The Bad Boy And The Mermaid novel Chapter 50

Three Years Later

Hunter

I never thought it was possible for a man to have so much happiness in life, and I definitely didn’t think it could be me.

Three years ago when Blue went into labor, I’d panicked because it was nothing like I’d ever witnessed or imagined. The pain that she was going through seemed unbearable and I spent the rest of the time cursing myself and swearing to never get my dick anywhere near her. I regretted even getting her pregnant.

I could still remember how before being wheeled into the hospital room, she’d assured me everything would be okay with a confident smile on her face and for a minute there I thought I wouldn’t see her smiling.

Women died of child labor sometimes, what if Blue was fragile? I’d spent the rest of the time sobbing with my head bent on my mother’s shoulder.

And then the Doctor declared, “Mr. Brantley, you have twins.”

“And my wife, how is she?”

“She’s doing great.” He assured me.

Still didn’t understand why someone would choose his career as a gynecologist and spend his entire life pulling out babies out of VJ’s. It looked like a very difficult and nerve-wracking job. I sure as hell wouldn’t be able to handle a sobbing father and a screaming mother.

My heart soared, there was no way I could describe the happiness I felt knowing that I had two little girls. I was just trying to process the information when the doctor said, “Let me say that again. You have triplets.”

“What?!”

It was probably the anticipation or the tension, it must have taken a toll on me and I fainted. It was the most embarrassing thing that had ever happened to me. When I woke up the nurses were giving me amused looks, some had even flirted in good nature by saying what a handsome husband I was.

And then I had three babies in my arms. Can you imagine my excitement?

Not one.

Not two.

I had three.

That day marked the best day of my life. Literally the fucking best.

“DADDY! DADDY! DADDY!”

“DADDY! DADDY! DADDY!”

The sounds blared in my ears like an alarm pulling me back to reality. I pushed the pillow on my ear and buried my head deeper.

“Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!” The chanting continued.

I opened one eye and looked around. Two young faces peered at me. One of them was still jumping on the bed, she was going to break the mattress spring one of these days. Artemis, the naughtiest of the triplets.

“Daddy, you promised to take us out today for McDonalds Happy Meal and the iche-chream.” Freya reminded me, her eyes were large and round like that of Blue’s.

“YOU PROMISED! YOU PROMISED! YOU PROMISED!” Artemis screamed at the top of her lungs, her life motive was to make her father deaf.

Today was Sunday. And Sunday was usually a kids-day out. They got to do whatever they wanted. I’d spoilt them rotten, that was for sure.

“Daddy, can we also go to the new toy store?” Jude, my son said. He was sucking hard on his thumb.

Believe it or not, the two girls were a handful, the boy was the quiet one out of the triplets.

“Let me wake up first,” I said. “I need my morning kisses.”

The girls lined up. Artemis pecked my forehead, Freya placed a kiss on my nose and Jude on my cheek. That was the morning routine.

“What did mom make for breakfast?” I asked them, sitting up straight.

“We didn’t know what your mom made silly,” Artemis said.

I laughed, “Not my mom, your mom, smartass.”

Their mouths were a Big ‘O’.

“He just said the ‘A’ word,” Freya exclaimed out loud like I’d committed four murders and a bank robbery in a row. “Oh my god!”

“Smart-apples.” I corrected. “I said smart-apples. Jeez, you girls.”

“Mom’s made Waffles.” Jude declared.

Artemis pointed an accusing finger at Jude. “Stupid, you shouldn say. Daddy should guess.”

More often than usual, the girls dominated the boy together. Whatever Jude said or did, they did the complete opposite of it. Jude had stark silver hair and silver eyes. He was my very own Jack Frost. Blue told me he had silver hair because he was half merman. Artemis and Freya were like mini-Blue’s, without the Blue hair. The girls had inherited her nose, her lips, and her eyes. I’d only contributed to their hair color which was a light shade of Golden-brown. My girls were half-mermaids too and totally identical. Sometimes I had a hard time telling them apart and they took advantage of that.

To be honest, I was proud of my kids. They were peculiar but beautiful.

It was the coolest thing to have such unique children. The most difficult part was to explain to them that they were different. Normal children didn’t have powers. My kids did, they could sense if a person had bad intentions and since they were so young, they could smell a bad person from a mile away.

I had never seen myself as a family guy before, never dreamed of getting married or having my own family but here we were. I couldn’t think of my life without Blue or our kids. They were everything to me. I found joy in putting them to bed or reading them stories. Sometimes the girls would play with my hair and Jude would talk non-stop about nothing in particular. When I saw them playing together and sharing their toys, it made me really fucking happy.

I was living my best life and I would never trade this for anything else.

When the kids went to see my parents, you would have to see how much they were getting spoilt there. It was hilarious to see Dad who was normally stern making faces just to see his grandkids giggle.

“If you want to go out, go get ready,” I told them.

“Yay!” She said in unison and stormed out of the room leaving little Jude behind.

I lifted him up into my arms and walked downstairs towards the kitchen. The aroma of freshly made pancakes welcomed us. “I wan strawberry Waffle,” Jude said.

Blue stacked four plates of Waffles. Three of them were smaller one, the fourth plate was a bunch of them stacked together, oozing with the maple syrup and topped with sliced bananas.