“Fine, I’ll share. I must say, though, you two look better than yesterday, not so tired.”
“Yeah, we both got some sleep, which helped,” Kean replies.
I look at Ebby. “Did you get all your orders finished?”
He nods. “I have a few left to make, but they are not being picked up until next Friday. Are you all ready for your wedding tomorrow?”
“Yep, not that we’ve had anything to do. We just need to turn up in our wedding clothes,” I reply.
Sly grins. “Kean, are you wearing the red wedding dress?”
I look at Kean and grin. “Please say yes.”
“You’ll just have to wait and see until tomorrow.”
CHAPTER 33
We leave the churchyard nearly two hours later, and all the children have baskets filled with Easter Eggs. Gordon gave us a treat bag for River. Inside was a black and white baby book, and another little bunny.
We walk back in a big family group. Jodie is carrying River, who has fallen back to sleep, and John is carrying a happy Lyric. I’m carrying his very full basket. Enoch, Xander and Nora are happily showing John and Jodie all their treats.
“I can’t believe all the children have full baskets,” Cassie comments from beside me.
“We didn’t want anyone to feel left out,” Cam tells us, “so we made sure we had more than enough to go around. We have some more that we didn’t put out. Adhan and I can drop them around at some of the other families that couldn’t make it today.”
“That’s really nice,” Nix says, taking Cam’s hand.
Cam shrugs a shoulder. “It’s just Cadenbury.”
It’sa happy group that sits down for lunch. Emily has gone all out; there is roasted lamb and pork, homemade stuffing andYorkshire puddings, plus all the normal vegetables and jugs of gravy.
Along with Jodie and John, Sly, Ebby, the boys, Molly, Clarence, and Callum have joined us.
Both Connie and Lyric are sitting in their highchairs, and River is asleep in his day crib.
We’ve decided to eat first and then hand out eggs.
Dishes are passed around, and Kean and I put food on Lyric’s plate, cutting it up for him. I pour a little gravy on the side of his plate and put it in front of him. I wonder what the chances are that he won’t get messy.
Chat around the table is fun, most of the conversation is about the egg hunt, before it turns to wedding talk. Apart from the date, neither Kean nor I know any other details. No one would tell us. Not that I mind, I know that it’s all been designed with love.
“Can you at least tell us what time the wedding is?” Kean asks, feeding Lyric some stuffing.
“Eleven. We wanted to give you time to look after your boys and have breakfast,” Ernest tells us. “But we can easily move the time a bit later if you’re running late.”
“Eleven will be fine,” I assure him, eating some broccoli.
“Tree,” Lyric says, holding up a piece of broccoli.
“Broccoli,” I tell him. Not sure he’s had it before. “Just try it, little man.”
Lyric looks undecided.
I eat another bit. “See, yummy.”
Lyric still looks unconvinced, but puts it in his mouth and promptly pulls it out. “No tree.” He starts to pick the rest off his plate and hand them to me. “No trees.”
I take them and put them on the side of my plate. “Okay, no trees, but make sure you eat your other vegetables.”