Page 53 of From Maybe to Baby

Those photos did. All twelve of them. Nice sunset lighting

"Miss Minty." Jace is waving with her whole body now. "Can you do the dancing thing again?”

Yesterday, as if I knew what I was doing, I somehow ended up teaching an impromptu hula lesson after the kids became fascinated by luau dancers. I'd caught Jonas staring with an intensity that had nothing to do with professional interest. I also felt his eyes following every one of my movements like he was memorizing them for later.

"I'm working, Jace.” But, in spite of myself, I'm already getting to me feet because apparently, I've lost all control of my life choices. Boundaries are slipping between my fingers like the fine Hawaiian sand.

"Please?" she yells. "Daddy said you looked pretty doing it."

I glance at Jonas, who's suddenly very interested in something out on the horizon. Something way out on the horizon.

Incidentally, I see nothing on the horizon.

"Who wants to try catching another wave?" Jonas asks.

I've already started the basic hula moves and I figure, if he's going to stare, I might as well give him something to remember. The ocean breeze catches my sundress just right, and I definitely don't miss how he’s tryingnotto look.

My phone buzzes, so I reach for it while doing my lame hip-swivel.

Ryan:

Seriously, where's the draft?

Also, TMZ wants to know if you're moving to San Francisco

Also also, your Instagram followers have doubled

What exactly are you researching out there?

"You're doing it wrong," Jace informs me, having abandoned her surf lesson to join me. "You have to tell the story with your hands. That’s what you said."

"Like this?" I incorporate some of the hand movements I learned yesterday, definitely not noticing how Jonas has stopped pretending to focus on the horizon. The way he watches could make a girl forget about TMZ and her boss and her three-day rule.

Not me, though. No, never.

"Hey, like this." Jace demonstrates something more along the lines of jumping jacks than hula. It’s pretty funny.

I catch Jonas's eye and the air feels charged with more than just ocean spray.

Another buzz. Mom again:

You know the three-day rule was always more of a guideline...

Also, when do I get to meet them?

The kids are adorable in those photos

And their father isn't hard on the eyes either

I ignore Mom in favor of continuing to hula with Jace. She follows my lead with the intense concentration only apreschoolers could manage, while Lukas gets out of the water and joins us, providing sound effects that make his father laugh.

My phone vibrates again. Who is it now?

Ryan:

Draft. Now.

Mom:

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