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Nate was on the floor kicking his little legs enthusiastically as J.D. roared at the world in general from his jolly jumper. God, he has Jack's lungs and theatrical lean.
In the three months since their birth the boys had undeniably settled into their routines and little selves. J.D. was ballsy and loud, Nate more serene and zen-like. It was their time for fun before their afternoon feeding and nap.
Ianto was finishing off the bottles when he heard the door slam and Jack's unmistakable roar "TIGER"
J.D. screamed with glee in return and Jack rushed to land on his knees and cuddle the little boy while Nate waited patiently or his own attention. He didn't ask for much, happy to watch the world go by.
Ianto thrust a bottle at Jack and Jack sat, feeding the baby while he swung back and forth happily, Ianto feeding the little one on the floor who lay still, like he was dead except for the little jaws moving around the teat.
"So… there has been an offer on the series but … ah…." Jack stopped talking and pulled a face at his son as Ianto looked over at him and felt those tendrils of fear. What was he not saying.
"Cariad? But?"
"In order for me to sell the series they want me to do a series" Jack sat back and watched Ianto warily "six weeks… hosting a reality show for six weeks and then I get at least one season of my show guaranteed."
Ianto did not like this, or the furtive glances "So… what is it then? Come on … spill."
"Well… it would be both of us" Jack dropped the bombshell and grimaced, waiting for the explosion.
"Huh? What, they want me to produce? They know we have the twins right?" Into asked.
"Owen and Tosh said they will step in, Rhiannon would be happy to help out and Dougie… ah… well… Dougie really wants us to help him out…."
"Wait a fucking minute. This is HIS series? Isn't it a bloody renovation show or something?" Ianto demanded.
"Yeah. A couple of contestants fell out for the line-up at the last second, the wife's mother died so they are about to start production and do not have a couple… the idea of us as a celebrity couple… like ringers guaranteed to sell the show to the networks… we would be doing him a solid, the studio a sold and they will let me have whatever show I like in return… I can burn money if they get this" Jack said, trying got hide his desperation and Ianto knew he could pop that bubble with one word.
Not that he could.
Come on, how could he.
"I will need to see the contracts and the production notes…. If your name is going on this I want some power here" Ianto sighed, watching Jack light up, then crawl on his hands and knees to his coat to pull out his phone and call Douglas. Both were squealing with glee down the phone and J.D. joined in.
Ianto looked at his babies and knew that six weeks would kill him a little to leave them and if anyone told him they were so young that they would not even remember… he would cut a bitch.
.
.
"Right. So here are the rules" Ianto said as Douglas shuffled to the edge of his seat, his assistant poised to record everything both on her phone and with a pen and paper. "I want control over the production notes. I want … quietly to have some of that. It would be unfair to have any over the actual competition because that's what it is but of course we are not in it to win it, we are the wild cards. Any money is raised for our charity… Rainbow Children… we are there for the bloody entertainment. I know that. The contestants do not have to know that. They can love us, hate us, but think we are as cutthroat as them."
"Sure, whatever you want love." Douglas nodded as his brother-in-law took a breath.
"Also, as it will be here in the city Jack and I can come to see the babies and distress when we need to … I know this will also upset the others when we piss off for no reason but it will add to the drama of it. Six weeks, no more and no less. If I get pissed with things, I can step off and say so, you sort it Yes?"
"But it is covert?" Douglas got it "They think you are just contestants. Not until the end do they realize Jack is one of the frigging hosts and you are the puppeteer"
"Exactly. Like a Mole… I see all, know all and twist, turn and fuck with it as I see fit" Ianto said and Douglas sat back with wide eyes as his show got the 'Ianto' touch that he knew would make it something out of the fucking gate.
"Brilliant" he finally managed to choke out without whooping with glee "Deal."
