21

Ianto stood at the counter with his basket listening as Manny argued with his wife then swung to roll his eyes "I swear to god mon, she get snappier every day!"

"Well … tie a knot in it and give the poor woman a year or two without a baby in the belly and she might be happier" Ianto quipped, her laughter booming as she agreed, coming to lean on the counter and look at Ianto with interest.

"Speaking of babies … what's this order your Tonny made yesterday" she demanded "He was all weirdly furtive about it, wanting purple wool for the 'Biddy Bin' as he calls it!"

Ianto noted "We had agreed that this week I will start sharing. Seems he is trying not to jump the gun but with the paperwork finalised and the phone call this morning to confirm it's all gone through … I now feel comfortable calling him a Harkness-Jones."

Manny looked at Ianto with confusion but his wife gasped and flapped her hands as she looked at his chest "I knew it! You got one in there?"

Ianto opened the coat to reveal Hawk who was pouting at them with annoyance at the sudden light and Ianto crooned to soothe "He likes the dark still, so prem that he likes it this way. My heartbeat and a warm dark place, like a womb."

"Oh my god!" Manny sighed softly "He's so cute!"

"Ton has decided that purple is his colour, hence the wool order. He wants his Biddy Bunch to have plenty for all those little outfits this growing lad will … good morning Nester. Angela and Andromeda. Hi."

He was manhandled away from the counter as the little old ladies showed amazing strength, seizing the child from him and he flopped back to the counter "Help. I've been mugged."

"Want me to call the Heddlu?"

"Nah" Ianto screwed his face up, "They will be more scared of them than we are once they see their old teachers and such still alive."

"I would lamp you for that if not for the perfect little one you have here!" Nester crooned "Just be lucky. Share or suffer the consequences!"

Ianto laughed as the hand sanitizer was passed around followed by soft squeal as everyone had a rare cuddle, something Ton would have NEVER allowed had he been there and more than one hissed it as they felt like naughty children. They vowed not to tell and giggled softly as they pinky swore.

Hawk slept though the entire thing.

Yes.

Measuring tapes were produced from pockets.