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Walter enjoyed Babbit's water gun, Stephen's book and he was touched when Ton helped him open the present that Taddy had sworn was from him, finding a set of coloring pencils with his name on them.
He politely thanked his siblings and waited for what he knew was the Real Gift.
It was Daddy who handed it over, Taddy busy with a fussing baby who wanted the wrapping paper back.
He ripped at the paper, enthused by the large box and knew he was looking a bit retarded when he just sat staring but …oh …my …god …. A camera.
Not just a camera, a Nikon.
Like reporters use, like professionals use.
Extras and the coolest carry bag so he could have it around his neck were in the box, as well as instruction books and a cleaning kit.
The camera was black, shiny and looked awesome.
It even had his name engraved on it.
Walter ran his fingers over the name plate and felt himself blinking back tears, a huge lump preventing him from speaking as he looked up at his Taddy.
Ianto had placed Ton on the floor, allowing him access to the paper and ribbons. He now sat with his hands clasped looking worried.
Oh Taddy!" Walter burst into tears, placing the camera aside and running into his arms, "Oh Taddy, how wonderful!"
Jack relaxed and Babbit muttered, "Drama princess."
Stephen peeked at the camera and whistled, "Wow. A real one!"
Jack smiled as Ianto engulfed their son who was openly crying as he clung to his Tad.
"Taddy even went to night classes to learn all about it, has one as well so you can go and do some camera shoots together."
Walter finally looked at Jack, then transferred laps, kissing Jack as he thanked him for the gift.
"Well, Taddy thought of it and he chose it and everything. I just get to add my name. Taddy if the Gift King!" Jack laughed.
"I really love it!" Walter gushed, pulling the camera out and examining it.
"I already set it for you" Taddy said, pointing out a button to push.
Walter was excited as it powered up and gasped as the first picture came up.
The opening screen was Lisa, holding her old Nikon as she took a shot of a robin in the snow up close. Probably on the mountain behind them.
Walter hugged it to his chest as he struggled with his emotions.
"I have the family lap-top set as well, you just plug and go. Also remote printing, I'll show you. God, your mum would have loved Bluetooth" Ianto laughed and Walter could only nod.
His mum was a photographer.
And now he was too.
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It has been pointed out to me that I am not writing a true account of Cardiff. Sorry if my AU is painted with a broad brush but I am getting a headache from the idea that I am being sarcastic or up myself with my choice of setting. Check out comments on Walter 1 Chap 9 in A03. If I offend anyone with MY Cardiff I am sorry, I do not write it that way to be offensive or superior. It makes me not want to write at all when I find I have gotten something so wrong that someone feels the need to correct me in my interpretation my own fictional world.
