Page 47 of Dreams Do Come True

I magicked some of the boys’ toys in here and laughed when I saw Jude’s arms full of toys he brought into the room. He frowned at me and then laughed.

“We should get Nix to decorate the walls in here,” Cassie suggests, walking into the room with Sion.

“We can ask him over dinner tonight,” Jude replies.

“How can little beings have so much stuff?” Sion says, looking around.

“It helps them learn,” Nora says, as the doorbell rings.

“That should be the delivery driver,” I announce, standing up. I look at Lyric, who is lost in playing, so I let him be and go to open the door.

“Morning, Mr Compton, got your stuff,” the driver says.

“Thanks, we’ll help you unload,” I say, as Jude, Adhan, Cassie and Sion come outside.

Kean is up in his office letting his clients know what’s going on. Cam had an issue somewhere he had to go and sort out, and Ben had an emergency breakdown callout.

We’ve just started pulling items out of the back of the van when Ebby, Sly and the boys turn up.

“Good timing,” I say in greeting to Ebby and Sly and pass them suitcases.

“I knew we should have waited until this afternoon, but the boys wanted to see their new cousins,” Sly tells me, taking a case.

I know Ebby, Sly, Xander and Enoch are not related to us, but Alfred and Ernest claimed them as family, well, we all did really, so now they are our brothers.

“Xander, Enoch, the children are in the downstairs lounge if you want to join them.”

They grin and rush off. I then hear Lyric shout, “Nox”.

With so many of us, it doesn’t take long to get everything upstairs and into the two rooms. Kean and I will figure out placements later.

I’m just walking out of what will be River’s room, when I hear loud crying and Xander urgently calling up the stairs. “Titus, Kean.”

I run down the hall to the stairs. Kean reaches them first, and we thunder down the stairs and into the lounge.

Lyric is being held by Temp as he cries his eyes out.

Kean plucks him out of Temps' arm. “Hey, now what’s this?” he asks Lyric.

I look at the others.

“He couldn’t find either of you and got scared,” Temp tells us.

Lyric has a tight grip around Kean, and his face is buried in his neck.

I shake my head. “I didn’t think about that. I thought he’d be fine with all of you, sorry.”

“It’s not your fault, bro. But maybe for a while, one or the other of you should be where he can see you,” Temp suggested. “He must have got scared thinking you had both vanished like his birth parents.”

“That makes sense.” I touch Lyric’s back. “We’re both here, little man.”

Lyric lifts his head up and looks at me, his face red from crying, tears still running down his cheeks, and his nose snotty. “Tus,” he hiccups, holding his arms out.

I take him out of Kean’s arms and walk over to the sofa and sit down, Kean by my side.

Lyric wipes his face on my shirt and sniffs, before leaning back against me and holding his hand out to Kean.

Kean takes his little hand and kisses the back before holding it.