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They got home before the rain, Jack eagerly racing his gifts inside as Hawk swing about on the bar of the cart, telling Ianto that he wanted a motorbike next. "One of those three wheel things."
"Well, that is a talk between you and your Dad" Ianto said as he stood and stretched after the ride home "But I think that will have to wait until you are bigger. They don't make them your size I think. You know… Daddy might get you a cool cart of far little horse to pull. Imagine, a miniature horse pulling a little cart for you? Full of black fluffs of doom?"
Hawk gasped theatrically as he stalled out, his hands starting to jazz out as he ran screaming for his father and Ianto sniggered to himself knowing Jack would love the idea even as the realization that yet another horse would join the growing menagerie would make him grumble.
Ianto put the cart away under cover, then went inside to find Jack half way tough making toast for their son who apparently was hungry again, even after all that cake and munchies? God, hollow legs there. They were talking horses and carts. Ah. Good, Jack was enthused,
Ianto wandered past and opened the fridge to start pulling things about, making room for the cake his son had carried home with glee. Jacks birthday cake. Also, Hawk's favourite flavour. Seems that lately Jack only wants chocolate cake, not the red velvet he used to ask for and Ianto finds that so sweet.
"You tired love? Wanna snuggle for a little while?" Jack asked and Ianto smiled as he tined to answer only to find Jack holding their son in his arms as the little boy clung to him with those sleepy eyes of a tired toddler.
"Just when I think I can't love you any more" Ianto said softly as he stepped over to kiss Jack "Go on. Snuggle on the daybed and once I've been to the loo I will join you both."
"Ah… Just when I think I can't love you any more" Jack whispered back, winking as he swaggered off with Hawk starting to wilt in his arms.
Ianto knew he was so damned lucky.
Every day.