Epilogue-Erica

Five Years later

O pening two more piano bars in two different cities in the last three years has been nothing short of a miracle. Especially having twin toddlers underfoot—but I wouldn't change it for the world.

"What do you think of having a separate room with a piano for private parties for our next piano bar?" Once Mike decided to reach for his dream, he didn't look back.

"I think I love you, husband, and that's actually a really good idea. Who wouldn't want their own private piano, man? I know I enjoy mine."

"Oh, really, and how much do you love this piano, man?" He quirks an eyebrow at me, waiting for an answer.

"Let's just say I love my piano man so much. Joel and Billy are going to have a little brother or sister in about six and a half months."

"Are you serious?"

I nod, tears running down my face—damn pregnancy hormones.

"I love you, Erica." He kisses my lips and picks me up, spinning me around in the way he loves to do.

"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."