Page 82 of Dreams Do Come True
“What would happen to the witch afterwards, though?”
I think for a moment, what would happen? The karma backlash on something that horrific would be immediate and immense. “I honestly couldn’t tell you, but it wouldn’t be good.”
“So then maybe find another punishment,” he suggests.
I nod. “Yeah, that would be better. Thank you for coming. I should have called you myself, but I was hoping that if I saw her, she would leave as quickly as she came.”
“I understand, but I will always come, honey, you know that.”
And I do. I’m such a lucky witch.
Lyric wakesup not long later. He sits up and looks at us, a smile lighting his face. “Clean, Tus,” he calls out.
Kean picks him up. “Hey, little man, did you have good dreams?”
He nods and snuggles into Kean’s chest and sighs.
Just then, Connie starts to grumble. I jump up and walk over and pick her up. “Hey, princess, are your gums sore?”
She leans against me and nods, rubbing one of her cheeks on my chest. The poor thing is teething, but even though it hurtsher, she very rarely cries. “Let’s go and get you a teething ring - your daddies put one in the fridge for you.”
“Nack Clean pees,” Lyric asks.
“Of course, little man, let’s see what we can find you.”
We’re sat in the kitchen when the doorbell rings. Emily goes and answers, walking back in carrying boxes, John behind carrying more.
“Titus, these are all for you,” Emily says, as she and John put them on the table.
“Thanks, Emily, John,” I say.
Lyric looks at John and holds his arms out. “Pop,” he says, grinning.
John picks him up and kisses his head. “How’s my Lyric? Let me say hello to Connie.”
As John walks over to her, I stand up and start opening the boxes.
“Just a bit of shopping, honey,” Kean comments, now holding Connie up to see her grandpops.
“Yep. River needed a proper bath, and then I saw other bits I liked.” I pull out the baby bath. Then toys, some for the bath and some not. Clothes and a little desk that Lyric can sit and draw at.
“What’s that one?” John asks, looking at the last long box.
I laugh as I pick the box up and open it. “This is a bath splash guard to go on the side of the bath, to stop Lyric from trying to drown us.”
“Nice,’ Kean says, looking at it, then smiling at Lyric. “No more getting wet.”
Lyric just laughs.
I see John looking at me.
“I’m okay, John,” I say softly.
“You know where I am if you want to talk.”
I nod and smile. “I do, thanks, John.”
“Pop play,” Lyric says to him suddenly.
