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Mica and David knew something was wrong, cutting short their swim to come inside, "Taddy? Can we watch a movie in the big flop room?"
"Yeah, good idea" Ianto nodded as he ushered them to the second living room that was really a doss room for the kids. The large couches full of pillows and blankets, the tables full of toys, remotes and other things the kids dragged in and out of their own rooms. This was their room.
Quinn wanted to stay with Gloria, perhaps sensing her need for cuddles toady so Ianto settled on a couch with the kids, blankets covering them and the lights turned low. They watched a movie he barely even took notice of, his mind counting down the time and he was now watching the door as he knew Jack should have been back already if he was coming straight home as promised.
Ianto felt weird, uncomfortable and he rose to head to the bedroom, removing the small gun form the safe and sliding it into the pocket of a waistcoat he put on, the tight fabric a comfort, almost like a corset. He knew it was an attempt to seek Bunny' calming influence and he resisted the urge to change for a while then gave in. Best be brave, right? Bunny wore a corset so tightly clinched she could hardly breathe, the large skirts making a sound like running water when she walked and she felt immensely better. She wafted down the stairs enjoying the feeling of grandeur even if no one was there to see, she made sure her hand was on the banister so the wedding rings glinted and her little heels peeked from under the skirts with each kick forward.
"Frankly my dear, I don't give a damn" she said then frowned as she wondered if it was the wrong quote then laughed as it seemed to fit anyway.
She entered the good room to find Gloria pouring a drink, turning to smile "Oh Bunny. You look adorable in that! I have a fur stole that would suit that."
She rushed off as Bunny settled primly on the arm of a chair, her ramrod straight back and small breasts pertly peeking from the flouncy lace across the top of the corset.
"You warm enough there pun'kin?" Jerry asked, moving to light the fire as he rubbed her knee affectionately and she smiled as she reached out to pat his shoulder, the affection so sweet. She knew he meant it, sometimes even telling people on the phone that his 'girl' had entered the room and he had to cut the call short. Felt nice to have a father. Helped her see how much more Ianto had to be for his own children, that level of affection. The stole was white, fake rabbit and the clasp at the front was all bling baby. Lovely. No wonder it had never been worn, sooooo flashy.
She took Quinn to their room and settled him on the bed in the guest house room she and Jack had been in before moving upstairs … they still kept it for the little prince as his day room … kicking off her shoes as she waited for Jack, he liked to come to this side of the house first to remove his boots and clean up. There was a crunch of gravel and she turned her head as the headlights lit the far wall, the dusk of evening settling to the darkness she usually found comforting but tonight it seemed more ominous than before.
She waited for the slam of the SUV door followed by Jack's boots on the concrete outside the large glass doors but they didn't come. Weird. She rose and walked over to the doors which were slightly ajar and slid out, looking into the garage and the vehicle was not Jack's, three doors were left open and the door to the side of the house was open, light spilling into the dimly lit garage to show the vehicle's spewed proof.
Bunny had mere moments to consider these events before she slipped back inside and picked up the sleepy toddler, kissing his face as she moved to the barn where she found Harris still settling the animals. He swung with surprise, and then frowned as he noted her bare feet and lack of coat in the cooling air.
"What's wrong?" he asked immediately.
"Is young Kyle still here?" Bunny asked softly, the boy in question coming out of the stall to stand by his father and nod. "Kyle, can you keep Quinn happy for a little while? There are some men at the house I need Dad to help me with, OK?"
"Sure Missus" the teenager smiled, reaching for the tot, "Come on Quinnie, you can help me feed the little calf."
Harris watched their children move away and then turned to face Bunny, "Men?"
"Vehicle I don't know, three doors open and they headed straight inside" she nodded, "I feel … bad."
"Well, if it's one thing I've learnt, trust a woman's intuition" Harris nodded as he strode over to open a drawer and pull some keys from his pocket, the large shot gun he pulled from the lock box pretty.
"Lovely … care to swap?"
