Page 91 of Dreams Do Come True

“We can both do that. That is such a lovely idea, thank you,” Reval replies.

“If we give you our numbers, anytime you want to see the boys, you’re more than welcome,” I tell them.

“Thank you, Titus. Our one fear was losing contact with Lyric and never meeting River. You might not know, but Reval and I are Lyric’s godparents.”

“Then we will make sure you never lose contact with them,” Kean assures them.

“Thank you,” Macy says, handing River back to Kean. “We should get to the wake.”

Reval pulls his phone out. “Give me your numbers and then I can text you with ours.”

We both rattle off our numbers and wave as they leave. Finally, everyone has left except Monica, Chris and Daniel.

“There are drinks and nibbles at the Drunken Duck if you want to join us,” Chris says.

“I’m not sure how much more Lyric can cope with,” I say, as Lyric sniffs.

“We understand,” Monica replies.

Kean puts his hand in his pocket and pulls out two wedding invites. “This probably isn’t the right time, but these are invites to our wedding. We’re getting married Easter Monday. Sorry for the short notice.”

“Nothing wrong with handing them out today. It gives us something to look forward to,” Monica says, taking them and then handing Daniel his invite.

“I’ll be there, like I’d miss your wedding,” Daniel says, smiling.

“Just as we’ll be there,” Chris tells us. “I’ll pop to the car and get the bag of clothes for you.”

“Thanks, Chris,” Kean says.

“We’ll follow, then you three can go off to the wake,” I reply.

It doesn’t take long to get the bag, say goodbye and watch them leave.

“So that was heart breaking,” Temp comments.

Ben takes his hand.

“It was,” Kean replies.

“How about we go and find some lunch somewhere?” I look at Lyric. “What do you say, little man, fancy something to eat?”

“Nack,” he says, lifting his head up and looking at me.

Temp smiles and pokes Lyric in the tummy. “Lots of snacks.”

Lyric giggles.

I smile at my brother glad he made Lyric laugh.

“We passed a pub on the way here. It had swings in the garden, and it looked child-friendly. I think it was called The Slaughtered Lamb,” Ben tells us.

“Please tell me you didn’t see it down a country lane,” Sly asks.

“You’re safe,” Ben replies. “It was on the side of the road, plus it’s not nighttime, raining or foggy.”

“A film reference I actually understand,” I reply happily.

“But have you seen a Company of Wolves?” Sly asks.