Nani
Shouldn't she have given birth by now?
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Six months. 182 days (if your timekeeping is correct) since you landed on this island. A diving day trip lasting far longer than planned when a typhoon kicked up out of the blue and ran you aground. Maybe when the cute bartender at the hotel offered to take you out for much cheaper than the tour company, you should have let people know where you were going.
You are heading back from the fishing nets a little early today. You have been planning a special dinner to commemorate six months of survival, plus this special occasion feels like an appropriate time to finally tell Nani how you feel about her. Your mind wanders to your island-mate. It drifts over her crashing waves of black hair, her statuesque face, her perfectly tanned skin, and coconut-sized breasts before stopping on her most striking feature: a humongous pregnant belly.
See, Nani has been pregnant the whole time you have been stranded here. Actually, she's been pregnant longer than that, but just how long has been a point of contention. You swear Nani said she was six months along when you met back in Samoa, but soon after you crashed on the island she started saying she still had a long way to go. Recently, anytime you have mentioned preparing for the birth she has brushed it off like it's a ridiculous thing to be concerned about. You figure that 'mother knows best' and the baby seems healthy. It is almost constantly kicking and punching within Nani and her belly has nearly doubled in size in the last few months alone, becoming far larger than any singleton pregnancy you have ever seen.
As you continue your trek back 'home', a glint of light hits you square in the eyes. You squint up to see Nani at the very peak of the cliff overlooking the lagoon, her freshly coconut-oiled belly radiant in the shining sun. She is sitting straight up (or as straight as the weight of her oversized baby bump will allow) and staring up into the sky as if in prayer.