Page 33 of Dreams Do Come True
“Yep, second door on the left.”
“Good, be right back.”
CHAPTER 11
Iflop down onto the sofa, with Kean joining me.
“I’m exhausted,” he says, kicking his shoes off and then lying down, his head resting on my lap.
“Me too, but a good kind of exhausted,” I reply, stroking his hair, my other hand resting on his thigh.
“Yeah. I’m glad we bought some toys earlier.”
While we were shopping this morning, we bought some building blocks, a play mat and a stacking rings thing, and we used them all. Apparently, these are all good toys to help with developmental skills.
“Who was having more fun, you or Lyric?” I ask, grinning down at him.
“Pretty sure you were having fun as well.”
“I really was.”
We settled Lyric down a few minutes ago. I magicked up a cot which fits in my bedroom. It’s silly, but I wanted both boys with us tonight. Then tidied the flat. Who knew a few toys could make such a mess?
“Bed routine can be started at home,” I say.
“It can. How about we head home the day after tomorrow?”
“I like the sound of that,” I break out in a big yawn. “Sorry.”
“Don’t apologise, honey. Neither of us got much sleep last night, and today we’ve not really stopped. We should think about going to bed.”
“Thought about it, too tired to move,” I say, still stroking his hair.
Kean rolls off the sofa and kneels on the floor. “Come on, honey, the bed is calling,” he holds out his hand and stands up.
I sigh and take the offered hand and let Kean pull me up. Except now we’re chest to chest, and his lips are right there. I lean forward and kiss him, putting one hand around his waist, the other I tangle in his hair.
Kean groans as he wraps his arms around me and kisses me back, and suddenly, I’m not so tired. I start stripping Kean, and soon I’m touching glorious naked skin.
I move around and push Kean back down on the sofa, and after thinking my clothes out of existence, I straddle his lap.
“Need you handsome,” I mutter.
“You have me, but we need lube.”
I click my fingers, and a tube appears in my hand. “Your wish is my command,” I say, handing it over, before ravishing his mouth. I hear the click of the tube cap and then groan, before Kean makes love to me.
The next morning,Kean and I are drowning in coffee. River woke twice and Lyric once, wanting his parents. It took a while to get him back to sleep, and he’s grumpy today, which doesn’t help our tired feeling, and his favourite word of the morning is ‘no’.
We had a message from Monica last night suggesting we meet up at the Lees’ house at eleven. The perfect time, I thought, but Lyric isn’t cooperating and is currently hiding from me.
“The two baby bags are packed. We should see if we can condense them down into one bag,” Kean says.
“Yeah, we can do that. We don’t have time for that now. I’m trying to find Lyric so I can put his shoes on, but he’s hiding.”
Kean nods. “Good job, I’m a wolf shifter and can sniff him out then.”
I follow as he walks into the third bedroom and around the side of the bed, where Lyric is sat, crossed-legged on the floor, arms folded over his chest, and a scowl on his face.
