'Football,' he corrected. 'It's called football over here,' he explained at her puzzled look.
Morgan gave an angry snort. 'Is that all you have to say about your child?'
'How do you know it's going to be a daughter?' he teased, desire rekindling in the depths of his eyes.
She gave him a haughty look. 'Because I've decided it is, that's why. Another boy and I would be outnumbered by the Hammond men three to one— and that's no fair contest for any woman.'
'You could handle it,' Alex assured her softly. 'You could handle a whole army of us—with your love and fierceness.'
She swallowed hard, knowing how privileged she was to have his trust, his love. 'How do you really feel about the baby?'
'I love it. I love you. I love the whole damned world!'
'Just me is enough for this moment.' She pulled him down to her. 'I'm a very demanding woman.'
Alex laughed throatily. 'You certainly arc—thank God! I never knew I had such strong sexual urges until I met you.'
'I know,' she teased. 'And after telling me you'd keep them to a minimum too!
'Wanton!'
'Sex-maniac!'
'.Lowe-maniac,' he corrected huskily, suddenly serious. 'I love you so much, Morgan. I want nothing more than to take care of you and our children. After all, Courtney will need more than one sister to spoil,'
'He certainly will,' she agreed softly, before all the teasing stopped and the serious loving began.