Epilogue

A boy, a baby boy, he's finally here. I have been waiting for this moment for the last nine months, the moment when I could hold my son in my arms. I only wish that it was Aeske here with me rather than my husband, Aeske deserved to be here to see his son brought into the world. I suppose that he will meet him on his next visit, but I wish that he had timed it a bit better to be here for his birth. I can't help but wonder who he will take after my little boy, will he be like me or will he have that fiery side to him that will undoubtedly come from his father. I can't wait to find out.

My little boy needs a name though, and I can't wait for Aeske to be here, my husband longs to here the name of his son, and Rhiannon just wants to hold her baby brother. Ianto, he shall be Ianto. My love Aeske should be happy with the name, and my husband will do anything and agree with anything to keep me happy. He shall be Ianto to honour my heritage and the man who will be his godfather when Aeske finally gets around to telling him of my precious little fire.

Ianto closed his mother's journal and placed it down in his lap, and just stared around is living room, it was true, Aeske was his father. He was tempted to carry on reading the journal to find out what had happened to his mother and father apart from what he already knew. He couldn't though; he needed time to come to terms with what he already knew before digging any deeper into his mother's private thoughts. He felt guilty, he hated it when others read his diary, but here he was doing the same to his mother's. He supposed it was different and he wasn't reading them to be nosy, but rather to understand and to learn, to work out who he was. The one entry he had read so far had told him that he was right in his judgement about who his father was, and that his mother had known about his father's nature. He had gone straight to the date of his birth in the diary in the hopes of learning about himself rather than just taking a walk through the pages of his mother's thoughts, it was less intrusive that way.

Ianto stared at all the things that he had surrounding him on the floor, he had called Rhiannon and asked for the key to the storage facility that their mother's belongings had been placed in when their childhood home was sold. He had then spent the day looking for anything that would tell him about his past, his mother's diaries had been the first thing that he had looked for, e knew that she had kept them and had written in them religiously, he had inherited the trait from her and was always meticulous in his record keeping. He had also found a box that had the same symbol that was on his hand on the top, and he took it, knowing that it had to have something to do with his father, after all, why would something with the mark of the ruling Gallifreyan Fire be amongst his mother's things otherwise. He had taken both the box and the diaries home with him and spread everything out on the floor before picking up the diary to read.

Deciding to leave the diary for now, he did after all know the one thing he was really hoping to find from the diary, the name of his father, he instead looked towards the contents of the box. He let out a gasp as he saw something that could only be an Arcadian Diamond sat innocently amongst what looked like letters and other tokens of affection. Reaching out hesitantly, the last thing he had touched of his father's had burnt him, he picked up the diamond, only to hear the voice of his father in his ear.

"If you are hearing this, my little Fire, I am no longer with you and your mother is not around to explain to you what is going on. I am sorry to not be there with you, but if I am not, know that it is not through choice. I live far from where you and your mother stay and getting away from Arcadia where I rule is not easy, not when I have to rule over a race. I know you are probably confused my son, but this is the truth, I am not from Earth, but another planet, one filled with beauty, but with many rules. It is my wish for this diamond to never need to be used as anything but a signifier of who you are, but that is not necessarily all it may be. I have left this so I can explain to you our history, our culture, and our lifestyle to you my son, so that you can know who you are. More importantly though; I leave you this diamond to show those who doubt the truth of your claim to the throne of Arcadia. Rule well, my Ianto."