The Lake House Retreat - Walter 29

by Awatere11

The Lake House is like a silent character in the Water Verse so let's see what happens each time the house is full of life, this instalment of Walter Verse being about the times Ianto and others are enjoying time away from the village.

7. Chapter 7

7

"I don't' care, that is what is happening" Jack declared as he carried Ianto into the Lake House, "we will stay here all fucking week and no excuses!"

"But.. the interviews…" Ianto sighed weakly.

"No." Jack was more than stern, he wss pissed. The interview at the TV studios for the anniversary of the bombing had been upsetting for all concerned, only seeing sweet Rory had been worth it. Then as Ianto had exited the recording area he had tripped over some loose wires and fallen.

Walter had been the first to kick up merry hell, sighting some sort of studio code that only those in the business know of and making the studio clamber for damage control. By now the entire world knew not to piss off the Hollywood star and Walter was quite formidable. Jack was really quite proud of his boy. He left Walter to it. Jack did not care for their problems, all he cared about was the pain Ianto was in as his back was wrenched in a way that was not really a good idea.

"We are going to celebrate my birthday here, Valentine's Day. Everyone is coming to the lake, we will see the kids, the grandkids… have a birthday party for the twins… it will be fucking great" Jack snarled as he reached the day bed their little one usually snoozed on and carefully placed his husband down.

Ianto sighed as he felt the bite, and then tried to relax as he knew Jack was upset. And he was right. A little break might be nice. It was the first Christmas without his Taddy, it had been hard. He had battled through it like he did everything but really … he did need a break. Their own wedding anniversary forgotten in all the bluster and things as well …. They needed this.

Hawk barrelled past with Fang in his arms, the cat now a huge fluffy ball of black doom with those green eyes boring into you. Hawk loved his little kitty so much, of all the animals he loved his Fang Face even more than Jill who was sure that was just an oversight.

And then Ianto thought of another plus he hadn't considered before.

No goats.

Babs had decided she would care for them and Ianto knew she would be sorry about that claim of 'no problems' as he sighed and sank into the bedding some more, then a distant splash followed by a "Fang!" had Jack running for the railing.

Good thing that cat can swim.

No escape little one … we are on home detention for the foreseeable!