Light the Candles
Posted by DiF on Sunday, December 9, 2012 Under: Hanukkah
Title: Light the Candles
Word Count: 1452
Rating: PG
Warnings/Spoilers/Summary: Though Adam is not a practicing Jew, they host a traditional Hanukkah party on the first night of the holiday. Adam has a rather large surprise for Kylia... and she for him.
December 12, 2009
Los Angeles, CA
Curled on her side, body pillow propped between her legs, Kylia dozed. Downstairs in the kitchen, Patsy prepared traditional Hanukkah foods. Normally Adam did not care much for Jewish holidays, as he really did not practice any formalized religion, but this year, at Kylia’s request, they were hosting a traditional Hanukkah gathering.
Supposing Kylia could even find the energy to go downstairs and join the festivities.
After checking on his mother’s progress in the kitchen and avoiding kids chasing his dog through the house, Adam headed upstairs to check on Kylia. She slipped away after acting the gracious hostess for an about an hour. He knew her energy ran out quickly, especially if she did not have the chance to nap before visitors.
Cracking the bedroom door open, Adam carefully stepped into the master suite. Making certain the door closed just as silently as it opened, he let his eyes adjust to the darkness before heading over to the bed. He found it a bit odd she slept with her back to the door, but quickly stepped out of his shoes and made his way to the large bed. Holding his breath, he crawled over the bed to her, slipped his hand over her hip, and kissed her shoulder.
“Kiwi,” he muttered softly, his hand roaming from her hip to the round of her belly, “love…”
She stirred slightly, rolling halfway back towards him, “Adam?”
His lips touched hers, “It’s almost time to light the menorah.”
“Really?” she whispered.
He kissed her again, “Yes, mama. The sun is about to set. Come light the candles with me.”
“I’m so sleepy, Adam,” Kylia commented.
“I know,” he brushed hair from her face. “It takes a lot of energy to grow a life. But I also know if you come downstairs for a little while, you’ll feel good too. Mom has made some really yummy food and I got you some chocolate gelt…”
Her eyes brightened some, “Chocolate?”
“Mmmmhmmm,” Adam nodded and kissed her nose. “So come downstairs with me?”
“Okay,” she agreed.
Pulling away from her, Adam watched as Kylia slowly rolled into a seated position. He kissed her once more before getting out of the bed himself and holding out his hand to her. Forgoing his shoes as he knew she would as well, he led his pregnant wife from their bedroom.
They rejoined the festivities, just in time to light the menorah. Giving the honor to his wife, Adam kissed Kylia before she lit the first candle. A few moments later, the more devout attendees broke into Hebrew song while the host and hostess stepped out of the center of attention. Before long, the house was full of children’s laughter and the sounds of forks and dishes filling with food.
Nudging Kylia aside briefly, Adam murmured, “Are you doing okay?”
She nodded, “I think that nap was just what I needed. I should be okay for a couple of hours.”
“Good,” he smiled, kissed her, and led her to the Jewish buffet prepared by his mother.
Once everyone settled down from eating and the children sat on the floor playing with dreidels, Patsy stopped by her son’s side while he cleaned up, “Is Kylia doing okay? She missed half the party.”
“The baby just takes a lot out of her,” he responded as he rinsed off plates at the sink. “She assures me she’s fine.”
His mother glanced over at his wife while she laughed at some joke one of his relatives told, “I thought three months in, her body would start to accept it was pregnant.”
Adam smirked, “She’s doing better this week than last, so I think it’s starting to get it.”
“I bet it’s a boy. A strong boy like you. I was sick for months with you!” she declared.
“I know, Ma,” he glanced at her. “You tell me that all the time.”
“What did you get her for Hanukkah?”
“I’m not telling you,” he slipped the last plate into the dishwasher.
She stared at him blankly while he dried his hands.
“However, you can come with us when I give her tonight’s,” he stated.
“And when will that be?”
Adam turned towards the living room, “Kiwi?”
Her eyes turned to his and she smiled, “Yes?”
“I think it’s time for presents.”
The children on the floor quickly jumped up excitedly. In the excitement of gift giving, Adam slipped Kylia out from the crowd of party guests, kissed her softly, and led her to the stairs. She did not question his motions, though did find it odd his mother trailed behind them. When she glanced over her shoulder at Patsy, Kylia realized the majority of the guests were also following.
“Adam…” she commented softly.
“It’s okay,” he squeezed her hand, continuing down the corridor towards their bedroom.
Stopping just shy of their suite, Adam turned to her. He smiled, kissed her again, and glanced at everyone else. After whispering a quick explanation that in some families it was tradition for the first gift to be the biggest, he turned and reached for the doorknob behind him. Not understanding why they were entering that particular guest room, Kylia hesitated. With a quick request from Adam to close her eyes, he opened the door, flicked on the light, and gently tugged her forward.
Once his wife was fully in the room, with enough space behind her so that others could see, he squeezed her hand and softly said, “Open your eyes, baby.”
Her long lashes fluttered open and she instantly gasped. What had once been a standard Hollywood guest room, opulent and luxurious, was now a perfect baby nursery. As it was much too early in the pregnancy to know the gender of the baby, the décor did not lean in either direction. Everything from the crib to the changing table to the rocking chair was decorated with soft zoo animal accents. A mural filled the wall nearest the crib, etching faint hints of zoo animals in pop art forms.
Kylia was completely speechless. Tears quickly snaked down her cheeks as her fingers touched her lips. Knowing that was a good reaction, Adam stepped forward, brushed away her happy tears, and grinned at her.
“Now I know better than to do everything myself,” he winked, “so I just have the start of our nursery here. There’s still plenty more for us to buy before the little one is b—”
Before he could finish she embraced him, her arms tightly wrapping his neck, “This is amazing, Adam. Absolutely amazing.”
He grinned as she leaned back, “That makes me so happy, Kiwi.”
Her eyes held his, “But boy does this make my gift pale in comparison.”
“You and this baby,” he placed his hand on her small belly, “are gift eno—”
“Oh don’t give me that sappy shit,” she teased. “Let’s go down to the garage and see your first gift.”
“The garage?”
Kylia turned, her fingers lacing with his, “Don’t think you’re the only one hiding big things in this house, Adam. I’ve got a beautiful gift for you too.”
“Oh yeah? What is it?” he asked, following her and gaining the trailing party guests behind him.
“Let’s just say… it will help bring the baby home to that beautiful nursery.”
The crowd quickly made their way into the expansive garage. Pausing for the lights to fully light the room, Kylia glanced at her husband. His gaze was fixed on the large covered mass at the end of the garage. The couple slowly headed over to it, his fingers twitching in hers. His palm sweated in anticipation.
“Ky…”
Pulling her fingers free from his, she reached for the canvas cover over his gift, “Still not as good as a nursery…”
With a bit of a tug, she flipped back the cover. Adam’s eyes widened and he stepped forward. His fingers gently touched the sleek black paint of the convertible Porsche 356. It was perhaps the most beautiful car he had ever seen, likely because his wife chose it for him.
There was only one problem with it.
Adam turned to Kylia, “Baby, it’s beautiful but…”
“But what?”
“It’s only a two-seater. There is definitely no room for a baby in here,” he declared, motioning to the car.
“Oh…well, I suppose we could take it back and trade it in for a minivan.”
He blinked, saying nothing.
Kylia winked, “Joking. This is your fun car. We’ll use one of the others for the family car.”
Adam quickly wrapped his arms around her, “I love you so much, Kylia.”
“I love you too,” she briefly kissed him. “Now where’s that chocolate you promised me?”
Word Count: 1452
Rating: PG
Warnings/Spoilers/Summary: Though Adam is not a practicing Jew, they host a traditional Hanukkah party on the first night of the holiday. Adam has a rather large surprise for Kylia... and she for him.
December 12, 2009
Los Angeles, CA
Curled on her side, body pillow propped between her legs, Kylia dozed. Downstairs in the kitchen, Patsy prepared traditional Hanukkah foods. Normally Adam did not care much for Jewish holidays, as he really did not practice any formalized religion, but this year, at Kylia’s request, they were hosting a traditional Hanukkah gathering.
Supposing Kylia could even find the energy to go downstairs and join the festivities.
After checking on his mother’s progress in the kitchen and avoiding kids chasing his dog through the house, Adam headed upstairs to check on Kylia. She slipped away after acting the gracious hostess for an about an hour. He knew her energy ran out quickly, especially if she did not have the chance to nap before visitors.
Cracking the bedroom door open, Adam carefully stepped into the master suite. Making certain the door closed just as silently as it opened, he let his eyes adjust to the darkness before heading over to the bed. He found it a bit odd she slept with her back to the door, but quickly stepped out of his shoes and made his way to the large bed. Holding his breath, he crawled over the bed to her, slipped his hand over her hip, and kissed her shoulder.
“Kiwi,” he muttered softly, his hand roaming from her hip to the round of her belly, “love…”
She stirred slightly, rolling halfway back towards him, “Adam?”
His lips touched hers, “It’s almost time to light the menorah.”
“Really?” she whispered.
He kissed her again, “Yes, mama. The sun is about to set. Come light the candles with me.”
“I’m so sleepy, Adam,” Kylia commented.
“I know,” he brushed hair from her face. “It takes a lot of energy to grow a life. But I also know if you come downstairs for a little while, you’ll feel good too. Mom has made some really yummy food and I got you some chocolate gelt…”
Her eyes brightened some, “Chocolate?”
“Mmmmhmmm,” Adam nodded and kissed her nose. “So come downstairs with me?”
“Okay,” she agreed.
Pulling away from her, Adam watched as Kylia slowly rolled into a seated position. He kissed her once more before getting out of the bed himself and holding out his hand to her. Forgoing his shoes as he knew she would as well, he led his pregnant wife from their bedroom.
They rejoined the festivities, just in time to light the menorah. Giving the honor to his wife, Adam kissed Kylia before she lit the first candle. A few moments later, the more devout attendees broke into Hebrew song while the host and hostess stepped out of the center of attention. Before long, the house was full of children’s laughter and the sounds of forks and dishes filling with food.
Nudging Kylia aside briefly, Adam murmured, “Are you doing okay?”
She nodded, “I think that nap was just what I needed. I should be okay for a couple of hours.”
“Good,” he smiled, kissed her, and led her to the Jewish buffet prepared by his mother.
Once everyone settled down from eating and the children sat on the floor playing with dreidels, Patsy stopped by her son’s side while he cleaned up, “Is Kylia doing okay? She missed half the party.”
“The baby just takes a lot out of her,” he responded as he rinsed off plates at the sink. “She assures me she’s fine.”
His mother glanced over at his wife while she laughed at some joke one of his relatives told, “I thought three months in, her body would start to accept it was pregnant.”
Adam smirked, “She’s doing better this week than last, so I think it’s starting to get it.”
“I bet it’s a boy. A strong boy like you. I was sick for months with you!” she declared.
“I know, Ma,” he glanced at her. “You tell me that all the time.”
“What did you get her for Hanukkah?”
“I’m not telling you,” he slipped the last plate into the dishwasher.
She stared at him blankly while he dried his hands.
“However, you can come with us when I give her tonight’s,” he stated.
“And when will that be?”
Adam turned towards the living room, “Kiwi?”
Her eyes turned to his and she smiled, “Yes?”
“I think it’s time for presents.”
The children on the floor quickly jumped up excitedly. In the excitement of gift giving, Adam slipped Kylia out from the crowd of party guests, kissed her softly, and led her to the stairs. She did not question his motions, though did find it odd his mother trailed behind them. When she glanced over her shoulder at Patsy, Kylia realized the majority of the guests were also following.
“Adam…” she commented softly.
“It’s okay,” he squeezed her hand, continuing down the corridor towards their bedroom.
Stopping just shy of their suite, Adam turned to her. He smiled, kissed her again, and glanced at everyone else. After whispering a quick explanation that in some families it was tradition for the first gift to be the biggest, he turned and reached for the doorknob behind him. Not understanding why they were entering that particular guest room, Kylia hesitated. With a quick request from Adam to close her eyes, he opened the door, flicked on the light, and gently tugged her forward.
Once his wife was fully in the room, with enough space behind her so that others could see, he squeezed her hand and softly said, “Open your eyes, baby.”
Her long lashes fluttered open and she instantly gasped. What had once been a standard Hollywood guest room, opulent and luxurious, was now a perfect baby nursery. As it was much too early in the pregnancy to know the gender of the baby, the décor did not lean in either direction. Everything from the crib to the changing table to the rocking chair was decorated with soft zoo animal accents. A mural filled the wall nearest the crib, etching faint hints of zoo animals in pop art forms.
Kylia was completely speechless. Tears quickly snaked down her cheeks as her fingers touched her lips. Knowing that was a good reaction, Adam stepped forward, brushed away her happy tears, and grinned at her.
“Now I know better than to do everything myself,” he winked, “so I just have the start of our nursery here. There’s still plenty more for us to buy before the little one is b—”
Before he could finish she embraced him, her arms tightly wrapping his neck, “This is amazing, Adam. Absolutely amazing.”
He grinned as she leaned back, “That makes me so happy, Kiwi.”
Her eyes held his, “But boy does this make my gift pale in comparison.”
“You and this baby,” he placed his hand on her small belly, “are gift eno—”
“Oh don’t give me that sappy shit,” she teased. “Let’s go down to the garage and see your first gift.”
“The garage?”
Kylia turned, her fingers lacing with his, “Don’t think you’re the only one hiding big things in this house, Adam. I’ve got a beautiful gift for you too.”
“Oh yeah? What is it?” he asked, following her and gaining the trailing party guests behind him.
“Let’s just say… it will help bring the baby home to that beautiful nursery.”
The crowd quickly made their way into the expansive garage. Pausing for the lights to fully light the room, Kylia glanced at her husband. His gaze was fixed on the large covered mass at the end of the garage. The couple slowly headed over to it, his fingers twitching in hers. His palm sweated in anticipation.
“Ky…”
Pulling her fingers free from his, she reached for the canvas cover over his gift, “Still not as good as a nursery…”
With a bit of a tug, she flipped back the cover. Adam’s eyes widened and he stepped forward. His fingers gently touched the sleek black paint of the convertible Porsche 356. It was perhaps the most beautiful car he had ever seen, likely because his wife chose it for him.
There was only one problem with it.
Adam turned to Kylia, “Baby, it’s beautiful but…”
“But what?”
“It’s only a two-seater. There is definitely no room for a baby in here,” he declared, motioning to the car.
“Oh…well, I suppose we could take it back and trade it in for a minivan.”
He blinked, saying nothing.
Kylia winked, “Joking. This is your fun car. We’ll use one of the others for the family car.”
Adam quickly wrapped his arms around her, “I love you so much, Kylia.”
“I love you too,” she briefly kissed him. “Now where’s that chocolate you promised me?”
In : Hanukkah
Tags: hanukkah 2009
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