Figured it was time 'The Reason' got explained.

Enjoy!

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She hummed to herself as she set everything aside. Some part of her knowing Ianto had followed, but not paying attention to the fact. She stepped carefully into the warm water. The spray drenching her before he made his presence known. Amaria had expected something different from him. What she got, was like, a sledge hammer to the wall of her, carefully built, control.

His fingertips slipped up her sides and his arms wrapped around, so they rested on her stomach. "You're handling this remarkably well you know." Ianto mused, his nose nudging into her shoulder. "You never have to hide from us, we're not him. You're not alone anymore." He stated, placing a gentle kiss on her skin.

The truth in his statement shocked her. Her past hit her all at once and she gasped. How could they know? They didn't and she knew, knew she would have to tell them. Not just about her inheritance either. They were going to get, a whole different picture, of someone they thought they knew. Oh God she was done for. Why couldn't he have just fucked her, like she had expected him to? He snuffled at her neck and she prayed this would be the right move.

She was reminded of when they'd first kissed. How he'd nuzzled, his dichotomy of a cuddly teddy bear and a fierce Tiger protecting his Pride, his family. She leaned back into his chest. He was weaker now, perhaps in body, but she knew his will was strong. Amaria would trust, let herself fall apart, she could only hope they'd be there to pick up the pieces. That Landon had been wrong. He was already trying to kill her, so what the hell right? Now he was nosing her hair. Kissing her scalp as the water rushed around them.

Her eyes fluttered closed and a tear trickled out beneath the lid. He started to sway them back and forth. "Come on Momma Kitty, into the tub." Ianto cooed, knowing they couldn't stay upright much longer. She let him lead her, mutely. His hand snaking out to turn off the shower.

He kissed and nuzzled as she curled into his hold. "It's just too much." Amaria sobbed, then added weakly. "I'm not ready…" She had buried the past so well and now…

"You are going to make such a great mom." Ianto cooed; thinking that was what she was upset about.

She started to shake her head. "Not that…well yes that, but…" She cried, "I shouldn't have… You didn't ask…I didn't tell… Then the babies and he was back. I'd forgot and I've… I lied to you…I… I've been lying… sort of and… ugh it's too much." Her face jammed up in the crook of his shoulder. Her own shoulders shaking with silent sobs. The younger man was gob smacked; doing his best to make sense of the ranting. Her breathing had picked up and she started to mumble incoherently. She hadn't suffered a flashback in years, never with the boys. Ianto, unable to see her face, just assumed she was still crying.

For several minutes they didn't talk. It was only when she stopped moving and making any sort of sound. That he realized he was going to need his husbands help. She was still silent as he soaped up and rinsed the both of them. She stood on a fluffy rug, dazed with a far off, almost glazed look in her eyes. He quickly toweled them off and threw the robe around her. She would follow him and she seemed to understand basic commands, but she wasn't talking. It was beginning to scare the shit out of him. Flash backs of his Mam in Providence Park making him want to scream at her to snap the fuck out of it already.

~RWC~

"Jack!? JAACK!?" Ianto yelped and continued to yelp; till his husband popped into the hallway.

"What is it!? What happened!? Amaria ok? The babies?"

"Fine Jack, It's all fine just…" The younger man sighed; knowing how ridiculous this was going to sound. "Amaria's catatonic and I can't snap her out of it!"

"Good one Yan, speaking of. Where is she?" Jack asked with a chuckle.

"Resting on the couch. See for yourself, I need to see if I can keep my Dad's away for a day or two." Ianto grumbled as he walked past; trying not to show how worried and freaked out he really was.

The older man just shook his head with a grin. "Mamma Kitty not feeling well?" Jack simpered at the bundle on the couch. No response. "Amaria? Hey, you ok?" Again no response; now Jack was getting worried. He pulled her into his lap. She went easily enough, barely a blink to register the movement.

Inside her head she was screaming with anger and fear. Outside, there wasn't so much as a grunt.

To Be Cont...

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Gah, I know evil cliff. I am working on part two, I promise!