Chapter 34
Iwake up the next morning to the feel of Kean kissing me awake. I groan. “Best way to wake up.”
Kean grins. “It’s our wedding day, there was no way I wasn’t kissing you awake this morning.”
I touch his cheek. “As much as I want to see where this goes, the boys will be waking up soon.”
Kean rubs his nose against mine. “I got up to see to River, and Mum shooed me out of the bedroom, saying she would look after him this morning.”
“That was nice of her, but how about Lyric?”
“I was just finishing changing his nappy when Temp walked in and said he’d look after Lyric for a few hours.”
I look at him in shock. “And Lyric was okay with that?”
“Temp bribed him with food. He had to see you before he went with Temp, so he saw you from the doorway, and then Temp took him off.”
I give a big smile and move both arms to wrap them around Kean’s neck. “In that case, my soon-to-be husband, how about you make love to me?”
Kean grins back, his blue eyes shining with happiness. “You have the best ideas,” he dips his head and kisses me, before getting down to the serious business of making love to me.
We’re just about to get up when there is a thump on the bedroom door.
“Clean, Tus nack,” Lyric calls out, to more door thumping.
I quickly magic us some sleepwear, and Kean goes to open the door.
“Clean,” Lyric says, happily wrapping his arms around Kean’s legs.
“Hey, little man,” Kean says, stroking his head.
Cassie is stood behind Lyric, holding a tray of food. “Breakfast in bed for you both,” he hands the tray over to Kean.
“Oh wow, thanks, Cass,” I say, walking to the door.
“Tus,” Lyric says happily, moving to hug my legs.
“Hey, little man.” I bend down to pick him up and drop a kiss on his head.
“Enjoy your breakfast and see you at ten forty-five by the front door,” and after throwing us a grin, he walks away.
Kean kicks the door closed and carries the tray to our bed, as I sit down and get comfy, Lyric sitting happily on my lap.
“Did you have fun with Uncle Temp?” I ask.
Lyric nods. “Miss oou and Clean.”
“We’re here now, little man,” Kean says, taking covers off the plates.
Kean has a full English and I have toast, bacon and hash brown. He puts the plate in front of me and hands me some cutlery.
“Thanks, handsome. I wish River was with us this morning.” It would make our morning perfect if he was. I’m about to suggest it when there is a knock at the door.
Kean gets up and opens it to see Emily there holding River.
“I thought you would like time with just the four of you,” she says, handing an awake River over to him.
“Perfect, thanks, Mum. I was just about to phone you and ask for him.”
She laughs. “Great minds, enjoy your breakfast.”
She walks away, and Kean closes the door, walking back to the bed and putting River in the middle.
I stroke his little hand. “Morning, Baba,” I smile at Kean. “Now this is perfect.”
“It really is,” Kean replies, picking up his plate.
I make my bacon and hash browns into a toast sandwich. I cut a thin slice and hand it to Lyric. “Here you go, little man.”
Lyric takes it and smiles at me. “Fank oou,” he takes a bite and then holds it out to River. “Ver nack.”
“No, little man. River is too small to eat this kind of food,” Kean tells him. “You eat it.”
I finish my sandwich and wipe my hands, then pick River up. I drop a kiss on his head as Lyric strokes his brother’s hand. I feel an overabundance of love for Kean and our boys. I wonder if it’s too late to incorporate the baby naming and welcome to the family for the boys.
I look at Kean, who is giving me a gentle smile as he collects up our plates and puts them back on the tray. “Shall I message the others about adding the baby naming and welcome to the family?”
I nod. “Yeah, I was literally thinking we should do that.”
Lyric starts jabbering away to River, as Kean picks up his phone and sends the message. “Done,” he says, moving over to sit next to me.
Lyric crawls off my lap and sits on Kean’s.
“We have a fun day today,” Kean tells him.
Lyric nods. “Warry.”
“Close. Tus and I are getting married, River will be having a baby naming and you, a welcome to the family.”
“But first we all need to have a bath or shower and get dressed,” I say, picking up my coffee. “Well, when I say first, I mean after my coffee.”
Kean laughs. “You drink your coffee and I’ll give our Lyric a bath,” Kean points a finger at Lyric. “No trying to drown me.”
Lyric just laughs at him.