To give him credit, Liam does have some good reasons why we shouldn’t, but I just really want to know. Every new polaroid I take to compare my bump growth makes me want to find out even more. There is a baby in there and I don’t know anything about them except their size. I have had Liam all but running between my flat, where he spends as much time as he can, his place where he sleeps, and the rink for training and games.

Though he offered me a key to his place, I’m rarely there. My flat is closer to Bloom and Blossom anyway, and I don’t like spending time at his without him. It just feels wrong to be in his space alone.

Instead, I ask him to come here, to this two-bedroom walk-up. I’ve taken Jack to Liam’s house a few times, wanting them to build some kind of relationship. The two of them aren’t exactly best of friends yet, but they are as good as they can be for now. Jack has surprised me. He isn’t used to having men around, but he doesn’t seem to mind the new addition to his life.

Another one of my most consistent hormone changes is how desperately horny I am. The second trimester has made Liam even more attractive, which I didn’t think was humanly possible. His hair just falls so naturally sexy and when his dark eyes look into my soul, my panties are soaked through instantly. There is no doubt that Liam is hot; he is kind and gentle and fills out a suit like a god.

Whoever penned the rule that NHL players should wear suits to and from games deserves a medal. Or some kind of sainthood at least. Before every game I get the visual treat of him dressed to the nines, and I revel in it every damn time.

But it’s truly a joke from the universe that I have one of the sexiest men in the NHL at my beck and call, and yet I can’t sleep with him. Since the day of the twelve-week scan, my libido has been making me flirt with him, even unconsciously. Scout’s honour that it isn’t my fault, just my libido moving me like a marionette. I’ve done all the things that used to work back in university: biting my lip, touching his thighs, batting my eyelashes and laughing at all of his jokes even when I don’t think they’re funny. And still I remain untouched. Liam is staying true to his word and the boundary we set. At the very least, it means I can trust that he keeps a promise. But sometimes I wish it could be broken, just for one more night.