10

Bobby was laughing as she accepted her son, kissing his wee face and then leaning over to kiss Ton who smiled sweetly as he told her Impy hadn't shat anywhere and had been a good baby.

"Ton" Ianto scolded, "Good lord!"

"Still the word of the day then?" Charlie chortled from her chair as Ianto rolled his eyes.

"Some days I could brain Owen" he assured her, "Every time he comes to visit Ton gets a new word to needle me with. This one has been three days already. Gods."

"I can't wait for Impy to be a little trouble maker" Bobby said softly, her hands stroking the soft curls as her son slumbered against her chest, Ianto's little pout in full effect on his face.

"With us for family it probably won't be long" Ton warned her with a serious look and a wagging finger, "All pirates us, just ask Babs. She'll tell you. Pirates."

Charlie giggled softly and held her arms out, Ton shuffling over for a cuddle as she whispered to him that he was the worst pirate of all and his wriggle of glee made Ianto's' heart melt. That Ton liked Imp was a huge thing for him, a delight he couldn't describe and although he would never admit it, if Ton had rejected the baby Ianto would have been loyal. He would have measured each small moment with him with excruciating pain and then left him behind each time to follow his best boy.

Ton is first.

"Ifan, are you filling your nappy?" Charlie whispered, "Oh my god. Ton, he is doing it."

"Oh Goddess in a Roller coaster" Ton craned his neck to see the little face turning red as the baby grunted with his eyes narrowed. "Looks that way aunty. He's shat himself for sure. Put that in the book!"

Now everyone had the giggles as Ton pointed at the Baby Care Book wanting them to document the bowel movement. Ianto picking it up and pretending to write with aplomb, "Today Ifan Marcus moved his bowels at….time?"

Ton swung to examine the clock on the wall "Ah…Little hand on three, big one on the nine. Nine is a quarter, right? Quarter to. So….quarter to three?"

"Well done" Ianto nodded, his heart bursting with pride as his son got it right, "Today Ifan Marcus moved his bowels as quarter to three as witnesses by his parentals and….."

"The Toninator"

Ianto looked over the glasses on the edge of his nose and Charlie motioned at Ianto, who shrugged and actually wrote the entry, now something they would look back at with fondness... "And the Toninator."

Ton leaned over to watch the baby as he relaxed, job done.

"You know, one day you will use the throne room and when you do you have to remember stuff. I will help you with that, I'm your brother you know. I know how to take a dump all by myself but Tad says I shat myself at your age too so no shame mate. No shame."

Ianto covered his face with the book as he struggled not to laugh and the women both awwwed at Ton with delight.

Seems Imp was growing on him.