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"Well, I think your choice of lifestyle is more important than whatever schooling you had" another man spoke and Ianto slowly turned to face him and grinned. "You are your son's primary influence after all."
"What else is in that file? I am legally entitled to a copy ya know" Ianto said happily, "Does it say that my husband is a member of the local police force? Or that I am a connected to the Hoodlum Clan?"
"Or that I am Pagan?"
Ianto enjoyed the sharp intakes of breath as they shifted uneasily in their seats and Connie once again looked at the record light with glee.
"So, which of you have a child in my Babbit's class?" he asked politely, eyeballing the woman he now recognized from the last Parent Teacher Evening, "Would it be … Dominic? The one with the scissors?"
"Well, er … we were actually thinking that the children might all benefit from a bit of counseling, a talk with an independent agency." The woman purred, "Get them assessed."
Ianto now saw where this was going and leaned back to regard them as a king might watch his fool dance.
"Are you saying you want a psyche assessment on our children … or my children? Is this because they are being raised by a gay couple and one of the children is showing Trans leanings?" Ianto tasked calmly, "Are you saying that they need psychiatric help?"
"I'm saying it might not be a bad idea" the short fat one bristled, "After all. It's not too late to save their souls."
"OUT!" Jack roared from the doorway, his SWAT gear slung over one arm, "GET THE FUCK OUT!"
Connie hit stop as the door slammed shut.
Gold!
"I do not believe that just happened" Jack raged, stomping up and down the room with Babbit following him in, his little hands clasped behind his back like Jack, in parody.
"Do you think they would ring social services?" Ianto asked.
"Let them!" Jack spat.
"Still, we should cut them off at the pass" Connie joined the conversation, "I know a very nice guy who specializes in Trans kids. If they want to play this game, we can be a step ahead."
Ianto looked to Jack, nervous at the thought of opening their child to someone else but Jack nodded.
"I'll set it up" Connie said, reaching for her phone and heading out to the back patio.
"God, what a mess" Ianto sighed.
"You OK chickie?" Jack asked Babbit and Babbit held his arms up for a hug.
Jack sat and kissed little cheeks.
"I have to talk to a man?" Babbit asked, having listened to everything as per usual.
"Someone who knows more about being Transgender than we do" Ianto confirmed, "You can ask him stuff and he will ask you stuff. He won't judge you darling, he sees other kids just like you every day."
"There are others?" Babbit asked with wonder.
"Yeah" Connie said as she returned from her phone call, "There are lots of boys and girls who feel stuck in the wrong body or way of living."
"Wow" Babbit said softly, pondering.
"You know, it doesn't make you any less or more than anyone else" Ianto said, "It's like … I'm Welsh and Daddy is American. Well, technically he's Scottish but I'll not forgive that as easily."
"Oi!" Jack bristled then grinned happily.
"The thing is baby, we're all different. But we all love, laugh, dance, eat and feel sad sometimes" Ianto held out his arms, ""Whenever I'm sad, I need a hug and I look for you or one of your brothers. Then I'm full up with happy juice again."
"Good" Babbit sighed, "Cos you give so much away."
"Only to the good ones" Ianto whispered, "Like you."
Babbit hummed happily.
