Page 61 of Dreams Do Come True

“I’ve never done an Easter Egg hunt,” Nora announced. “Lyric, Connie and I will have fun, won’t we?”

“I’m sure you will,” I reply for Lyric, who is happily sat on Temp’s lap, squishing his banana. He should probably be sat in his high chair like Connie, but there you go.

“Secondly, I had a phone call from Cleo. Elliot’s had an accident. Once he’s released from the hospital, she wondered if he could come and stay here, as his caravan is not the best place to recover.”

“I hope you said yes,” Emily asks.

“I did indeed. He should be here the Tuesday after Easter.”

“Did Cleo say what happened?” I ask.

“His arm got caught in a ride, and he needed surgery to fit metal pins and the like. He might be here for a while.”

“We can all help look after him,” Temp adds

Lyric looks at Temp and holds up a very dirty hand. “Five Unk Emp,”

“How about we clean your hand first, and then I’ll high-five you,” Temp suggests.

Lyric looks at his hand, nods and then wipes it on Temp’s top.

“Hey now, I didn’t mean wipe it on my top, little man,” Temp complains.

Lyric just smiles and holds his hand up. “Five Unk Emp.”

Temp shakes his head and gives him a high five.

“Titus, Kean, tomorrow morning is the town baby and toddler group. We’re taking Connie if you want to join us,” Jude says, wiping Connie’s hands.

“We can do that,” Kean says, looking at me.

“We can indeed.”

“When you have your wedding, are you having a baby naming at the same time, or do you want separate days?” Cassie asks.

I look at Kean. “No idea, we’ve not discussed it.”

“We’ll talk and let you know,” Kean says.

“You know the town is down for parties,” Adhan says.

“The New Year's Eve party with drones was epic,” Ernest reminds us. “Not sure how we can top that.”

“We don’t need to top it,” I point out.

“We’ll have a chat and let you know tonight,” Kean replies.

“Also your wedding date. We have everything ready to go, just need the date,” Emily adds.

I finish the last of my coffee. “We’ll talk about that today as well. I need to check my phone to see if there are any funeral details yet.”

“We can all come and support you if you want,” Ben offers.

“Thanks,” Kean says. “But for now, our Lyric needs a wash and to dress. Don’t you, little man?”

Lyric grins. “Unk Emp bath.”

“I’m sure I can help with that, I mean, how hard can it be?”