Page 86 of Dreams Do Come True
“Gain Unk Ood,” Lyric shouts happily when Jude stops.
“I’m going to miss these names when Lyric learns to say them properly,” Enoch comments.
“I think we all are,” I reply. I really will miss being called Tus, but hopefully it will mean he’s calling me papa.
Connie keeps rubbing her cheeks, and she sniffs.
“Is your mouth sore, Connie?” Xander asks, picking her up and settling her on his lap.
She nods.
I look in her bag, which Jude brought outside and dumped next to me, and see the potion Molly made. “Here, Xander, put a little of this on your finger and rub it over her gums,” I say, passing the bottle to him.
“Thanks,” he says, taking it. “Let me rub this on your gums, Connie.”
Connie opens her mouth and lets Xander help her.
“A tooth is nearly broken through,” he says, handing the bottle back to me.
“Poor thing,” Enoch says, stroking her hand.
I watch as Connie snuggles into Xander and closes her eyes.
“It’s nice having a large family,” Enoch says softly.
“It is,” Nora agrees. “For most of my life, it was just Nix and me, and now there is family everywhere.”
“Yeah, our family is great,” Xander adds.
I hear Lyric laugh and look over and see him running around with Kean and Jude chasing him.
I watch as Lyric falls onto the grass. Jude and Kean reach him at the same time.
“Bad grass,” Jude says, pointing at the grass as Kean stands Lyric back on his feet and brushes him down.
“Bad ass,” Lyric said, pointing at the grass.
I laugh at that.
“Did he just say ‘Bad ass’?” Enoch asks.
“Oh yeah. Grass is now ass,” I confirm, and the children laugh.
Sly and Adhan walk over and join us.
“Time for a break,” Sly says, flopping down.
“That’s what I thought,” Emily comments from behind me.
“Let me take that, Mum,” Adhan says, and then walks around me and puts a large tray on the ground in front of us. There are jugs of cool drinks, glasses, cakes and two pots of fruit and carrots for Lyric and Connie.
I smile at her. “Thanks, Emily.”
Emily sits down with us, looking over towards the play set. “I thought you would have been finished by now.”
“The instructions don’t make any sense,” Sly gripes, swiping a biscuit. “And apparently I’m not allowed to use magic.”
“Poor Dark One,” Enoch says, patting his arm.
