How many of you believe spending a weekend being pampered at a spa resort is relaxing? I mean, how could it not be—between the massages, the manis and pedis, the yoga, the facials?

But by the time Kelsey and I finally left the Wine Valley Resort early Sunday evening, I was ready to crawl into bed and sleep for the next month. Every time we had been about to leave, Kelsey checked her phone, then came up with something else for us to do.

But I couldn’t complain—it had been a lot of fun.

And I knew exactly how to thank Josh for the weekend—once I’d recovered from my exhaustion.

As Kelsey drove us back to San Francisco, I held the envelope with the prenatal photos she had taken last week.

Did you want to see them? You might want to grab a box of tissues first—or maybe that was just me. Those out-of-control hormones still loved playing the game Let’s Make Holly Cry.

Fifty points if I cried in public.

The first photo was black and white with me sitting on the park bench. My butt was near the front of the seat, a slight curve to my lower back, which accentuated the baby bump. My favorite part? Josh had been standing behind the bench and was kissing me on the lips. There was something sweet yet possessive about the photo.

And hello…hotness factor.

The second photo? Josh and I were both standing, with Josh behind me again. Our hands cradled my baby bump from above and below. It was both tender and sweet…and made my heart ache at how much we looked like a family. Even if Noah hadn’t been born yet.

“So,” Kelsey began, her focus on the road as she drove, “have you and Josh decided yet what will happen once Noah is born? Will Josh live with you two?”

I shook my head, even though she couldn’t see me, and flipped on my happy, optimistic voice. “He’s not giving up his apartment, but that’s probably a good thing.” Yeah, I know. I hadn’t exactly answered her question. Did you think she noticed?

Okay, she might not have noticed if I hadn’t followed that with, “There are so many unknowns about our future—there’s no point in me getting too attached to him.”

Brilliant. Really smooth going, Hols.

“What do you mean?”

Well, since the kangaroo was out of the knapsack…

“For starters, what happens if he’s traded? I can’t go with him. I’d lose my job.”

“But you’d get a new one.”

I let out a small laugh. Oops. Apparently, I forgot to turn on my casual, happy-go-lucky mode. “It’s not that easy. For one, I don’t have my green card yet. If I lose my job or leave it, it’s back to Australia I go.”

“Does Josh know this?”

I might have mentioned it once—before I got pregnant. I vaguely remembered that conversation from the night we got drunk—but I wasn’t one hundred percent certain it happened. “We haven’t discussed it, so I have no idea.”

But given his team wasn’t purely American born, he must’ve known I needed a work visa to stay in the country—even if he didn’t know the specifics when it came to the immigration laws.

Kelsey shot me a side-glance. “Why haven’t you discussed it? Maybe he can do something about it.”

“Like what? Marry me? It’s either that or I find a new job that will sponsor my green-card application. But it’s not that simple.”

“So Josh just has to marry you and you’d get to stay? That doesn’t sound too bad.”

“Sure, except for two problems. First, this is all assuming he’d want to marry me. He’s always made it clear he’s not the marrying type.”

“What’s the second problem?”

I looked down at my belly. “When and if I get married, it will be because the man loves me. It’s not so I can stay in the country.” If I had wished to marry for convenience, I would’ve married Drew like Mum wanted.

“But then Josh won’t get to see his son,” Kelsey said.

Now if only What To Expect When You’re Expecting covered this.…Heck, if only any of the pregnancy and parenting books I’d bought covered it. Wanted to know what a birth plan was or the pros and cons of an epidural? The books had you covered. Wanted to know how to make your life sound less like a reality show? Then you were royally screwed.

“I know—but so far none of this is an issue. I love my job and it will still be there when I return from maternity leave. And going on mat leave doesn’t cancel my work visa. So for now, I can stay in the country.”

Kelsey was quiet for a few minutes, so I figured the conversation was over. I checked my phone to see if Josh had texted me. Drive safe!

“You love him, don’t you?” she asked softly as I replied to his text.

“Unfortunately. Yes.”

“Unfortunately?”

“Unrequited love always sucks the big one.”

She chewed her lip for a second, still watching the road. “That’s true. But I don’t think in this case it is unrequited. He loves you too. He just doesn’t realize it yet.”

“Even better. Now I just have to hope he figures out he’s possibly in love with me before it’s too late.”

Did Kelsey miss the sarcasm? Yeah, I didn’t think so either.

By the time we arrived in San Francisco, I could barely keep my eyes open. I hadn’t heard from Josh since we left the resort, so I figured I wouldn’t get to see him tonight.

Or for the next four days—while he was away on another road trip.

Kelsey pulled up in front of my Victorian-style building.

And I blinked.

Josh was sitting on the steps. Waiting for me.

Even though he had a key to my apartment.

“He didn’t want you to have to carry your bag upstairs,” Kelsey explained.

My eyes must have grown as large as the full moon. “You knew he was here?”

She nodded. “I called him during your last bathroom break and gave him our ETA.”

After I thanked Kelsey for the ride and the fun weekend away, Josh helped me from the car and grabbed my bag from the trunk. The man was buzzing with an energy that was hard to figure out. It was like he was both excited and nervous at the same time—not your typical Josh.

He threaded his fingers with mine and led me upstairs to my apartment. Once inside, he nodded at the spare room. Noah’s room—once I got around to setting it up. Another thing on my to-do list for while he was away.

Curious as to what was going on, I walked into Noah’s room and flipped on the light switch.

My breath? Completely stalled in my chest.

The room looked exactly like the one I had recently seen in a maternity magazine—including the adorable koala mural on the wall behind the crib. The crib, changing table, and drawers were white as was the thick rug on the hardwood floor. There was even a stuffed koala, sitting in the corner of the crib.

Speechless, I glanced at Josh.

He rubbed the back of his neck, and for the first time since I’d known him, he appeared uncertain. Vulnerable. “Do you like it?”

“You did this?” I asked, my voice soft, as I blinked back the tears that had nothing to do with my hormones.

“With Trent and Travis’s help. Travis painted the mural.”

“He paints?”

“Apparently. Do you like it?”

I turned around and flung my arms around his neck. “I love it! It’s perfect!” There might have also been kissing involved. The deep kind. The kind that woke up all my girlie parts from their nap.

I don’t know how long we’d been kissing—a few minutes, a few hours—before I finally pulled away. “And I know Noah will love it too.”

As if agreeing with me, the baby in question kicked me in the side. I grabbed Josh’s hand and positioned it on the spot. Noah did it again. That brought a big smile to Josh’s face. He never got tired of feeling his son kick.

“I know you worry that you’ll be like your father,” I told Josh, “but you’ll never be like him. He would never have done something so sweet and wonderful.”

The smile spreading on Josh’s face? It was enough to power the entire San Francisco Bay area and Sausalito during a power outage.

I reached up and kissed him, a brief brushing of lips. “And thank you for the weekend. I’m guessing that was so you could do this?”

My gaze fell on the single bookshelf—and two classic model cars on the middle shelf.

Josh had decorated the room to reflect Noah’s parents. Except one thing was missing…

“Why isn’t there anything to do with hockey in here?” I asked.

“Because it didn’t feel right. My father practically shoved hockey down my throat to the point where I resented the sport. It didn’t feel right to do the same to Noah. If he wants hockey stuff in his room, then great. But that will be his choice.”

Did you feel it? The ground trembling? That was me falling completely and utterly and irreversibly in love with him.

I bit my lip, to keep the words from tumbling out. I didn’t want to scare him away, and I was positive the L-word would do exactly that.

“How can he not love the sport?” I asked. “He and I will be at all your games, cheering you on, showing you how proud we are of you.”

Noah kicked in agreement and I smiled.

For a second, I thought I saw love in Josh’s eyes and my pulse picked up, pounding in my ears. But then the love disappeared as quickly as it had come.

My hormones and I really needed to have a heart-to-heart. The last thing my poor fragile heart asked for was to imagine things that weren’t true.

Josh bent closer, his breath a kiss against my ear. “So, about my favorite black bra and panties…”

And suddenly I forgot how tired I had been.

Sex when your boyfriend is the sweetest man alive?

Best sex.

Ever.