Damon had said yes almost at once to keeping this mer-child but the more he thought about it the more he began to wonder what they where going to do. How could they explain him or her…he looked down at the child who was cooing happily in Monica’s arms and couldn’t tell if it was a merman or a mermaid all he saw was a light aqua blue tail. If he had to guess he would say the child was at the most two years old likely closer to 18 months, the hair was longer then one would expect on a boy but did mermaids or merman cut their hair? He didn’t know and he had seen babies with that long of hair of both genders.
All the things he didn’t know began to swim in his head, did merbabies drink formula? Could they eat land food or did it all have to be sea food? Then there was the issues of explaining this to their friends, both of their families where estranged from them. Damon’s family didn’t approve of him marrying outside of Jewish faith yet alone a woman of Mexican descent so had disowned him. Monica had pulled herself out of an abusive home full of alcoholics and the like, so she had left them behind and disowned them. They had only a small 1-bedroom apartment, no pets which was good but they were over an hour drive from the ocean.
“Monica how can we take care of him or her?” inquired Damon, he had agreed right away because it was the right thing to do but now they had to figure out how do what was right.
“Well we have to think of something.” Stated Monica as she looked at him and then the child. “What do you think a police officer what do if we reported…is it a him or a her?”
“I don’t know.” Stated Damon “If we turn the child over to the police…it will only a few hours until he or she is in some government lab somewhere be experimented on. We can’t allow that.”
“So we have to think of something, the baby seams to be ok breathing air maybe we can move to the ocean front and…” started Monica as suddenly the baby began to glow for a moment before it stopped.
“What was that?” inquired Monica
“I don’t know.” answered Damon as he noticed his throat was a little dry.
“Still we need to figure out what to do.” Said Monica as she coughed a little, moving her free hand up to cover her mouth to protect the baby. “We can’t hand the child over and so we either find a way to…”
Suddenly she stopped as a look of terror came over her face.
“What?” inquired Damon as Monica began to stumble, instincts took over as he tried to catch her as she pulled the child in close to protect it. In the end all three of them landed in the soft sand.
“Are you alright?” coughed Damon, he had breathed in some sand as he fell.
“We are fine.” Confirmed Monica as the baby was laughing in her arms her long black hair somewhat hiding the baby for a moment. Then she looked down toward her legs as she did a look of horror appeared on her face. Damon followed her gaze, everything seamed normal at first, she had on her favorite metallic pink and purple bikini and matching sandals which had to be new. Then he saw that the sandals seamed to be covered with scales. He turned to look at his own legs, his dark red swim trunks with a thick black strip on either side where there like normal but he too had matching red and black scaled covered feet. Before both of their eyes their legs began to spread out into fins at the same time they came together to start to form a single limb.
“My God.” Said Monica her voice filled with a strange calm “We are becoming merpeople.”
The baby only gave off happy laughter as the couple who had found it looked on in horror as their legs began to disappear replaced by new tails.