the
radio as they drove and talked about Marianne showing off for the Sonogram pictures. The sun was
shining and the water off the sea was a sparkling sapphire. By now, it would be as cold as heck in
New York and she would have been bundled up in double or triple layers of clothes. Here, she was
wearing a white cotton maternity top and Capri pants. I could definitely get used to this. Somehow,
this was turning out to the best holiday season of her life.
* * * *
The drumbeat made her heart beat faster. What was it about the ancient rhythm that made
excitement build in your chest and made you watch with fascination for something to happen? The
sound of the conch shel made her jump and she giggled as the Samoan master cal ed the dancers
out between the lighted torches. The ambience of the event was amazing. There were lush flowers in
shades of reds, yel ows and whites against dark green palm fronds. The island version of Christmas
was in every flowered lei around the necks of dancers and the audience. White string lights were
strung in the trees. The music in the background was Christmas songs blended with the traditional
Hawaiian island music. Everyone quieted as the warriors took the floor.
The dancers used flames and daring moves to entice the audience while Zack and Jordyn fed
each other bits of roasted meats and rice and fruit. Their day of shopping was fun and the furniture
they had picked out for the baby’s room was scheduled to be delivered in the next few days. The rest
of the things like clothes and diapers were packed in the back of his Nissan Armada. She took a sip
of her virgin piña colada and sighed happily. It was a perfect night. The stars blanketed the sky, the
air was cool but not cold, the music was upbeat and fun and she had an amazing man by her side.
They were sitting in a low-to-the-ground lounge chair that was big enough for the both of them to
share. Zack had planned everything down to the last detail because the plush pil ows at her back
kept her upright but comfortable as she moved her bare feet to the music.
Jordyn was enraptured by the sensual moves of the women dancers and sighed. “I wish I could
get up there and dance with them. I love to dance.”
“Why don’t you? They usual y do get people from the audience to join in,” Zack said. He bit into
a piece of kiwi and fed her the other piece.
Jordyn licked the juice from her lips. “Look at them and al the other women here and then look
at me. I’m as big as a house.”
“You look gorgeous and sexy as hel to me,” Zack said. He waved his hand over to one of the
dancers.
“Zack, what are you doing?” She gasped.
“Getting my beautiful wife up to dance. Do you know that Hawaiian culture reveres pregnant
women and fertility?” He kissed her as two dancers came over with friendly smiles. “Go dance, my
darling.”
The dancers helped her up careful y from the lounge chair and put a white flowered lei around
her neck before escorting her to the stage with them. As people in the audience began clapping, she
watched the dancers careful y and imitated their movements. Soon, with al the other members of the
audience who were chosen to come on stage, she was dancing and enjoying just being up and
moving. The moves actual y loosened the tight muscles of her back and hips. Zack was on his feet
clapping and whistling when they were done and she came over to their lounge seat and was
embraced in his warm arms.
“You were amazing,” he said huskily.
“Your wife is beautiful and this is for her and the new life you are bringing into the world.” The
host came over to them and gave them the conch shel he blew earlier. “So the child wil always know
his or her way home to the island by the sea.”
Jordyn was so moved that she burst into tears. “Thank you,” she managed to say between her
sobs. They watched the rest of the show before strol ing hand in hand to the room that Zack had
surprised her