4

"Of course Dorbit" Ianto nodded at the vid-screen "If Annabelle has a cold you definitely should not jump. Her poor ears would suffer dreadfully."

"We appreciate the health coverage you set up" Dorbit blustered, "Most kind of you."

"Nonsense, I will not hear another word" Ianto waved a hand, "You are good people and deserve care. After all, Annabelle wrote in her last message that you had secured that little cottage she was lusting after, so pleased for you both. You have worked so hard, a lovely little retirement home for you both."

"Yes, I was surprised to learn that you have accommodation planet-side" Dorbit said and Ianto stifled a grin, "So, you will stay there when visiting?"

"Yes, Jack and I discussed it and didn't want to inflict the madness on you fulltime, it is much better for us to go out somewhere as a family where it is child friendly and their screams and madness is not too much for you both, then maybe a nice evening meal where the stinkers can get a bedtime kiss and such."

"Oh, lovely" Annabelle joined the conversation as she sat and waved at the camera, " Those last videos you sent were sweet, she is talking."

"Yes, just a word or two here and there, mostly growling and stern glares when she thinks we are not listening" Ianto laughed, "She is such a madam."

Jack had entered during the conversation and waited off camera as Ianto said his goodbyes and then sat back with a huff of satisfaction.

"So, they're not going to accept a Jones Flight?" Jack asked.

"No, Annabelle has a cold. No doubt next time he will have gout or something" Ianto shrugged, "I am pleased."

"You are?"

"So soon still for her little self. Seeing them come through the door might upset her, make Lorenzo think they are taking her away or something. Such a happy day and this means there is no chance they will confuse them. When we go to visit the children will know it is a visit, our own place we will stay at and such" Ianto said with a sage nod.

"Yeah, I caught that bit, what place?" Jack was curious, not annoyed.

"One of the Jones Properties I didn't even know we still had. Apparently it's quite sleek and modern. It was being rented out to one of the executives but he moved when he married. It's a three bedroom, but the boys will share happily. Only a few nights at a time after all."

"Well, have it all worked out my cheeky Tiger" Jack leaned in for a kiss.

"Daddy, when you are finished loving Taddy can you help me with the tent?" Dylan asked.

"But I will never be finished loving him stink" Jack wailed.

"For the love of puppies, I didn't mean that, I mean the face time!" Dylan growled, both men laughing as Ianto shoved at him.

"Go on, Dylan is right. We can love each other forever, the party will not wait."

"Thank you Taddy" Dylan sniffed, "At least someone sees the severance of this."

Jack blinked and turned to Ianto.

"Severity"

"Ahhhh" Jack following his son outside to put up the large marquee Andy and Owen were arguing about, soon controlling everything.

Lorenzo peeked around the doorframe, "Taddy? I want to help but he won't let me."

"Well you are just in time to help me" Ianto assured the little boy, "We are going to make up the gift bags for everyone to take home. Look, we have a photo of the three of you, lollies, toys and some other bits and bobs."

"Wow" Lorenzo gushed, "For all my friends?"

"Yes, you will say 'Thank you for coming' and hand them one each as they leave" Ianto explained, "They will go home and have something nice to remember the day as well as some sweets for their drawer by their bed. A little toy or two for their pocket."

"So cool" Lorenzo gushed happily as he sat making up bags, some for girls as well, "Aunty Toshi gets one right?"

"Of course, she will love that photo for her desk" Ianto smiled, "And she likes those boiled sweets the most."

"Oh does she?" Lorenzo asked with glee as a handful went into the bag, "How do you spell Toshi?"

"The list is there beside you, write the names carefully love."

Lorenzo sat with his tongue between his teeth as he wrote her name with pink marker, then drew a weird looking butterfly that Ianto whispered was wonderfully done.

Lorenzo looked like he might explode with excitement as he began another one.

Jack was shouting now and Ianto peeked out to see Dylan standing beside his father with the same stance, same look of doom and his little voice yelling instructions as well.

The laughter from the other two men told Ianto that they weren't listening to the two crazy Harkness-Jones men anyway.

Ianto went back to watching Lorenzo as Carley snored softly on the sofa.