Page 21 of Dreams Do Come True
Lyric nods and points at me. “Tus.”
I grin at him, walking to the changing table with the clean nappy. “Good going, Lyric. Can you say Titus?”
“Tus,” he repeats.
“Nice, little man, high five,” Kean says, holding his hand close.
Lyric looks at it, a confused look on his face.
“This is a high five,” he says, picking up Lyric's hand and touching it to his. “High five.”
Lyric giggles and holds his hand up.
Kean laughs and gently taps his hand. “High five,” he says.
“Gain,” Lyric says, holding his hand up.
“It’s again, and you play with Kean while I deal with whatever died in your nappy,” I say.
I listen to Kean and Lyric laugh as I take his nappy off. “By the Goddess!” I exclaim. I don’t think I have ever seen a nappy so full or smelt one so bad. How I don’t throw up, I have no idea. I clean him up and put a new nappy on, quickly putting all the soiled bits in the nappy sack. These sacks have a fragrant smell that doesn’t really mask the foul odour.
I put his legs back in the baby grow and do the poppers up. “There you go, stinky, all sorted.”
He holds his hand out to me, grinning.
I touch his hand with mine, saying, “High five.”
I look at Kean. “I’m going to wash my hands, be right back.” I pick the nappy sack up and take it into the adjoining bathroom, dumping it in the bin and washing my hands.
I look at myself in the mirror, and I look a bit rumpled, but I honestly don’t care. I got rumpled looking after our children.
We get Lyric settled,and I remember I was going to look in his bag. I look inside and see a teddy bear. I pull it out and lay it next to Lyric.
“We probably should have looked in the bags sooner,” Kean says, opening River’s bag. Inside was another teddy bear. Kean lifts it out. “I hope his parents bought him this bear.”
“Yeah, me too.”
Kean takes the teddy and lays it at the bottom of the cot, then walks to the sofa.
I join him and we both sit, leaning against each other. I kiss Kean’s cheek and hold my hand up. “High five.”
Kean laughs and high-fives me. “Hey, it worked, Tus.”
“I can’t wait to hear him say your name.”
“It’s so cute. I thought, given what’s happened, we’d leave it up to Lyric to see if he wants to call us daddy or papa or pops.”
“Yeah, I thought that as well. I fancy being Papa, what about you?”
“I quite like Daddy or Dad,” he confesses.
“We have parent names.”
“We do. Let’s try and sleep again. We’ll be up soon to feed River.”
I kiss his cheek again. “Love you.”
CHAPTER 8
