Jack opened the door to number 24 and held it open, Ianto stepped through in silence he hadn't said anything since they'd left the hub. Jack followed him in hung his coat over the hook and took in the new additions to their home. Ianto had been busy since while waiting for the bed, there were pillows on the sofa, and a shinny coffee maker sat in pride of place on the kitchen worktop.

"Does this change things?" Ianto's voice travelled into the small hall

Jack stepped forwards tracking the sound.

Ianto was stood in the living room, his back to Jack, as he watched out the large glass panel into the dark garden. Jack paused a couple of meters behind Ianto, stuck his hands into his trousers pockets.

"I think that probably depends what you mean by things." Jack replied plainly.

Ianto remained starring out the window, but Jack could see is facial expressions in his reflection, presumably Ianto could therefore see his too.

"I still love you." Jack said.

"You," Ianto stuttered and turned slowly to face him.

"I love you." Jack said.

Ianto didn't know what he felt. Part of him was over the moon, Jack love him, loved, him! Another part of him was so scared, he'd worried for so long that his love was one sided, that when he died Jack would forget him in the many years that followed. He'd worried everytime Jack had died, but deep down knew it would probably be ok. Now everything was different, next time, and there always was a next time, it would be him that was left behind not Jack. Was that selfish he wondered? He stepped forward, wrapped his arms around Jacks waist and buried his head against the blue shirt covering Jack's chest. Jacks arms wrapped protectively around Ianto's shoulders, Jack bent his head a little, savouring the sent of Ianto's hair and placed a soft kiss on his line.

Gwen shut the front door quietly behind her; the noise of television drifted down the hall and a light shone through the living door, Rhys must still be up. She felt the anger of the drive home subside, she smiled, she was home. Pulling off her boots she wandered down the hall and opened the door to the living room. Rhys was laid out across the sofa, baby monitor in one hand, all his attention focused on the gun fire on the television.
"Heya." Gwen said, pushing his feet up a little to let her sit on the arm of the sofa.
Rhys startled a bit, rubbed and eyes and smiled through his look of confusion. "Evening".
"Sorry I'm a bit late." Gwen said wearing a small apologetic smile.
"No, no, no worries." Rhys said, straightening up on the sofa. "If things need doing, they need doing."
Gwen smiled, how Rhys put up with her she'd never know, but he did, and he was fantastic.
"There's some tea in the oven, I bathed Carys and she's been asleep, or at least quiet, since about 8 oclock."
"Star" Gwen said, planting a kiss on his forehead before leaving for the kitchen.

Gwen's mobile vibrated on the coffee table, managing to knock itself in to her tea cup. Rhys stretched out to retrieve it.

"If this is bloody Jack Harkness I'm throwing it out the bloody window."

"Rhys." Gwen said rolling her eyes, returning to the sofa with her food.

"Oh," Rhys said slightly surprised. "It says Rhiannon." He handed Gwen the phone.

"Hello?" She said

"Yes it me, how are you?"

"Good, good, yeah me too."

"Oh yes?"

"He should be at home at the moment, I can give you his number."

"No, they've bought a house. Moved in today actually."

"Yeah, with Jack."

"Ok, well I can have a chat with them in the morning"

"Course, I'll give you a call around lunchtime."

"Night."

"Oh?" asked Rhys.

"She wants to talk about Ianto and the kids and how we might go about explaining his reappearance should she decide to do so."

"That good news isn't it?" Rhys asked, not entirely understanding the worried look on Gwen's face.

"Yes, yes of course." Gwen said with a forced smile, before sliding back into worried.

"But?" Rhys said, settling back into the sofa pulling Gwen with him.

"But," Gwen began, struggling to keep the plate balanced. "Well, what do we tell them?"