sandgsan2013: thanks. I was only worried about the last sentence but I longer remember why.
biancurath: fair point. Thanks.
I love Janto: poor Ianto, he goes though so much. Their bound to find the perfect dress.
Monocerosik: here's a very late thanks for saying chapter 2 was a killer. I really didn't see your comment until recently.
I'm still doing prompts if anyone has any.
Father's Day is coming up in Australia, I don't remember when Father's Day was in any other part of the world. Actually I don't know when Father's Day is in Australia either, I just know that it's coming up.
Rhys smiled as he took the picture Anwen gave him out of her hands. "Do you like it daddy?" she asked him hopefully.
Rhys smiled. He wasn't entirely sure what it was a picture of but it was the best present his five year-old daughter could have given him. "I love it," he replied.
"Do you think the kids will even get me a Father's Day present?" Jack asked.
"Of course they will," Ianto replied. "They love us equally cariad."
"I know. I mean because technically I'm their mother, I gave birth to them. Maybe I'd get presents on Mother's Day and Father's Day."
"Maybe," Ianto agreed since he didn't want to have Jack pouting all day about not getting double presents.
Owen and Tosh woke up to the smell of something burning and the fire alarm going off. They rushed out of bed to see what was going on, only to find their son in the kitchen holding a burnt cake.
"Happy Father's Day!" their son exclaimed.