Page 73 of Dreams Do Come True
“Tus, Ver,” he says.
“Hey, little man, looking good there. Do you want to pick out something for your brother to wear?”
Lyric nods and Kean picks him up, showing him River's clothes.
“Dat,” I hear Lyric say.
“Good choice.”
“Five Clean.”
I laugh as they high-five each other, and Kean pulls the choice out of the wardrobe and brings it over. It’s green dungarees with a fox on the front, and a striped green onesie for underneath.
I quickly dress River, then hold him up for Lyric and Kean to see. “Good choice, little man. Now we just need to find socks and a little jumper.”
Once the boys are dressed, I take them into Lyric’s room and sit in the snuggle chair and read them a story, while Kean gets showered and dressed.
“Nack Tus,” Lyric says, as I finish the third book.
“You can have breakfast in a little bit," I tell him.
“Or I can take the boys downstairs while you shower and dress,” Kean says, walking into the room, looking oh so fine.
“How did I get so lucky? A handsome soon-to-be husband and two lovely boys,” I comment.
Kean grins. “I ask myself that every day, how did you get so lucky?”
I burst out laughing.
“Clean nack,” Lyric practically demands.
Kean swoops Lyric up and looks at him. “Try that again without being rude.”
“But nack,” he says quietly.
“And we can go and have breakfast, but ask nicely. ‘Kean, can I have a snack, please?’”
Lyric nods. “Clean, nack pees.”
Kean grins. “There you go. Let me grab River and I’ll take you both downstairs, so Tus can get de-stinky.”
“Charming,” I say, standing up.
Lyric laughs and as I walk close, he holds his nose. “Stinky Tus.”
Kean laughs.
“That better not stick,” I gripe, as I hand River over.
“But we love you, stinky Tus,” Kean says, holding River close.
“Stinky Tus, stinky Tus,” Lyric shouts, laughing.
“I’m going. Good luck opening the stairgates with your hands full, handsome,” I say, leaving the room.
I makeit down to breakfast about half an hour later. Sion is holding River, and Lyric is in his high chair, eating some scrambled eggs and chopped up sausage. Well, they are on his little plate, but I’m not sure he’s actually eating them.
“Morning,” I say generally, sitting down.
