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Sam was standing in the room looking at the crib with glee, her hands clasped together, "Are you sure?"
"Yeah, Jazzy has been out of it for a while now and the last one for a few years. John and I agreed that with her toddling we are going to die if another one has to join these two monsters" Chrys laughed as Jazzy squealed and reached up in vain for the top of the dresser her mother had already shoved things back on when they had entered the room.
"Wow, baby proofing, I'll get Tad onto that" Sam said softly, "I bet he has all sorts of gadgets and things."
"Oh honey, you have no idea what he call pull out of his arse when it comes to a baby" Chrys laughed, "Living with him while pregnant was such a wonderful thing, Monkey born into a world of beauty. Even now that we live apart, I still feel anywhere he resides is home, so do the children. I am a little jealous."
"I heard that you had a scare with Monk"
"Yeah, he stopped breathing in the night and I thought he was gone but Ianto was there, mouth to mouth and gentle CPR that I barely remember through my panicking. He saved him, got this crib with the built in sensors and things, only right it goes to you now, another of his little ones to lay in it."
"Listen to us, like a harem producing his sweetlings" Sam giggled softly, "feels like it with Fen gone too."
"How much longer before he can sign off and get his civilian papers?" Chrys asked as she watched Sam run her fingers over the crib.
"Another four months, I am so scared he will miss the birth" she sighed, "We really didn't think it through with this, we should have been more careful but really … selfish as it may seem….I really wanted a baby. I was secretly hoping when I was late ya know?"
"I am sure Ianto was doing some sort of magical dance in the moonlight naked when we were not looking too" Chrys snorted with amusement at the thought, "he wants babies so much, the idea of grandbabies has him insane."
"Lovely isn't he?" Sam agreed.
"The best and don't be fooled by the Captain's rolling eyes. He will be bad too, a lot of times they will tag team to steal it from your breast if they can" Chrys warned as they giggled and shared in the excitement of the coming birth.
Sam didn't worry about Ianto stealing her child, she would strap it to him herself if it meant it grew as wonderfully as his had.
A Harkness-Jones.
Perfect.
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Shooting cuffs... the cuff of a shirt, when pulled from the sleve of the jacket with a soft shrug of the shoulders is called shooting it.
It has long been a precept among tailors and several guides to good dressing today continue to repeat the opinion that a properly dressed man should allow about a quarter to half an inch of shirt cuff to peep out of his jacket sleeves, just enough to show his cufflinks. To shoot one's cuffs is to achieve this desirable state of dress. Since one way to do it is to jerk the shoulders and arms so that the cuffs pop into view, shooting them is a good name for it, in the verb's sense of "causing something to move suddenly and rapidly in a particular direction".
As a gesture, it can mean several things but with Ianto it is often a mark of displaced emotion, especially nervousness.
It is the mark of a Gentleman, Ianto is definately one of those.