Chapter 2 – Rompers on a Wednesday
It's Wednesday, so Rompers isn't all that busy; we only have to wait in the queue for a couple of minutes. I pay for our tickets, while the twins squeal with excitement and Ianto pulls a face at the racket. Ellen is in the ticket booth; she recognises us all and gives us some coupons to use in the café, which is nice of her. She gets one of my best smiles in thanks, though I know it's Ianto she actually fancies; he's oblivious.
We walk through to the under three's area, which fortunately is also the location of the café. Ianto crouches to unfasten the twins from their pushchair and asks them in Welsh which play space they want to go to first. Tegan responds first, so she gets to pick, and I have enough Welsh to realise they are headed for the ball pool. I'm proud that they both come to grab my hands when they are freed, rather than running off on their own. My son, Kynan, kisses me and my insides curl up with pleasure at the simple and open gesture, though I wish it had been Ianto making that same gesture. I miss his kisses.
When we reach the ball pool we greet the supervising adult, Louise, and then grab a child each and swing them into the netted play pit. They giggle in unison and start bouncing around amongst the brightly coloured spheres. Ianto smiles as our babies roll and wriggle around. He's so handsome when he smiles. Who am I kidding ? He's handsome, period; extra handsome when he smiles.
I go to the counter in the cafe and order us coffees and cakes. Marcus is on duty, and he flutters his eyelashes at me, but I'm immune to everyone except my husband these days. The coupons Ellen gave us save us a pound on our first set of refreshments. I carry everything to our usual table, the one from which we get the best view of where our kids are at.
Ianto takes off his gloves and shoves them into his pocket. We shed our coats; it's always a bit too warm in Rompers for adults to cope with. I watch as he starts to sip his coffee. His lush lips entrance me. I try not to stare. I try not to remember what those lips feel like when they engage with my cock. This isn't the time or place for me to get all hot and bothered. Inappropriate behaviour will induce a freeze out, and that's the last thing I need from Ianto today, or any day really.
I re-focus on our kids. They are happily throwing balls at each other now. I think they are meaning to throw balls to each other, but they are not quite co-ordinated enough to achieve that. Or maybe I am wrong and they like pelting each other with the colourful plastic balls. They seem happy, either way.
I wait, letting Ianto choose what we talk about today. I don't really mind what he selects, I just like listening to him speak.