Walter 14 - Ianto's Clan

by Awatere11

Walter is 17, the others as grown-up as him and they are flying the nest. Ianto is watching his retirement loom like the bloody grim reaper and he wonders if a mid-life crisis should be right about now. Shame because there is no time for one as the Gods do their usual shyte. At least there is Jack, his comfort helps. I Love my crumbly xx Don't like don't read Smut comedy lovexx

14. Chapter 14

14

Jack was manning the phone as Ianto wraithed through the room to find Ton waiting for his food.

Of course.

The show must go on.

Ianto made spaghetti and placed it down with the toast under it, the way Ton liked it and he sat to watch Ton inhale his food like a machine. Jack poked at his with a fork as he spoke and his eyes shifted to Ianto as he motioned, did he want to talk to them?

Ianto shook his head and rose to check the baby, then watched Idris roar into the driveway and explode from the vehicle leaving Gene to get their wee girl out, her screams of glee loud.

"Christ, she is louder than ever" Idris said as he entered and toed off his shoes, "Started from the round-a-bout. Toto?"

"Here"

Ianto allowed the crushing hug and took some comfort as Idris handed him off to Gene who held his brother more gently, their love flowing as they held each other for a while with Neve between them.

"What is it with you and death?" Gene whispered after a while.

"I've already been in touch with George, Ifan is staying here" Ianto replied as he pulled back and smiled weakly as he took his neice, "What is it with me and child gathering, eh"

Jack had finished his call and sat back to watch Ianto pull himself together and start making coffee. Manny came in and started unpacking groceries and a lovely loaf his wife had made, some slices and then the baking really started.

Ianto's face showed his despair as yet another state of mourning began in his home. Neve had calmed down once she had her cuddles and Ianto was reminded of Aurora and her need for cuddles. Another lost love. Gods, how maudlin. Ianto found comfort in the little arms hugging him tightly as she babbled way about the ride over, her eyes wide as she asked where her favourite person was, Ton roaring in to seize her and run off with her under his arm like a sack of potatoes as she squealed with glee, dogs following.

"I need more things for Ifan" he suddenly said as he rose and headed out the door, Jack wanting to follow but knowing why he couldn't. Not now.

Ianto stood in the cosy wee house and looked around, his mind calculating the time and effort needed to pack all this up, fold this love away and consign more people to the remembrance table.

Ianto sat in his chair and started to cry, deep jagged wails as he looked at the spot where the birthing pool had leaked into the stained wood floor and forever marked it.

Ifan was born here.

Ianto had known good friends here, had revelled in their lives and had even talked with them about the possibility of more children.

Damn it.

The Gods were fickle bastards.

Ianto hated them all.