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"This brings up another fly in the ointment" Art said as he leaned back and watched Babs apply lip gloss.

Ianto knew there was a reason for the lawyer's visit and hoped it wasn't bad news, the face told him it probably was.

"The Hartmans have been making waves" he sighed, "Small at the moment and I've been managing to stave them off but they are threatening to out Babs."

"Why?" Babs was curious, not upset and he smiled at her affectionately.

"They want money honey" he explained, "They want to sell you story and make money."

Babs screwed her nose up and then shrugged, "I'm not that interesting Uncle Art."

"What do you recommend we do?" Eugene leaned over to take the lip gloss and handed her eye shadow instead, earning a winning smile.

"Well, if they do this, so soon after the Quinn thing, it could damage the studio" Art said softly, "They could get quite a pretty penny."

"We are not paying them a bloody thing!" Ianto hissed.

"What if I tell first?" Babs asked as she checked her profile in the small compact mirror.

"What?"

"If I tell first, then they are buggered, sorry Taddy, stuffed" Babs asked, "Do I look pretty?"

"Gorgeous" Art said warmly, "It might work. Say it's a solidarity thing, it might help Quinn as well."

Babbit's head rose as she imperiously regarded her men.

After a few moments she nodded, "Make it so!"

Art snorted at the imp's moxie, something he had always admired and he assured them that he would have something organized by the end of the week.

Something big.

The studio had accepted it, even paid for the flights as they declared their intention to stand by their talent.

Walter was so excited, his first time on a plane and the cabin crew took him to the cockpit as soon as they were in flight to meet the pilot, apparently a huge fan.

Babbit was nervous and kept adjusting herself, checking in the little mirror and asking Ianto repeatedly if he had packed certain things.

"I just want to look pretty" she whispered.

"You are pretty" Ianto assured her, "If you turned up in Daddy's Speedos you would still be gorgeous."

"Ew" Babs giggled, "That's …ew. I don't know how he gets them off."

Ianto giggled as he patted her hand and then a little girl approached and asked for an autograph as Babs lit up, sliding out to hug and talk animatedly as the mother took photos with glee.

Ianto rang to see how Ton was and Stephen gave him a blow by blow of John's attempts to get him dressed, Ianto laughing as he sent his love to their oldest and promising something special for his work in helping with Ton. John had declined coming in case it was obvious that he was the father, not wanting to muddy the water.

Eugene was meeting them there, having flown out first and the airport was packed, Babs immediately clinging to Jack who cradled her in his arms as Walter walked like the star he was, turning for the photographers and giving his winning smile.

The penthouse at the hotel was gorgeous and Ianto cuddled with Babs while Walter begged Jack to show him around his neck of the world and soon they were both heading out with matching sunglasses.

America was about to be rocked by the Walter, Ianto hoped it was ready.

They returned in time for Tea and Ianto roused the sleepy little girl, all of them enjoying the menu as much as ordering while looking at the pretty food.

Walter insisted on photos, unable to believe that the roses were radishes until Ianto ate one.

Ianto knew Babs and Walt wouldn't settle so he let them in the big bed with him and Jack, watching cable until they drifted off.

A big day tomorrow.