Page 96 of Dreams Do Come True
I lean into him. “When you left the room, Lyric came and cheered me up. He told me he loved me.”
Kean grins widely. “That’s amazing.”
“I can’t wait until he says it to you.”
“Me either. Shall we go and have dinner?”
“Yep. I left Lyric with Ben looking after him.”
We both walkinto the kitchen, and everyone is putting food on the table except Ben, who is still sat with Lyric. Lyric spies us first and smiles. “Clean,” he says happily, holding out his arms.
Kean goes and swoops him up. “Hey, little man. Did you have fun with Uncle Ben?”
“Unk En fun,” he says.
“Thanks, little man,” Ben says to him.
Lyric grins at him, then turns to look at Kean. “Ver sleep?”
“Yeah, Lyric, Titus got River to sleep.”
He nods. “Luv Ver, luv Tus, luv Clean.”
Kean smiles a large, happy smile. “I love you too, Lyric. How about sitting in your highchair for dinner?”
Lyric should have had dinner and been in bed hours ago, but today has been emotional for all of us, and just this once won’t hurt.
Kean puts Lyric into his highchair and moves it so it’s between the two of us.
Ernest and Alfred are both at the table, but Justice isn’t here, nor is Molly.
“Is Justice still working?” I ask Alfred.
“Yeah, he and Molly are trying to get Earl to go to the hospital. He has a nephew who’s come to stay, so hopefully he can help persuade Earl to go,” Alfred replies.
Food is passed around, and I put a little of everything onto Lyric’s plate, and I one-handedly cut it all up for him. “Blow on it first, as it might still be a bit hot,” I tell him, putting the plate in front of him, with his little spoon and fork.
There is general chat around the table as everyone catches up on their day. We’ll talk about the funerals and Septamus once we’ve finished eating.
“After the wedding, we’re having a film night at Sly and Ebby’s and watching A Company of Wolves as Tie's never seen it,” Temp announces, picking up his drink.
“I can’t believe we’ve not made you watch that yet,” Cam says, shaking his head.
“Sly was suitably shocked and invited us all around to watch it,” Ben adds.
“That should be a fun evening,” Ernest says, scooping up some peas. “We could watch An American Werewolf in London as well.”
“That’s a blast from the past, I’ve not seen either one in years,” Jude comments.
“I don’t think I’ve seen either of them,” Sal adds, before eating a carrot.
“Wait Sal, you’ve never seen An American Werewolf in London?” Alfred suddenly asks, looking surprised.
Sal shakes his head. “No, it passed me by somehow.”
Emily puts her drink down. “I’ll babysit Connie so you can both go and see them.”
“Thanks, Emily,” Sal says, smiling at her.
