The Bad Boy And The Mermaid

Hunter

Turns out Hannah wasn't lying.

I did win four million dollars. At first I couldn't believe my luck; how was it even possible that I earned so much money with nothing but pure luck.

When I asked Blue if she had anything to do with it, she shrugged and declined, and that only added to my suspicions. I called her my lucky charm, but she didn't think that was true. I couldn't remember my life being gloomy since the time Blue had come into my life. All I remembered was love and a lot of laughter, getting married to her was adding a cherry on the top.

When I imagined my life without Blue, it just appeared to be empty. If Blue was taken out of the equation, my life was nothing better than death itself.

I loved her a million times more than I already did.

With the amount I had won in the lottery, I could provide her everything she wanted. The first thing that I did after receiving the money was that I bought my red Maserati from my dad, he took pity on me and sold it at a half price—which was fantastic! After that I bought a nice little cozy six bedroom and five bathroom Villa in the outskirts of the town, because why the hell not? The house even had a lavish garden and a swimming pool with an amazing lake view.

Blue loved the place and had started to buy toys for a baby that wasn't even there yet. She even made me buy a custom-designed crib, that she stacked with pillows and plush toys, the top of the crib had stars and little toy animals hanging from it.

She would sit in the room for hours and stare at the crib. We were living a blissful and a happy married life.

Well, until...

Six months passed, and each time Blue would get excited about getting pregnant until she told me that she'd gotten her periods. Then she would spend the next couple of days sulking and upset.

And there was just one question she kept bugging me with.

Where is my baby?

I'd turned one room into an art studio where I worked on my passion. I was also a part-time artist now, I painted and sold paintings on commissions, and I'd be kidding if I said the money wasn't good.

The richer the clients, the better.

I continued to go to college, because if being a full time artist didn't work out, I would still have a degree.

While I worked on my paintings, Blue would either sit and watch me draw or she was usually in the courtyard of the house, seated under the trees.

It's not like I didn't see the yearning she had for a child, I did but there was nothing more I can do than try my best to give her what she wanted.

One time after two a.m in the morning when I had finished up a painting and decided to go to bed, I noticed Blue wasn't sleeping in our bed like she usually was. She always waited for me in our bedroom, but today the covers were neatly done and there was no sign that anyone had even slept in it.

There was only one place that I knew I would find her. I made my way to the baby room at the end of the passageway. I placed my hand on the knob and turned it.

As expected Blue was seated beside the crib, staring longingly at it. Her long slender fingers slowly pushing the dream catcher suspended from the top of it. She was holding a plush toy in her other hand. Leslie nudging his nose to her side.

"Blue...sweetheart...it's late."

realize her eyes were swimming with tears. She sniffled but made no attempt

barked as if telling

down, boy." I had to give him a treat

"Blue?"

turned around, and her gaze met mine. The look she had there completely shattered my heart.

I quickly closed the distance between us and

vowed to keep her happy and it physically pained me to see her cry like this. I'd unintentionally neglected her and

me what's bothering you,

She was a

fit to become a mother?"

her cheek to wipe her tears, "you would make the most caring and

"Then why?" She choked.

"Why what?"

get pregnant?" She demanded. "Are

best, Blue. We will have a baby when

became sad and distant, and I already knew that she was thinking hard with that

and for a second I thought she was joking. Then she answered her own question, "maybe they

of a blue haired infant bundled up, hanging against a stork's beak floated in my imagination. I

right here." I kissed her there. And when I looked up, her big expression eyes were watching me, waiting for me to say all the right things, to make the sadness in her

again, and I stared at her

if we can't have a baby because of me?" She said with so

mean

underwater. Maybe we're not having a baby because my body was never meant to be human. I have

and carried her little body against mine. She crawled willingly into my embrace and circled her arms around my neck. Every sob that racked from her body made my

small voice in

if it's not because

What if it's me?

What if I'm sterile?

have children. I would have loved to adopt a kid. But if it was my fault, certainly I couldn't suggest getting a kid when Blue was so hell

my fault that she wasn't getting pregnant than it was all

was because she was drawn to the human life. To live here, get married, have a baby, she'd wanted those things and if I was sterile, then I was crushing

wasn't even feeling sorry

though it had just been over six months, it just frightened me to think it could be my fault. We'd made love in every corner of the house, over every surface and in

I could give Blue a baby, I would die happily

it's still early to come to any conclusion." I told her sincerely. "We can't just rule it out that it's not happening because you're a mermaid. We still have time,