Summer Holiday/Spain Day 1 At the airport/Twins

The twin girls are absolutely adorable, red hair done in braided pigtails, both wearing light white sundresses with little blue flowers. They are running up and down the rows between the seats giggling up a storm.

Every once in a while they pass a tired-looking woman in her late twenties with a toddler in her lap and a little girl who looked to be eight or nine sitting next to her playing on a tablet. All the children had matching hair and dresses. Every time the twins passed the woman, she would reach out to grab them, but they would easily dodge and keep running.

After the third time, the woman turns to the older girl and growls "A little help Fiona." With a slight Irish accent."

The girl shrugs her shoulders, "I'm busy, Ma, I almost beat this level." She whines, she too has a slight accent.

The sound of their voices, grabbed the attention of my smaller brain instantly. I always loved Irish accents, something about them activated my primal instincts and I knew right there that I had found my targets. three little girls in my age range, a little toddler and a hot mom. Yeah I'm a pedo but I can appreciate a hot woman every now and then especially with that accent.

I head over to where they are sitting and sit in one of the two empty seats next to the mom. They are obviously intended for the twins, but they aren't using them, obviously. "Hi I'm Frank and it looks like you could use a little help?"

The woman looks at me, and for a second, I see all the normal, suspicions and concern's that a mother feels when a stranger is around her children. For a split second she is a Momma Bear protecting her young. However, in that instant the two little red headed devils run by giggling and squealing in their chase game. The women mutters under her breath "For Fuck's sake." "Yes, thank you. I'm Aine. This is Orla," She said indicating the toddler "That's Fiona with the tablet, and the two banshees are Shannon and Shauna. It's been a rough couple of days, my husband was supposed to join us here but at the last minute his company called him back to work. I suggested we cancel the trip, but he insisted we go and that he would meet us there."

I give her my most innocent smile, "Anything I can do to help?"

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She asks you to wrangle up the twins.

She asks you to hold Orla for a second.