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They arrived home and Ianto wanted to stay, to comfort but she wanted space so he knelt by her chair and took her hand, "Anything you need?"
"My babies to get both born whole" she snorted, her anger flaring, "Look at you with your perfect children and your prefect life!"
"What?" Ianto blinked with confusion, "Chrys, I just want to help, I only ever want to help, I love you."
"Right, right" she snorted, "I have real problems. My baby is dead, how the hell do I so this?"
"With us by your side" Ianto said softly, "You have to weather the storm, the seas might be choppy but…"
"You know what? If you give me another fucking metaphor I will scream" she snarled, "You have no fucking idea how this feels. Your twin died and you didn't boo hoo. You never met him, never knew him. Didn't even know it had happened, much as this little girl will be. I know. I know. My flesh is torn. Mine!"
"Chrys…" Ianto reached for her and she swung, catching him on the shoulder and he stumbled back with a bark of shock, echoed by Imp as he stood in the doorway of the house with Monkey whose eyes had grown impossibly large on his wee face. They had escaped when they saw the SUV come home and Jack was looking for them in the garden with a look of confusion as he had been covering the roses and not paying attention.
"You are in shock and you are grieving" Ianto said slowly, "For that reason and that reason alone I will give you a pass on that but…you …"
Ianto turned and gathered his little boy up, "Come on boss, let's go home."
Imp watched over his Taddy's shoulder as Chrys brought her hand up to her mouth with open horror as she replayed what had just happened and Monkey looked between her and the retreating man, then hurried after him.
John passed them as he headed up the path with their groceries they had purchased before the scan, "Ianto?"
"She needs you not me" Ianto monotoned as he pushed past, followed by a wide eyed Monkey. John turned to watch Ianto walk far too fast over the field and he looked back at his house.
What had happened?
Whatever he had missed, he had some idea it was not good.
