The Screams Have Ended

~Verna’s POV~

“Are you ready to go?” I looked over at Georg and nodded.

Georg and I are going to a secluded island with the triplets.

We are staying there for three weeks, celebrating Christmas, New Years and our one year anniversary; we plan on hiring a sitter for the day of our one year anniversary so we will be able to have our alone time.

We were now at the airport; our flight was announced so we are now starting to board.

I was going to try and be strong; for the kids, but that doesn‘t mean I was going to like it. In fact I HATE IT!

“At least try Verna or their going to be scared too.” Georg said seeming to read my grim facial expression.

“Shut up, Georg.” I said scared out of my mind now.

I wasn’t only scared for myself, on no, it was one thing to be scared for my life but now I was scared for my babies’ lives as well.

“Verna, everything will be fine. I promise.” he said kissing the side of my head.

I took in a shaky breath and nodded.

It actually was fine. Not even turbulence.

But now Georg was getting smug and it was getting on my nerves; because I’m having my monthly visit and I was bloated, irritated and cramping.

“Georg sweetheart, if you mention that plane again I‘m going to bury you somewhere on this island and tell the press you were eaten by sharks!” I snapped automatically making him stop with his stupid macho act.

“Sorry.” he mumbled. “Come on, let’s introduce the kids to this world’s newest wonder, sand!” he said dramatically.

“You are so silly sometimes.” I said shaking my head. Déjà vu anyone?

We set up a blanket a few yards from the water to lay the triplets on and one by one we introduced them to sand.

Carla enjoyed sticking her feet in it and wiggling her little toes. She would squeal with delight every time her feet disappeared completely.

Isobel hated it. She cried every time we put her near it. I don’t know why though, maybe she just didn’t like the feel of it on her skin or something. Well we won’t know until she’s older.

I don’t think we’re going to let Shaun get anywhere near it either because he keep trying to eat it.

He almost got it in his mouth but we stopped him and Shaun cried when we did.

“He is a lot like me.” Georg said shaking his head.

“What do you mean?” I asked trying to get all the sand of Shaun’s hand so he wouldn‘t lick it of them.

“When I was his age I would eat sand too.” he said.

“Please tell me you grew out of that.” I begged.

I don’t need to have my son or any of my children growing up with cravings for sand.

“I did…when I accidentally swallowed a sea shell when I was ten.” he mumbled not looking at me. “Though I still get sudden urges to eat it. That’s why I try not to go to the beach too often.” he continued still not looking at me.

I stared at him for moment then looked at Shaun.

“You‘re going to be just like your Папа; weird and clumsy.” I said making Shaun smile even though I’m sure he didn’t understand a word I just said.

Aw, the wonderful bliss of being that young.

“Don‘t forget oh so sexy.” he said smirking.

“Oh yes. Let‘s not forget that.”

He smiled at me then leaned in and kissed me.

We spent the rest of the day on beach enjoying the sun and accusingly heading out to the water to see if the triplets would enjoy it.

They did; just like they enjoy baths, showers and getting caught in the rain.

At least that’s something they got from me.