Pregnant Mermaid 6- Ignacio's Goodbye

I know He told me He doesn't want to see me ever again. We probably we never talk in this life. Because He said "Not Mia, we are never going to see us". But there is something inside my heart weaping and begging me to see him before He leaves. 

I knew that we both had decided to come to the surface by our own choice, we were both adults and the more liberal and Dionysian part of me just wanted to dance and have fun, to see the man who starred in my dreams since the first night I met him. But another part of me, the more rational one, knew that they had discovered our secret. And just for the fact of capturing us in a net, they deserved death, as it was a completely disrespectful action to treat a mermaid. We were mythological creatures, direct descendants of the Goddess of the sea. But I didn't take the rules so seriously and knew that among humans it was quite natural to make wrong actions and only acknowledge them after realizing they had made a mistake. That was something that distinguished mermaids from humans, we valued our relationships to avoid hurting or making a mistake towards others, while humans tended to make mistakes or hurt, and as they valued personal relationships, they improved their interpersonal treatment.

I sighed, resigned to stay with them and pushed a strand of my blonde hair behind my ear, I looked at the boy who had given me his jacket, he was so disturbingly mysterious, I wondered if he also felt attracted to me.

"Very well," Seila said seductively, she had regained her natural posture and composure. It seemed to be due to her closeness with her human, Mathias.

"We will tell you everything about mermaids, only with one condition."

"You must swear under oath of the Goddess of the Sea that you will not disclose our secrets and you will tell us everything you know about werewolves. You are now protected by Oceania mermaids and you must to respect our secrets."

"I think that's an acceptable deal." - Says Mathias.

"Ignacio knows everything about werewolves," Edgar said, looking at the other man, whose coat enveloped me, so his name was Ignacio, I understood. "Finally I know his nae... Ignacio" I tought to myself.

"Then let's go to the boat," Ignacio said, "there's dinner for you, we were planning to invite you for dinner. Capturing you in such a thoughtless way was not part of the plan."

"Well, it's too late for apologies," I said dryly, then I rolled my eyes towards the boat. I sighed with relief, I was hungry and after all the plans I had for tonight were to go out to eat and have fun, maybe the night wouldn't be so bad.

The boat was luxurious, stranded on the beach, I went on barefoot as I hadn't had time to put on my high heels. Ignacio boarded the boat first, followed by Edgar, and as I was about to go up, he reached out his hand.

I stared at his hand, his hairy arm and his warm body haunted me in my mermaid dreams. Taking his hand was something I did with utmost naturalness, pretending not to care.

"Thank you," I whispered.

Upon entering the yacht, I was surprised by the decoration, it was truly beautiful. The lit candles gave the impression of floating over the dark sea that unfolded on the horizon, and the cool, cold breeze of the night made the candles flicker without extinguishing them, making them grow and illuminate everything with a yellow and sparkling light so similar to shooting stars. Ignacio was really kind, in front of us there was a set table with a dinner that looked delicious, like a feast. I wondered if he had prepared the food with his own hands. He pulled the chair back with his gaze fixed on me, and I sat down.

"Thank you," I whispered again, aware that it was the second time I thanked him after he had apologized for allowing us to be caught in a fish net like animals.

But I wouldn't forgive him so easily, I wasn't angry, but at the same time captivated by his company. I enjoyed that he was kind to me and my sister, and I enjoyed knowing that he was there, so close to me, with his small group of male friends. Because at some point, remembering the previous days, I had come to the idea of never seeing him again. It was absurd to think about it so much and now that I had him in front of me, to pretend such indifference was simply overwhelming. I sighed deeply.

Seila poured herself a glass of wine as she sat at the table next to Edgar, I didn't enjoy alcohol as much as my sister did, like Yryhnna, we preferred to enjoy other pleasures that humans usually had. In our realm, there was also alcohol, and we celebrated during parties and gatherings with an exquisite champagne that was so similar to the pink bourbon they drank. At that moment, I saw a bottle of bourbon next to the wine, and smiled satisfied.

"Would you like a glass of red wine or do you prefer bourbon?" Mathías asked, turning to me. It was the first time I looked directly into his eyes, and I understood why Seila was so fascinated by that human. His eyes were profoundly bright, like the yellow reflection of the moon moving over the calm sea. His pupil was a deep dark blue, but in the center of the iris, a yellow sun extended, painting his gaze with golden patches.

I prefer Bourbon, I love it," I sweetly admitted with my seductive siren voice.

At that moment, I realized that I hadn't been using my seductive siren voice with Ignacio all night. Big mistake! I couldn't neglect my Siren nature in front of a human just because I was angry. So, I turned to Ignacio, who was sitting next to me, and to my surprise, his eyes were locked onto me. He was looking at me with such intensity that it disarmed me. I could only do what my senses allowed me to do, trying to conquer his dormant desire. I smiled deeply at him and sent him a telepathic message.

"Make me yours, I long for you to make me yours and make love to me," I said in my thoughts, looking into his deep brown eyes until I lost my breath.

"Very well," Mathias interrupted. "Now that these beautiful sirens have accepted our invitation, and we can enjoy a lovely evening, I want to start by saying that we are werewolf hunters, and if the sirens are enemies of the werewolves, they are our friends by nature," Mathias said, raising his glass.

"Let's toast," Seila and he delicately clinked their glasses, and I could perceive a future image. Seila and Mathias getting married, both raising their glasses at their wedding with their arms intertwined. I smiled blissfully. How would that be possible? I raised my glass and toasted with them, secretly toasting to their future love.

"I also appreciate that you spared our lives when we freed you," Ignacio said, and everyone chuckled lightly. He was funny.

"Then I will start by telling how sirens and werewolves became enemies since ancient times," I said with seductive voice. "It was a long time ago, my mother told me this story, and our grandmother told it to her. And so, for generations, this is how we have kept our history alive."