12
Ianto was at his son's house where the story had done the rounds and Walter agreed with his Tad, shutting down production for the rest of the week and it was not surprising to find push back. Walter took the phone call from the union rep "Look… I know and they will still get paid as per their contractual agreements. If they don't like the idea of a paid holiday, that's a new one on me. We need some tome to reset the security protocols as they are being flaunted."
Walter listened and smiled "I think so. Yes, tell them as per the contracts they signed, a shut down means they still get paid. Yes, we will see everyone Monday morning… yeah."
Walter sat and looked at his father closely "you really broke your walking stick in his spokes?"
"He asked for it" Ianto replied, then sighed "I guess I got a bit full of myself."
"Taddy, this is OUR village. You discipline us all the time… anyone entering our home has to expect to abide by the rules, right?" Walter reasoned "Sooner or later they were going to push the wrong button… better now."
"Well… it will be nice to have a couple of quiet days before we head to the Lake House for the weekend. I am so over these school plays. If I have to sew one more bloody costume I will cut a bitch" Ianto rose as Walter laughed softly knowing Ianto would NEVER say no.
"I understand there is another wedding on the horizon"
"Oh god… don't get me started on that… I am having my suit made as a surprise to Jack" Ianto replied as he pushed his chair in to leave.
"Wait… if it is a suit you are wearing how is it a gift for…. Oh. Damn Taddy, I don't' need to think of my Dad being a horn dog over my lovely Tadda. God. I am both hopeful that Curty and I might be still so in love in the future and horrified that my parents are still sexually active… soooooo… active."
"Look, I am sorry Walty, but it is not my fault that your father finds me so irresistible in my three piece suits" Ianto huffed "After all… I did catch him that way remember? Aren't you lucky I bait my hook so well?"
"TADDA!"
Ianto laughed as he left Walter's house knowing his son would be loved for a long time, Curtis was a good man.
And Walter was of good stock.