We're getting hitched!

So Steve and I met in September 2019 in a hostel in Prague. We were in the same room. Then I get to Vienna and guess who's in my hostel. Then I get to Munich for Oktoberfest and guess who is ALSO there. Funny that we both planned identical journeys!! So obviously we ended up hanging out a bunch and exchanged numbers before going home. Cut to the next four years: completely platonic friends. He came to my Halloween party. We went to Australia together in February 2020. Then Eastern Europe. We lived together in a tiny shack in Venice for two months. Countless birthday trips, weekend trips, a number of shared hotel rooms — all platonic. Then, the pregnancy pillow. Early 2023. Steve makes his mom — who I had never met in my life — personally invite me to Sunday dinner. I was bored so I went. He drove me home after. He slept over. Again, this all sounds very sexy but it was very normal for us. Monday night we're watching the Rangers game in my bed. I am INSIDE my pregnancy pillow (not pregnancy related, don't worry about it). Steve is being weirdly chatty. Weirdly touchy. And then — and I need you to picture this — he starts LEANING OVER INTO MY PREGNANCY PILLOW. I panicked. Was this a move?? Through the pillow?? Nothing happened but I absolutely made a mental note and told a few friends. He also lingered really oddly before leaving the next morning. The following weekend I was in Denver and we were barely talking, which was weird because we FaceTimed basically every day. Something was up. Joshua Tree. The next weekend, the five of us — me, Steve, Robin, Gavin, and Nicole — had a trip planned. LA first, then Joshua Tree. Steve and I get to LA, start drinking immediately, and by the time we meet everyone for dinner we are veryyyy tipsy and HOLDING HANDS. Which, for the record, had never happened before in four years. I pulled everyone aside individually like: we'll discuss later, DO NOT COMMENT. The next day I drove to Joshua Tree with Robin and told her something was up but again — DO NOT SAY ANYTHING. Friday goes by. Still touchy. No one says anything. Neither of us addresses it. Saturday we're in the park holding hands all day. Still nothing. Finally around midnight, the boys are in the hot tub and Robin cracks and goes "so are we gonna discuss what's happening here" and I was like… honestly I don't even know. The Uber. Sunday it was just me and Steve flying home. The second we got in the Uber I went "SO. WHAT'S GOING ON HERE." He claims he was going to bring it up "once we got through security." Sure. We basically agreed we weren't sure what this was but we liked each other and wanted to see where it went. We snuggled on the plane. He still hadn't kissed me. So I had to make the first move!!! That same night I went to a Rangers game with him AND his family, who had no idea we were dating, and we spent the whole night sneaking off to make out in the halls of MSG like we were in high school. And we've been together ever since.