Chapter 15 - Simon #2
We arrive in the Bahamas just after lunchtime.
The twins were too hyped up to sleep on the flight, but luckily, it wasn’t long.
At the beach house, I still have extensive security in place.
But I’ve asked them to stay out of sight as much as possible.
I want this to feel like a real vacation, without the constant reminder that we need protection.
For a moment, I want all of us to forget everything weighing on us. Just for a moment. We can be a normal family.
Walking into the beach house, Selene’s eyes are wide with wonder.
“This place is so beautiful!” she blurts out.
“I didn’t realize it was literally a beach house.
” She is standing on the deck right outside the living room’s glass sliding doors.
If she takes a few more steps, she will be on warm white sand.
Right on the beach with the waves lapping at her back garden.
I slip my arms around her from behind and hold her close to me. She sighs contentedly as the twins sprint past us, already kitted out in their swimming gear, water wings, and coated in sun protection. Solenne is waving a plastic pink spade around while Arron has two buckets in hand.
“Stay where we can see you,” Selene calls out.
“Ok, Mommy!”
“What would you like to do first?” I ask, nuzzling my lips against her neck.
“Mm,” she ponders. “I think I would like to do this…”
She steps away from me, her back still turned towards me. She slips the sundress straps from her shoulders and lets it fall to the floor.
Selene is wearing nothing but a white bikini.
A rather tiny white biking. My cock goes hard instantly.
She glances over her shoulder at me with a cheeky grin.
“I’m going to be the ultimate holiday maker and soak up this beautiful fun with a cocktail in my hand,” she says cheekily as she walks away, down onto the beach.
“Oh, you are a tease!” I call out after her. “I’ll have them make us some Pina Coladas.”
It is the most magical day.
We spend the entire afternoon lying about on sun loungers listening to the waves, dipping in the ocean to cool off, drinking cocktails, and laughing at the twins as they experience what it feels like to get sand everywhere.
Solenne is very displeased about this. Arron, on the other hand, is taking handfuls of the stuff and shoving it into his pockets.
“We need to strip him down before we let him back in the house,” I muse, watching him fill his hat with sand before putting it right back on his head.
“I’ll leave that to you. That looks like a big job,” Selene giggles.
When dinner time comes, I ask the housekeeper to serve it outside on our private beach. They set up a beautiful table on a wooden deck beneath a pergola draped in white, flowing curtains.
The sunset is particularly special, as though it wants to show off for us.
The sky is streaked bright pink and purple.
Dinner is a seafood platter of prawns, fresh fish, calamari, mussels, and chips.
Solenne screams as soon as she sees it. “Daddy, what is that!” she yelps, pointing at the bright red prawns, looking very bug-like on the platter.
I scrunch my nose in disgust. I’ve never been a fan of deskilling prawns, even though they taste amazing.
“It’s seafood, baby, a prawn,” Selene explains, picking it up and holding it up for Solenne to see. Solenne screams again, and Aroon almost falls off his chair, trying to shoot backward.
“It’s not scary!” Selene packs up laughing. “Look, you take the meat out like this. You don’t eat the whole thing,” she explains, showing the twins how to do it.
My face turns pale as I watch her handling the red ocean spider.
“It’s a spider, Mommy!” Arron cries out, horrified by the feelers and legs.
“I was just thinking the same thing,” I groan.
“It’s not a spider. It’s like a crab. Here, your dad will de-shell it for you so you can taste it.” She picks up a few prawns for me to de-shell for Arron, while she does the same for Solenne and puts them in my place. Instantly, my face goes even more pale.
Selene notices that I don’t move to touch them.
When she looks at me, she laughs so hard it makes her cry.
“Your face looks exactly like the twins,” she gasps for air through her laughter.
“It’s not funny. They are seriously creepy,” I grumble.
Selene pulls the plate of prawns away from me and starts de-shelling them for all of us. “Well, at least now we know who they inherited that irrational fear from,” she muses, throwing me a sideways glance and winking at me.
I chuckle, feeling foolish, but also somehow proud. A silly reason to be proud, really. But I have hated the feel of prawn shells since I was a kid. And now my kids hate it too. And it just makes me feel that much closer to them.
Arron crawls onto my lap, staring down at the white prawn meat in front of us.
“Is it okay to eat, Daddy?” he asks, looking at me with full trust.
“Oh yes, now it is. And it tastes amazing,” I tell him, picking up a piece and popping it into my mouth to prove a point. Without hesitation, he does the same. His little mmm of pleasure makes Selene and me both laugh.
“Goodness. What a funny thing to inherit,” she muses.