Page 67 of Dreams Do Come True

“Do you think she was talking about you and Sion?”

Cassie shrugs a shoulder. “No idea, she looked shocked when she told me that, though.”

“Strange, but she’s never wrong. It’s just one of those wait-and-see things.” I pull him in a quick hug. “Everything will sort itself out in time.”

“Thanks, brother.”

Ben,Temp, Jude and Sal went shopping to buy everything needed to toddler proof the house. I thought it would just be baby gates, but no, there are special plugs for sockets, things to go on the corners of furniture, magnetic locks for cupboards, and hooks to make sure furniture doesn’t get pulled over. I’m sure a lot of this could have been done with magic, but there you go.

Once they get back, the four of them and Kean set about proofing the house. They also came back with new toys for Connie and our boys. Plus Temp had found the cutest little safety walking harness for Lyric. It was a blue butterfly which he will totally love.

I hear a noise from Lyric’s crib, but before I can move, Cassie is up and picking his nephew up. “Hey, little man, did you have good dreams?’

Lyric nods, rubbing his eyes and looking around. He sees me and smiles.

“I see, you just want your papa,” Cassie says, walking back to the sofa.

Lyric holds his arms out. “Tus.”

I take him and drop a kiss on the top of his head. “Hey, little man. Do you want a drink?”

“Duce,” Lyric says, then looks around. “Clean?”

“He’s Lyric proofing the house,” I say, smiling at him, tickling his tummy.

Lyric lets out a giggle.

“Let’s get you a drink and then go and find him, shall we? Uncle Cassie can come with us.”

Cassie grins. “I can do that,” he replies, bopping Lyric on the nose.

We got Lyric a drink and gave him a snack, then looked for Kean. We played, gave him dinner, bathed him and washed River, but now it’s bedtime.

I lay River in his crib.

“Night Ver,” Lyric says, looking at his sleeping brother.

“So how about it, little man?” Kean says as we leave River’s room and walk into Lyric’s. “Fancy sleeping in here tonight?”

Lyric looks at his crib and then at us, looking unsure.

“I can say a spell that will let us hear you, so if you get scared or your brother needs us, you can just call out for us,” I tell him.

Lyric snuggles closer to Kean and sighs before nodding.

“How about we sit in that lovely-looking snuggle chair first and read a couple of stories?” Kean asks.

Lyric nods, and I go to the bookcase and pull out two books as Kean and Lyric sit down.

I join them on the chair and make Lyric laugh as I grab his little legs and lay them on mine. Then I read a story about a witch having no room on a broom, and then a book about a Gruffalo.

“Ready for bed now, little man?” Kean asks him.

Lyric looks first at Kean and then at me. “Mama, dada no.”

I take his little hand. “No Lyric, that’s why you have Kean and me. We both love you and your brother, and we always will,” I say gently.

Lyric gives a deep sigh. “Tus, Clean no go?”