7
Ianto was hanging up his coat when he saw the envelope peeking out of the pocket and he yanked it out and opened it expecting to find money inside. The sheet of paper was thick and expensive. It also smelt of him.
Ianto knew because he sniffed it.
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Ianto
I do not have the words to express my horror and sorrow for what has happened.
My mother had all but disowned me, only the fact I own the Ranch forcing her to acknowledge me at all. Coming out as gay to her was considered an rebellious act, finding my trust fund cut off not as surprising as they thought it would be.
I have survived.
When I turned 25 and inherited, despite her attempts to block it I immediately used my money to distance myself more.
Please believe that I want the best for my brother's child. Your sister's child. I will do all I can to support you and your ward. I only want to help.
Please forgive me for my moment of shock before I took my mother to task, believe that I did and shall continue to buffer her as much as I can.
I hope we can find a friendship in all of this madness and this child can know nothing but love and acceptance.
Jack.
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Ianto read it several times as he tried to understand and accept the truth in the words. Ianto knew he was sincere, honest and a good man despite his heritage. Ianto found himself smiling as he looked at the signature. Strong and confident with a large swipe underneath for emphasis.
Despite himself, he was starting to like this man.
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"Bunny!" Jack was carrying roses, blood red and covered with glitter.
"Oh my!" the other queens crowed as she rose to accept them, her cheeks burning with embarrassment.
"Thank you" Jack leaned over to kiss her hand, "Thank you so much my Angel."
She curtsied as she smiled at him, glad things were looking up.
The night was a success, Bunny winning the Karaoke competition as the queens all hollered with glee and she did an encore, her Bridge Over Troubled Waters haunting.
She came back to the table full of exuberance and that her hand clutching the prize money.
"Bunny, that was incredible" Jack said with awe, "How long have you been singing?"
"Since I realised it made me feel special" she replied, "I was shy. Nervous as a wee boy, singing gave me strength. I love to sing. Don't do it much anymore but I really needed the pick-me-up."
"Me too" Jack assured her. "After a shitty week that was wonderful"
She laughed prettily, throwing her head back and Jack found himself smiling as she looked so damned fine.
"I am glad you sorted things out" she patted his hand, "Tiger, life is too short to sweat the small stuff, take it from someone who knows."
Jack felt that he had passed some test as the other queens closed in, laughing and touching him as they all welcomed him into their inner circle, then Bunny made his evening as she growled, "Oi! This Tiger is mine! Hands off bitches!"
Jack felt himself grinning as Bunny clutched him to her breasts and he couldn't believe they were not real, wondering if they were implants but then she kissed him as they hooted, poking her tongue at them.
Jack was floating.
So why was he thinking about Ianto?
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Ianto sighed as he slid into the bed, well the sofa but there was a bed on it.
Tomorrow he was going to look for somewhere more permanent. The doctors had said it could be as much as another four or five months maybe even more, given the pregnancy and then the baby being born premature. Even then, there were no promises as to the baby's health when it gets here.
Tomorrow was the scan.
Tomorrow he would learn if he was to raise a girl or boy.
He found that he didn't care as long as the doctor said it was healthy.
Please gods, be healthy.
Ianto didn't know if he could handle loosing the baby as well.
Gods he drank too much tonight but Charlie was right.
He needed to live too.
As he drifted off he had one final thought whispered in the back of his mind.
Would Jack be there? Would he invite him to this?
How could he not.
