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Gray had things better organised this time.
Ianto was on speed dial as he was the one that would be in the birthing suite while Gray hid in the safety of the waiting room with Jack.
Although it was stilted, Jack had agreed to be polite to his mother if she showed up for the birth. Things were still strained in that department, her disregard for two of the children that were not Jack's by blood still rankled.
Ianto had been spectacular, as usual and the baby's nursery was soft blues and creams.
Rhia and Gray had discussed the possibility of learning the sex of the baby like they did with Rory and were amused to find they were both dying to know so they found out.
To find Ianto had kept all of Babbit's things should not have surprised her, but finding them in such perfect condition did.
It had cost very little, or so Ianto had assured her, and the room was so inviting and peaceful that she never wanted to leave.
Babbit's little crib/bed had been repainted and she was touched as he ran her fingers over tooth marks left by the wee lad.
She stood in the middle of the room, on the white fur rug that her little boy would lay on and looked at the white clouds painted on the ceiling with birds, and a little plane he had painted delicately as Jack had leered from the bottom of the ladder.
Shelving was white, to offset the pale blue walls and the dark blue carpet as a great contrast, guaranteed not to show the dirt when this became a little boy's room.
David and Mica were equally excited and the artwork reflected that.
A wonderful blue sky and white clouds above a good rendition of their house was on one wall.
Mica dancing, so she was told, though it did look a bit like a muppet next to it.
Mica was twelve now and no bloody artist, and David almost fourteen. A large gap with the four year old Aurora, but she had watched Ianto's boys and seen the comradery, despite the age differences and been sure that this would work.
Teenage hormones aside, she was looking forward to watching her family evolve, hoping it might be more like Ianto's.
A knock on the door had her turning slowly, learnt that one the hard way and she smiled as Mica looked around as she entered.
"Uncle Ianto is a champion" she grinned and Rhia reached out to catch a blond ringlet.
"He certainly is" she answered absently.
"Did you see what the boys chose for the wee man?" she giggled and Rhia laughed softly.
In the corner of the room, almost blending into the blue wall was a blue teddy, only the white ribbon around its neck making it stand out.
Well, that and the fact it was almost as large as Babbit who had carried it with loud puffs of effort.
So sweet.
