7

Bonnie had arrived and was upstairs with Ianto going over the baby things, still nether of them saying anything about it directly. You do not ring the bell too early.

"Well when I have a nursery these will be perfect" she said softly, hugging Ianto with glee.

"Yes. When that time comes" he said, and then squeezed her back.

"I hear that Jack loves his office, he was gushing about it to Gray and Paul like you got him new shoes!" she said as she ran her hands over the little Moses basket.

"I was thinking… you guys want to come over Saturday night? Spend the night?" Ianto asked surprising himself as much as her.

"What? No… no need. I am not drinking ya know" she laughed.

"I know but… I have the spare room with the big bed for you and Gray… the other one with the twin beds so Paul can have his own room. I just think … a nice evening with us all here, some late night talk around the camp fire kind of thing. It is nice when you guys are here, I do like entertaining. Didn't know that I would but… yeah. I liked fussing over others so … what do you say?" Ianto was now almost insinuating and Bonnie was surprised to find his hand on her arm "Please? Saturday night? Here with us?"

"OK" she said as she covered his hand with her own. Maybe he needed something or wanted to ask something. Whatever it was, he seemed almost frantic and she saw the relief on his face.

Ianto honestly could not explain it.

He had no idea why.

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"Babe?" Jack called out, leaning back as he pushed his chair to roll back into the doorway of his office that he was now calling his 'studio' "coffee?"

Ianto had his supportive smile plastered on as he approached with the huge travel mug full of coffee Jack was also enjoying these days as he tried to act like a serious writer. Clearly, Jack was hoping that if he looked the part, it might come to him.

"I invited Paul and the newlyweds back Saturday night, offered that they stay over so we can have a nice late night and maybe you can do that big breakfast thing you like to do" Ianto said as he placed the mug down, followed by a plate of biscuits.

"Really? Cool. I mean… if the creative juices are not flowing" Jack said like that might actually be a problem.

"Well… I am sure Stephen King too the occasional night off to let his mind settle. Sometimes mulling things over before you write can help you see plot holes so you are not going back to fix them so much" Ianto patted Jack's shoulder and Jack hummed.

"Maybe Tiger" Jack finally said as he swung in the chair.

Ianto left him to it, taking Rye outside before the heat of the day chased them in… and the hay tractor came to turn the drying grass thus blasting the house with grass seed and dust.

"Sparrow!"

"Hey ho!" the boy said as he looked up from the horse he was patting mildly "This one has a wild streak to him today. Chased me!"

"Yeah, both of them are racing about with their tails up like flags" Ianto agreed "the wind is picking up. Makes them wild."

"Yep" Sparrow nodded, then crouched to address his little nephew "Hey Ho Rye."

"Hey Ho Sparrah!"

Sparrow was chuffed as he cuddled the child and then he rose and motioned towards the pagoda out in the field "The thresher thing came close to your roses so some of the men have placed branches around it to protect it a bit."

Ianto looked over and squinted, seeing some large tree branches laid as a barrier and nodded "thank them for me. I had not noticed that. We don't want paint chipped."

"There be a storm coming" the boy then said calmly and Ianto nodded.

"Yes, I smell that too. Light but will build. I see a shitty weekend ahead." Ianto said and the boy grunted, used to crass talk as he was considered a man in his tribe, yanking up his britches' as he looked over at the little boy in the sandpit.

"You keep 'im safe."

"Yes sweetie, I shall." Ianto assured him, patting his back as he asked if he wanted to have some lemonade.

"Don't mind if I do."

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Ianto was moving things about, making room for the weekend guests. He moved some of Rhiannon's things up to the attic, along with a few other things without really thinking about it. Seemed a natural thing to do.

He was sure the weekend was going to be eventful.

He could feel it in his waters.