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Chrys rolled her eyes as John rushed off to help with the cake and turned to see their son walking along in a tutu and leotards.

"Oh god. Harley … what the …."

Monkey posed for his mother, his hands on his hips and his cheeks sucked in "Do I look dapper mama? Look … a black one. Black is my colour."

Then he was gone, other tutu children rushing to join in. Also … one dressed as Darth Vader and two vampires. She wondered what next.

Ianto let them play, ore focused on his Best Boy who was clearly nervous.

"Bu you will come tomorrow" Ton repeated.

"Yes. You go back with Marv today and tomorrow we will come. You will have the night alone at the Lake House with your queen. Just the two of you. The food is already there in the fridge, everything is ready. You just have to use the microwave, you know how to do that. Like any other grown up couple, you can have a night off from everything. Tomorrow Daddy and I will drive up with the beasts and you will both be there waiting for us." Ianto soothed "A honeymoon is a serious thing. It means you are both adults and both together. You need alone time."

"Yes. Yes I know but …" Ton wrung his hands "will you be OK without a good morning cuddle?"

"I know I will wake up and miss you a little, but I will see you and you can cuddle me then to make up for it. Give me something exciting to look forward to while we drive there. I will be so excited o see you and I know the cuddle will be the best" Ianto assured him "and besides. Good morning cuddles belong to Angel first. Then me. I am big enough to accept that. I know cuddles will always happen and you taught Hawk well, I know he will do his best to help with that."

Ton nodded then lit up "We can watch anything we want, we have our DVDs."

"Awesome" Ianto agreed, glad the illusion of these two being on their own was helping with Ton's desire to be treated as an adult. Of course the place was wired up the wazoo by a very clever Aunty Tosh and Ianto would be watching everything via CCTV feed … no not the bedroom … and Marv was only a phone call away if Ton seemed lost. But Ianto knew he would be fine.

A Harkness-Jones.

Gods, his son was a man.