A/N: A completely new series; AU. Multi-chaptered fic, will be updating regularly. Thanks so much for reading x

"Daddy! Daddy!" Ianto Jones' children chorused as he entered their large kitchen. He smiled. He adored his three kids, Joanna, Matthew and John.

"Morning." His wife called. Ianto's smile widened. He and Emily had met at school, and had been married for eleven years. "Toast?" Emily asked him, waving the loaf at him.

"No thanks, darling." He looked at his watch. "Better get going." Just as he was picking up his backpack, his son started wailing in his chair.

"But daddy!" Matthew moaned. "You said you'd take me to school! Want my friends to meet you!" Matthew had started his pre-school a month ago, and loved every minute of it. Ianto thought about it.

"Okay, Mattie. I'll take you to school."

"Yay!" Matt bounced up and down in his seat. He was still holding his cup of juice, and it spilled all over his light blue shirt. "Oh." He said, looking down at his stained shirt in dismay, his bottom lip sticking out.

"Uh-oh!" Emily said, scooping Matthew out of his chair. "Lets get you changed young man!" She looked back at her husband as she left the kitchen, Matt in tow. "Make sure Jo and John eat their breakfast, yeah?"

"Sure, Em." Ianto said, pouring himself a coffee and sitting down with it at the table. He looked at his two kids. Joanna was the oldest, at nine. Her gold-blonde hair was falling across her face as she toyed with her cereal. She was singing softly to herself. Ianto always thought she looked like an angel. At that precise moment, Jo looked up and smiled at Ianto, showing her pearly white teeth. Ianto's gaze flicked to John. He'd always been the quietest, the one no one understood. Ianto always found him intriguing. He knew everything about anything. Anything you asked him, he knew. Any answer you needed, he could give you. He was the spitting image of Ianto, right down to the soft brown hair, the blue eyes that always left you speechless. John was seven years old, coming up eight in a few months. But he didn't seem so young. He talked like he knew things you didn't. He talked like he was out of his time. "John?" John jumped straight out of his daydream.

"Yeah, dad?"

"You alright?" Ianto never really knew what to say to John. He wanted to ask him about the voices he hears, the people he sees. But he couldn't do that with Joanna in the room.

"Sure."

"Looking forward to school today?" John thought about it.

"Um…no, not really."

"Why not?"

"Got science today."

"Don't you like knowing how things work, and what makes them work?" Ianto frowned; he thought John would love that kind of thing. He always liked learning knew things. It was a wonder there was any room left in his brain!

"Not at school." Ianto chuckled. This was a normal response, but with John, he questioned it.

"Why not at school?" He asked his son. John leant forward across the table towards his father.

"Because they always get it wrong." He whispered. Ianto stopped. What the hell? How would John know if they were wrong? As he was about to ask John these things, when his other son clattered into the kitchen.

"Hi daddy!" Ianto pulled him onto his lap and tickled his stomach.

"Hey soldier." He fingered the soft wool of his red jumper. "New jumper?" Matthew nodded proudly.

"Mummy said I could wear it."

"Did she now?" Matthew nodded again. Joanna looked up and smiled at them both, but John seemed stuck in his own little world.

"Is Mum dropping you and John off at school?" He asked Joanna.

"Yeah, I have to take my art project in." Ianto leaned over and kissed the top of her head as Matt slid off his lap.

"See you then, sweetheart. Hope the project goes well."

"Thanks dad." She hugged him tight, and then released him and nudged John. He jumped violently. Ianto ruffled his adorable hair, and then hugged him loosely. John was weirdly protective, and hated too much human contact. But today, he hugged his dad happily.

"See you, dad."

"Bye, champ. Have fun at school." John groaned, and Ianto laughed. "Em?" Ianto shouted up the stairs. "I'm just taking Mattie to school, okay?" He could hear his wife fumbling about in their bedroom directly above the kitchen. When he got no response, he rolled his eyes at the kids. "Stay here, Matt. Back in a second, yeah?" Matthew nodded, and sat down at the foot of the stairs. Ianto smiled at him fondly, and climbed up the stairs in search of his wife. "Em?"

"Yeah?" Came her muffled shout.

"What the hell are you doing?" He asked, padding into their bedroom. Emily was, in his opinion, pointlessly sorting through endless piles of clothes. All of which belonged to her, of course. How can one woman need so many clothes? She held up a red blouse to her body, and looked in the mirror.

"Does this one look okay?" Ianto crossed the bedroom, and pulled her into his arms.

"Gorgeous." He whispered into her neck. She giggled, and pulled away. "Taking Mattie to school, okay?"

"Sure thing." He smiled at her again. He leaned across and stroked her soft cheeks. He ran his fingers through her silky blonde hair, sighing. "What?"

"Nothing." He said, contently. "Just…I love you."
"I love you, too, Ianto."

"I know." He said, grinning. He did know, and that was what made it so great. "See you later, yeah?"

"Course, darling." She told him, kissing him gently. He stole another before making his way out of the bedroom.

"Bye, babe."

"Love you!" Emily called after him. He stopped, and poked his head around the door.

"I know." He told her, chuckling. He left the house, hand in hand with his son. He breathed in the fresh morning air, and sighed happily. He felt on top of the world. He had everything. Everything he'd ever wanted. Everything he'd ever need. He tried to ignore the tiny part of his heart that protested to this. Maybe not everything. But enough. For now.