Page 65 of Dreams Do Come True
“Hey, little cousin,” he says, kneeling down. “Enoch and I brought you something. Do you want to see?”
Lyric nods.
Xander brings his hand forward, and I see he’s holding a stuffed wolf that looks exactly like Kean.
“Doggy,” Lyric says, holding his hands out.
“It’s a wolf,” Xander tells him.
“Oof,” Lyric says.
“Wolf,” Xander corrects.
“Oof,” Lyric repeats.
Xander laughs and hands it to him. “Close enough. It’s Kean’s wolf. If you press his tummy, he growls.”
Lyric does, and a growl is heard. Lyric laughs and does it again. Then he leans forward as far as he can, with me holding him secure, and pokes Kean in the tummy. Kean growls, making everyone laugh.
“Say thank you,” I prompt him.
Lyric smiles. “Fank Der, Nox,”
“We really need to toddler-proof the stairs,” Jude says. “I bet Lyric is giving Connie ideas.”
“Yeah, she keeps trying to crawl, soon she’ll be walking,” Sal says, looking at his daughter.
“They grow up so fast,” Emily says, sounding wistful.
Lyric and Xander are playing with the wolf when Lyric stops and tilts his head. “Ver sad.”
Kean jumps up and rushes out of the room, and I hear him running up the stairs.
I look at Molly. “Molly, any idea why Lyric can tell what’s going on with River? In all my research on Kitsunes, I don’t remember reading about them doing that.”
Molly drums her fingers on the table for a moment. “I think it might be because of their shared trauma, but I will have to do some research. I don’t know much about Kitsune shifters.”
“Thanks,” I say as Kean walks in with River. Who is awake and slightly grizzling.
I click my fingers, and River’s dummy appears in my hand. “Here,” I say, passing it to Kean.
“Thanks,” he pops it into the baby’s mouth. “He’s calming down now,” Kean holds River close.
Xander bops Lyric on the nose with the wolf. “You’re an awesome big brother.”
“Luv Ver,” Lyric says, as if that answers everything.
Kean sits back down, holding River. “While everyone is here. How about Easter Monday for the wedding?”
I look at Kean and raise a brow as we’ve not discussed the wedding date yet.
“If that’s okay with you, honey?” Kean asks, too much laughter.
“Easter Monday is fine,” I reply, grinning at him. I look at the family. “Is that all right with everyone?”
“Yep, we just needed the date,” Temp says.
“I might need to send some invites out, but only to a couple of people,” I say. “Just Monica and her husband, Daniel, and possibly Justin.”
