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"A promise kept is a wish created"
Imp stood there with wide eyes as he regarded his brother "You still sure?"
"I promised. A promise is like … a wish or something. Each time you keep a promise. You have a better chance of a wish coming true" Ton said as he considered "That makes sense. Right?"
"Yeah. Well … here it is. Hope you like it, best I could do" Imp shoved it at his bother and took off, the embarasement clear as Ton wondered what it was, turning the page over to stare at the poem his brother had created all on his own, not even with Tadda Assistance.
It was about him.
Imp had written a poem … a real and honest poem about him.
Ton.
Wow.
Ton read it, then read it again and clutched it to his chest, and then he went in search of his Taddy who took the page and read it, his face showing that he had the same reaction as Ton, loving it.
"Wow. This is the last one? A photo should be of you and Imp together then?" Ianto asked and Ton lit up, he hadn't considered the photo and they rushed of find it.
The right one.
They poured over photos until Ton was pleased with one of the two of them standing in the back field, half naked in the rain with their arms around each other laughing. Ton's glasses were lost somewhere again and they looked like brothers should.
Loving.
"Right then" Ianto sighed, "I gotta get this done before I go all gooey here. Who would have thought he loves you THAT much, eh?"
"Yeah" Ton said softly, "I am so …so…happy."
Ianto waited Until Ton had left the room before handing the page to Jack who sat back to read it with glee, smiling as he saw how clever his boy was, this wonderful little Imp who was such a chip off the old block.
Wonderful really.
Ianto smiled as he went to answer the phone. The number recognised as the publishers and he hoped this is good news.
He really wanted it to be.