Page 115 of Dreams Do Come True
“Thank you for inviting us,” Macy adds.
“You’re more than welcome, but we actually have something to ask you,” Kean says.
“We wondered if you would like to be River’s godparents,” I ask.
“Oh, Titus, Kean, we would be delighted,” Macy gushes.
“Thank you,” a choked Reval says. “You’ve no idea what this means to us.”
Kean touches his arm. “We can guess.”
Suddenly, a loud whistle rents the air and silence descends.
“Alright, people, baby naming time, chop, chop,” Ernest announces.
“Well, it would be if we knew where River was,” I mutter.
“Here he is,” Jodie says, walking up to us.
“Jodie, your dress is amazing,” I say. It’s another colourful dress that suits her to a T.
“Emily, Nora and I went shopping to get our dresses together, and we all blend nicely.”
“You certainly do, Jodie,” Kean tells her, stealing River.
Ernest strides over to us. “Chop, chop, time to get moving.”
I shake my head at him. “You’re so bossy. Plus, don’t think I’ve forgotten what you did to me earlier.”
He shrugs a shoulder. “It’s payback for Sunday morning.”
“For what, me waking you up or Lyric’s pee attack?”
“Both,” he replies.
Jodie shakes her head at him and fake sighs. “Such a disappointment.”
“Nice, Ma.”
“Ernest, Jodie, this is Macy and Reval Fford. They were best friends with Doris and Reggie,” Kean introduces.
“I’m sorry for your loss,” Jodie says in sympathy.
“Thank you. It’s hard. I keep picking up my phone to chat to Doris before I remember I can’t. The only bright spot is knowing she lived long enough to have River,” Macy says.
“And I keep sending silly memes to Reggie, and then I remember he won’t see them,” Reval adds.
“We’ve asked Macy and Ravel to be River’s godparents; they’re already Lyric’s,” I explain.
“Oh, that’s lovely,” Jodie exclaims.
“I’ll give you a piece of paper with your wording on it,” Ernest tells them. “Come on, you need good seats.” And without giving them a choice, he ushers them away.
“You best be going up front, it looks like everyone is ready,” Jodie says, stroking River’s hand and Lyric’s head. Surprisingly, both boys are still awake.
“You ready, little man?” I ask him gently.
He nods, and the four of us again walk down the aisle and up the steps.
