The Bad Boy & The Mermaid
The girls nodded, “Yes, daddy.”
Blue placed her hand in mine and gave it a little squeeze, her eyes lit up in adoration. We were going to Greece, to the island of Zakynthos where Blue was born and raised. She’d wished to go there and visit her family. Technically, she could swim there with the kids since the triplets were part mermaid, but then she’d felt sorry for her human husband who could hold his breath underwater for only about thirty seconds. She’d taken pity on me and we’d decided to travel the traditional way by flight.