Tridenton
Rosie has left home in the middle of the night. We know that something is getting closer, and we can’t do anything to prevent it; we can only help her save our kind. I hate that it’s fallen on her shoulders, but she seems to be able to handle it.
“Sally?” I ask, coming into the house. We are in our London townhouse right now. Next door is Gareth and Hortencia. We try to stick together when we are on land. Given the threat that we don’t have much information on, it seems smart.
“In here,” she calls from the kitchen. We just celebrated our eleventh wedding anniversary last month.
We married in a civil ceremony here on land, but the real celebration was underwater after she willed her tail to come the first time.
With seaweed wrapped around our hands, we were joined to one another for all eternity, in this life and all the lives in the hereafter.
The best day of my life. I came alive the day I met her.
Gone was the sulking merman who darkened the oceans.
I became the merman I was always meant to be with her by my side.
“Something smells delicious,” I groan. I spent the day working on plans for our home in Bath.
Sally and I long to be near the sea more often than not these days, and Bath reminds her of a Jane Austen novel, so Bath it is.
When my father passed away six months ago, I became king of the Vanne tribe, and we split our time between London and the sea-castle off of the coast of Corfu.
“Thanks, dinner is almost ready,” she says, stepping back quickly as our nine and seven-year-old sons, Jayden and Porter, run in front of her.
Our little mer-princes are our life, but they aren’t spoiled.
They know the value of hard work and dedication.
It’s my job to see that they know how to rule as they have already decided to do it together when the time comes—no feuds among brothers.
Best friends from the moment Porter was born, I can’t fault them.
Besides, two heads are better than one, as Jayden likes to say.
“No running in the house,” I shout, but I don’t mean it, and they know it.
There is nothing in the house that can hurt them, and we limit the amount of time they spend outside, and they never go without one of us.
There is still too much up in the air with Rosie’s vision changing all the time.
The boys continue through the kitchen, and it’s just us again.
“How was your day?” she asks, pulling garlic bread out of the oven.
“Pretty good. Gareth is pretty sure we can start building next month,” I reply as I grab plates from the cabinet and set the table.
“That’s great. I am so ready to be out of this cramped space.” She’s right. It is cramped. With two growing boys, the two-bedroom, one-bathroom situation has to go. Especially since our other home is literally as big as we want it to be, the oceans provide hearth and home like nothing else can.
“We will be soon,” I remind her.
“Good, because this time next year, we’ll have a three-month-old baby.”
“That’s good,” I say absently, putting forks down at each place setting. “Wait. What?” I ask after what she said sinks in.
“I’m pregnant again. I thought, after Porter, we wouldn’t have anymore, but I am. Confirmed it this morning,” she says, her megawatt smile beaming.
“Holy shit, baby. I’m so excited,” I say, dropping the forks and pulling her into my arms. Kissing her, I whisper into her ear how much I love her.
“I love you too. Let’s get these boys fed and in bed. They already wet their tails today. I think Jayden is going through a bit of a growth spurt. He was in some pain today.”
“Growing pains. I remember them well. They suck,” I say, chuckling.
“He has a few choice words for them as well,” she says, laughing. “You would have been proud. Swore like a sailor while Porter and I tried not to laugh.”
“I assume that wasn’t very successful?”
“Hell no. Porter was down on the floor, and I couldn’t breathe.”
“And how did Jayden take that?”
“Not well. More swear words, but in the end, he was laughing too.”
“Poor guy. I’ll have a talk with him when I tuck him in.”
“Thank you. I never know what to say to him when he hurts like that, then the cussing. I’m the worst mom for thinking that part is funny, but I can’t stand that he’s in pain, and I can’t help him.”
“You’re the best, mom. Don’t worry about it.”
“Boys! Dinner!” she shouts, and they come running. Chairs scrape against the floor as they take their seats after bounding into the room.
“Thanks, Mama. It looks yummy,” Porter says, already digging into the pasta in the bowl in front of him.
“You’re welcome, baby. Eat some salad too, please.”
“I will,” he assures her.
“Yeah, thanks, Mom,” Jayden says, his mouth full of food.
I look around the room at the family Sally and I have made together. She smiles at me before beginning to eat. I have no idea what I did to deserve a mate like her, but I thank the Gods every damn day that they gave her to me.
Later that night, I climb into bed with her. She’s reading a book on her Kindle but puts it down.
“I love you,” I tell her.
“I love you too.” I nuzzle her neck, and she arches for me. “I love it when you do that too,” she says.
“Thank you,” I whisper in her ear.
“For what?”
“For blessing me with the children we have and the one on the way.”
“No, no, thank you,” she giggles. “After all, I couldn’t have done it without you.”
“We’ll be here all night if we keep this up, and I have entirely different plans involving the rest of the night.”
“Do you?” she asks, quirking an eyebrow at me.
“Absolutely.”
No more words are needed as I peel her robe open and find her naked as she likes to sleep.
In seconds, I’ve shed my clothes and press my hard cock to her opening.
I slide into her slowly until I am fully seated within her.
Every time with her feels like the first time.
She’s always wet for me, and I am always hard for her.
Almost every night, we lose ourselves in each other, and everything is right with the world in those hours.
“Fuck,” she whispers as her pussy clenches around me.
“Come for me, Sally,” I demand, reaching between us. I rub her clit until she is quaking and gasping under me.
I fill her with my seed and pull out of her slowly, lying beside her. She snuggles into my chest.
“I don’t think we should move to Bath,” she says.
“What?”
“It’s a feeling or something. Here,” she says, putting her hand over her heart.
“We’re supposed to be in Greece. Soraya and Cruiz are going to need us.
Ulyana and Fin will be there too. Gareth and Hortencia will follow us.
Rosie and her mate. Rosie has a mate now.
Poor Tyler will need us more than he ever has.
” Our twenty-year-old nephew has been wandering the world and the ocean looking for his mate, to no avail.
She isn’t anywhere, or so he laments. I tried to tell him she may not have been born yet, but he insists that she has, that she’s older than he is.
Thus, his wandering both aimlessly and restlessly continues.
“How do you know this?”
“This baby, Raya, is a seer, like Rosie. For now, I can see what she sees.”
“It’s a girl then.”
“It’s a girl,” she says, silent tears, but instinctively I know they are happy tears, running down her still flushed cheeks...
“Greece it is,” I reply. I always trust visions to lead us in the right direction.
“That was intense,” she whispers, then giggles.
“A little princess,” I say, putting my hand on her belly.
“A mermaid princess,” she sighs.
Armed with this new information, we are finally ready for the next step in our lives.
Bring it on.