13
The sun had come out the next day, the buzzing of bees and the faint splashing of fish as Ianto sat on the deck was tempered with the groaning as the dog raked at her ear. Great. Probably grass seed or something.
Ianto lifted the little dreads around her face to check and found what he suspected was a bee sting. Right. Stupid dog. Ianto sighed as he rose to get some soothing gel for the sting. He returned and the dog settled with relief from the itch.
Jack was in the bot out on the lake, the little boy out there laughing as they enjoyed the quiet of the lake. Walter and co had gone back to the village, Ton and Angel going with them as filming was due to start again on the show.
Today seemed all about enjoying the little things. Especially the little boy who was laughing hysterically about something. Probably Jack trying to bait a hook.
Fang was on Ianto's lap, the little kitty curled up in a little ball of doom, his little claws kneading Ianto's thigh as he purred hazily in the warmth of the sun Ianto had pulled the chair towards, his face still under the shade of the roof ta. Ianto was stroking the cat absently as he went over the upcoming events.
Namely the birthdays. God, so many kids. So any birthdays. This man who one had no one at all, bar a little bar boy who needed him. It seemed surreal to even think of himself like that… alone. Ianto smiled softly as he told himself he would never be alone. Not with the animals alone wanting to be in the loo with him. No. They would have to check the coffin before the put the lid on so a little errant fluff didn't get accidentally trapped.
Ianto laughed out loud knowing that was something he could not share with Jack. That sense of humour lost on him as he would tear up at the thought of Ianto's death. You know, in a way it was sweet but also cloying for Ianto to know Jack refused to even think about it. One of them dying, or god forbid both of them leaving the kids.
Hawk would go to Walter and Curtis if a fiery car accident took both men. They had it all sorted, despite Jack signing the paperwork with distain. He didn't like the idea of sorting the end of life things, leaving it all to Ianto.
Sitting here on a sunny afternoon enjoying the day, being maudlin. Enough time for that when you are dead Ianto.
"Yes Lissy" Ianto rose and placed the kitty carefully on the warm seat and went to make some sandwiches for the mighty fishermen's return.
Could get hit by a bus tomorrow. Why worry about something that will come sooner or later, either way?
Ianto cursed himself for his pessimist mind.
Sometimes that nicest day and moment of calm can produce such thoughts.
Best boil some eggs. Eggs sammies to go with the ham ones, the cheese ones… yes. Eggs.
Ianto put thoughts of darkness and sorrow away.
Lisa had scolded him enough.