Page 2 of Dreams Do Come True
“Oh, honey, there is no way I’d not wake up to see you off, no matter what time you had to get up.”
“I know.”
“We had an email from the adoption agency earlier. Did you see it?” Kean asks, his eyes going from sparkling to sad.
I shake my head. “No. I’m guessing by the look in your eyes, it wasn’t good news.”
I internally sigh. Kean and I are going through the adoption process as we both want children. We have been turned down by a couple of agencies for being a same sex couple, but we found some that had no problem with us being a couple and happily accepted us. A few times, we have been close to adopting a child, but they fell through at the last minute.
We’ve not told the family what we’re going through, we will at some point. Each time something goes wrong, my heartbreaks. We were warned that the unexpected could happen and that it might even take years before we could adopt a child. As it is, it's only been about six months.
“The mother changed her mind, she’s decided to keep her baby,” he tells me softly.
I see the same sadness in his eyes that is probably in mine.
“Maybe the universe is trying to tell us something. Maybe it doesn’t think I’ll make a good parent,” I all but whisper. “I mean, I didn’t have the best upbringing, maybe the universe thinks we shouldn’t have a child.”
Kean pulls me into his arms, and I wrap mine around him, both of us taking and offering comfort. “I don’t believe that for a second, honey,” I feel him kiss the side of my head. “You will make an amazing father, and the right child is out there; we just need to be patient for a little longer. We should probably tell everyone, though, I think the family are starting to wonder why we’re having sad times.”
“I guess. I keep brushing my brothers off by saying it’s just stuff. I just don’t want any looks of pity.”
Kean snorts out a laugh, pulling back. “It won’t be looks of pity, honey, it will be looks of outrage.”
I smile. “Yeah, it probably will be.”
“So, there’s about half an hour until dinner. Do you want to make a start reading your report?”
I nod. “Yeah, I’m going to leave early tomorrow morning, so I’ll read all this tonight, then I can leave a bit later in the morning.”
“Good plan.”
CHAPTER 2
Iarrive in the kitchen just as the last dish is being put on the table.
“Sorry, I'm late,” I say in greeting.
“You’re not,” Emily replies, smiling at me.
My eyes must still show something, as her smile slips a bit and she looks concerned. I sit next to Kean and look around the table. It’s a full house tonight. John must be covering the bookshop, and Melody doing late surgery, as Ernest, Alfred and Justice are home.
There is happy chatter as the dishes are passed around.
I really am trying to be cheerful, but I’m obviously not succeeding very well, if the looks Temp and Cassie are sending my way are anything to go by.
“I have to go into the office tomorrow. I’ll leave early tomorrow morning and be back sometime tomorrow evening,” I tell my brothers.
“Drive safe and remember you can now blow a demon up if needed,” Temp cheerfully tells me, before eating a potato.
I laugh at that. One evening, before I was a true witch, I was travelling back from the office, and due to dark magic, my car broke down. I walked along a country road, being stalked bya demon. We ended up having a fight, and I was tiring fast. I was rescued when Temp, Ernest, Kean and some of the brothers turned up. Ernest ended up blowing the demon up. Demon body parts and whatnot covering everyone.
“I can. But I don’t think that will happen again,” I say hopefully. I mean, I’ve done that trip a number of times since the demon incident and not had any other problems getting home.
I’m pulled from my thoughts when I hear Ernest talking about the play he and the drama society are putting on.
The town used to put on a lot of plays, not that I ever watched any of them, being too wrapped up in my work, but their chairperson stepped down, and they haven’t put one on since. Then Ernest had the idea that the town should put on the play Wicked. Fortunately, or unfortunately depending on your point of view, the drama society had a meeting in the tearoom and Ernest, being Ernest, told them about his idea and they voted him in then and there as their new chairperson.
“So, the script is now written, and auditions are scheduled to start at the end of the month. I also have a list of jobs that will need to be done backstage. A sign-up sheet will be going up later.”
