisses my belly before leaning back up. So, what are we going to name this one?"
I place a finger to my lips, "Well, if it's a girl, we'll name her Alexa."
"And if it's a boy?"
"Why, Freddie, of course. After my third favorite piano man."
Mike rolls his eyes, but I know he's only teasing me, "It could be worse—it could be twin boys again, and you would have to name them Mercury and Freddie."
"Touché my favorite piano man."