"Morning, sleepy," Ianto grinned as Jack slid into his usual chair in the dinette.
"Morning, gorgeous husband," Jack said, leaning over to kiss Ianto's cheek and wrap his hands around the half-finished mug of coffee Ianto offered.
Jack sighed, as always, with the first sip while Ianto got up to put on a full pot.
"What's got you having a lie-in today?" Ianto asked.
Jack shrugged. "Bank holiday."
"Jack… we're retired. Every day is a bank holiday."
"I know, but it's a proper one, isn't it? No post, no banks… we've got to have a lazy day. No option. Besides, we didn't get bank holidays or anything else while we were working. Gotta catch up on that stuff now. In fact, we should really be having breakfast outside. It's a beautiful day."
Ianto smiled and shook his head. "If I'd known we were meant to do a proper holiday, we should have packed up and been off to Brighton or something."
"What, in that traffic? Not a chance."
Ianto let out a bark of laughter that turned to howls. He wiped tears from his eyes as Jack just looked at him bemused.
"Oh, Jack…," Ianto gasped. "You may be a 51st century Boshanian with an American accent and teeth, but I think you are now officially a true Welshman."
Jack smirked. "Well, had to happen at some point. I've been taking injections of Welsh DNA for years now."
Ianto's hand reflexively slapped Jack's hand before he got halfway to pinching Ianto's bottom.
"So, how about it? Breakfast on the porch, spend the afternoon in the garden. Maybe we can do barbecue for dinner, depending on the weather, of course. Not that we couldn't do it under the porch in jumpers. Now that would make me a proper Welshman," Jack grinned.
"Jack?"
"Hmm?"
"I love you."
Jack smiled dazzlingly. "I love you, too, Ianto Jones."