Page 50 of Dreams Do Come True
“Ebby and I moved the boys’ furniture around and unpacked everything. Use magic to change it if you don’t like what we did,” Sly says.
“Thanks for doing that. I only meant for you to take the cases upstairs, not sort everything,” I reply.
Ebby shrugs. “You helped us unpack, we just returned the favour.”
I grin at that, remembering unpacking day. “Pretty sure we had fun playing with magic that day.”
They both laugh. “Yep, we did. Are you still going to come to magical playtime?” Sly asks.
Our magical playtime is defence against dark magic lessons. Justice, Sal, Callum and Sly always make it interesting and fun. None of us thinks we need them anymore, but us true witches, along with the town witches, all have fun playing with magic.
“I am. We still need to get that magic box open.” When there were issues with Sly’s family, we sent our magic out to check out a farmhouse. None of our magic came back; Ebby found it trapped in a box. We rescued the box, but even months later, we still can’t get the box open to retrieve our magic.
“As long as one of us is with Lyric, everything should be fine,” I say, hoping that’s true.
Sly shakes his head. “I can’t even imagine what he’s going through at the moment, the confusion and having to be around new people. He’s a brave little boy. I know you have everyone at home, but if there is anything we can do, just ask.”
“We will,” I say, meaning it. “I’m sure we can call on you for babysitting duties.”
“Enoch will love that,” Ebby says.
“Xander too,” Sly says, nodding towards where Xander is walking next to Adhan, chatting to him and Lyric and making him laugh.
We finally reach the bookshop and walk in. Ernest is busy serving someone but waves as we carry on to the tearoom, where we see Alfred, Justice and Sal sat down laughing and joking.
“What’s this, a family outing?” Justice asks.
“Yep,” Jude says happily, walking over to Sal and kissing him.
Apart from our family, the tearoom is empty, so tables are moved around and we all sit.
“Dad,” Alfred says, grinning at him. “Something you want to tell me?”
Adhan laughs as he sits down. “Yes, Lyric’s a demanding little man. Aren’t you?”
Lyric looks at Adhan and grins, before snuggling onto his chest, making sure he can see both Kean and me.
“You and Ernest need to have a baby,” Alfred throws out there, still grinning.
“Don’t make me squirt you,” Ernest says, walking over to the table and putting his hand on Adhan’s shoulder. “We are both quite happy being uncles, thank you very much. Anyway, we’re waiting for you and Justice to have children.”
Alfred blushes, and Justice laughs.
“Wait, Alfred, are you pregnant?” Sly teases.
Justice throws a napkin at him. “No, idiot.”
“We’ve spoken about adopting, but we’re going to wait a year or two before we start down that route,” Alfred replies.
“Where’s River?” Justice asks.
“Sleeping at home with Mum watching over him. Lyric had a little scare earlier, so Adhan invited us to join him coming here. Everyone else came along for the fun of it,” Kean tells him.
“Poor thing. He seems happy with Adhan.”
Kean laughs. “Yep, the big bad Alpha, felled by our son.”
We all laugh at that.
