26

"So, how long have you been together?" Grandpa man asked, Gordon to the Grups.

"Gods, babe?" Jack looked at Ianto and screwed his face up "fourteen … er… fifteen?"

"Yes Cariad, fifteen years together" Ianto gushed happily, "We each have a child from before we met, then we adopted a little prem baby. Ton here happened because my sister met his brother and fell in love. An accident took them but we still have Ton, our precious sunshine, Ifan is mine. I was a sperm donor to friends and when we lost them we found that they had left him to us to raise. So, five children. Lots of love."

"Well, you certainly have your work cut out, the other three older then?" another asked, Gordon's wife Wendy.

"Yes, nineteen, eighteen and about to be fifteen is our only daughter." Jack said with pride, "Wonderful kids."

"Well, nice age gap for these two to get your attention" Wendy smiled, "We have three, about five years between the oldest and youngest, I sometimes think they needed more space."

"The boys love their little sister something fierce and she runs the both of them ragged with her pouts, believe me" Jack laughed, "Walt and Fen didn't know each other at first, but have bonded. Maybe it's the DNA my blood loving his blood, ya know? Even our kids click."

"Oh stop it!" Ianto scolded lovingly as he held Imp, letting him stand in his thighs and look over his shoulder at the restaurant beyond, hooting at whoever might wave.

"He not too heavy love?" Jack asked, the cast coming off when they got back, "Watch he doesn't do that mad throw back thing."

"I think he's over that" Ianto replied, "lost it's fun factor when Idris dropped him."

"I don't think poor Idris will ever get over that, no matter how much we explain that babies get dropped sometimes. It doesn't make you a monster" Jack sighed.

"Yes, actually he is getting a bit heavy, wanna scoop and run?" Ianto asked, "He can see something he wants to touch."

"Oh, do ya?" Jack crooned, rising to scoop the little one up and walk to where the finger was pointing, the hooting increasing as they got closer to the ice sculpture.

Imp cooed with bug eyes, his hands going wide as he looked at the dolphin, wanting to touch so Jack asked the waiter who nodded, "Gonna melt by tomorrow."

Jack held the title boy out, hands stroking with open glee as he told the dolphin all sort of rubbish then Jack caught it again.

"Pop pop, yeash!"

Apparently the dolphin now knew about the farting in Daddy's face too.

Jack could only grin with pride.