“If your love is true, then you can call to your wife using your song.” Florencia said.
“My song; like a Siren?”
“That’s a bit of a generalization, but yes.”
“Don’t Sirens like, lure men and kill them?” you said, worried.
“That’s just a horrible stereotype!” Elizabeth said. “Usually, we just sing for fun. We can’t help it if horny men crash their ships because we have such beautiful voices.”
“Now, sing to her.” Mary said.
“Once she’s here, we’ll do the rest.” Abigail added.
“How do I do it?”
“Try focusing on your wife and how much you love her.” Veronica said. “Like Florencia said, if your love is true, she’ll appear.”
“Also, no one else should hear your voice as long as you focus on your wife.” Florencia added. “Once she’s here, we’ll make her a mermaid, too.”
You hesitate for a moment. “What’ll happen to the baby?”
“Nothing will happen to it beyond becoming a mermaid baby, and a girl if it was to be a boy.” Florencia said.
“Alright, here goes.” You begin to focus on your wife. You take a deep breath, and passionately sing with a beautiful, melodic tone. After ten straight minutes of singing, but what felt like almost nothing at all, an entranced woman, who's barely showing the first signs of pregnancy, approaches. It’s your wife.
Her glassy eyed stare dissipates and she looks around. “Where am I?” She sees you and the other mermaids. “Wha… mermaids?”
“Rachel, It’s me, Michael!” You said.