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Ianto was watching him sleep, his little eyelashes fluttering against his rosy cheeks as Mamma Bets placed some toast down for Babbit.
"And the other two children?" she asked as she accepted the sleeping baby so Ianto could eat with his son.
"Jack comes up tonight" Ianto smiled, "the boys finish school and that's the school out for the holidays."
"Oh, it will be lovely to have them all here for longer than just the weekend." She enthused as she watched the little mouth pout on the tot.
"Are you sure they have it right?" she asked softly, "He seems so … perfect."
Ianto sighed and nodded, his smile fading as he watched little eyes blinking awake.
Ton looked around until he found his uncle and grinned.
"You are perfect, aren't you" he agreed.
Jack arrived with the kids and they settled into the weekend.
Ianto had spoken to Rhia on the phone and learnt that they were having a great time, David had burnt a tent down and Gray had fallen into a briar patch chasing Aurora.
They would be back tomorrow to collect the baby.
Jack was sitting in the garden of their cottage, nursing the baby as he scented the roses on the early evening air. He watched the little face while Ton looked at the colourful blooms as they nodded in the light breeze.
"You like those, don't you" Jack said softly and a little face turned to him with a grin.
"They say he may never talk" Ianto said as he stepped through the back door, "I believe encouragement is the best way to go. If we just act like he will do it, then he will!"
"You been researching again babe?" Jack asked softly and Ianto poked out his tongue.
"I wonder though" Ianto sat on the arm of the old cane chair and leaned across Jack's shoulders in a loving hug, "I wonder how much he actually takes in."
"More than we give him credit for" Jack answered, "He heard your voice and lit up like a Christmas tree."
"Hey there little butter ball!" Ianto crooned as he watched the face light up again.
"Funny, such a little fatty. Our Babbit was so small and thin, so hard to clothe. Everything fell off him. Look at this one, such a bonny lad. Such small hands and fingers, so pretty aren't you" Ianto grinned down at his nephew.
"He'll need a new stretchy at this rate" Jack laughed as he pulled back the blanket to show how the stretch-n-grow onesie was straining.
"She shouldn't have got him one with feet, it would have lasted longer with a good pair of socks" Ianto shook his head, "This way she's re-clothing him every week just about!"
"Only four weeks old and already in a 2 or 3 month old size by the look of this poor onesie" Ianto grinned as he tickled the belly for a giggle.
"Yeah, gonna be tall. He's not even double zeros anymore. It's a wonder he's not just rolling around naked!" Jack huffed. "He'll swim in it sleeve length wise but obviously needs it for the length."
Ianto threw his head back and roared with laughter, the image of a naked little Juba the Hut too good to disregard.
That would make for a great photo moment.