AN: Thanks to all of you who have reviewed this, and those of you have read and reviewed "Snow Day: After Dark…" – the missing smut scene. I am debating writing a second chapter based around the shower scene from the morning after.
Keep those reviews coming and your idea/requests for scenes in this x
Ianto eased himself off the sofa where he and Owen had been sat with Mica and David asleep on their knees. Cradling Mica carefully in his arms he made his way towards the front door, smiling as he felt his nieces arms wrap unconsciously around his neck. He held her close to him with one arm as he pulled the door open with his free hand and mouthed a silent "Hello" to his sister and Johnny.
"Everything okay?" Rhiannon whispered as Ianto passed Mica across to Johnny, a soft whimpering sounding from the small girl though she did not wake.
Ianto nodded. "They've had pizza and watched a couple of movies. And David beat Owen at FIFA twice. I'm not even sure Owen was letting him win either." He smirked.
"Go and put Mica in the car – I'll be down with David in a minute." Rhiannon instructed her husband. Ianto placed a gentle kiss on Mica's forehead before Johnny carried her out and he closed the door. He led his sister into the lounge where Owen was dozing on the sofa with David curled in his lap fast asleep.
"He's cute." Rhiannon commented.
Ianto gestured for her to follow him into the kitchen, so she could question him without waking either Owen or David.
"So you got over Jack then." Rhiannon said with a smirk.
"Yeah I did." Ianto said with a small nod. "His name is Owen, he's originally from London, he's 27 years old and he's a doctor. And he loves me." He explained.
Rhiannon's eyes widened. "How long have you been together?" She asked.
"Three days." He said simply.
"Three days?" She exclaimed before Ianto hushed her, glancing through into the lounge and seeing Owen stir but not wake, David remaining oblivious.
"Three days?" She whispered. "You were with Jack for what six months, you broke up only recently, and you're already in love with someone else?" She asked.
"I'm not telling you this because I need your blessing Rhi, I just need you to accept him, and if the children ask tell them Uncle Jack isn't here anymore, and wont be again." He pointed out.
"So they get an Uncle Owen instead do they?" She asked sharply.
"You say that like I have some kind of revolving door out there." Ianto retorted. "Mica and David have spent a lovely evening getting to know Owen, and as you can see they seem to like him." He pointed to where David's arms were pushed as far around Owen's waist as they could, whilst Owen had one arm slung around the boy cradling him close as they both slept. "He's a good man Rhi, who treats me better than Jack ever did."
"Do you still see Jack at work?" She asked gently as she smiled fondly at her young son.
Ianto nodded. "Yeah I see him now and then." He replied.
"And things are okay?" She asked looking up at her baby brother.
"We're fine Rhi. He's even happy about me and Owen." He pointed out.
"And you're happy?" She checked.
"I'm happy." He smiled.
"Then I am too." She said with a smile. "Right I best get him home, and leave you two to it." She said going back into the lounge. Ianto strolled past her and placed a hand on Owen's shoulder waking him carefully.
"Owen?" He murmured.
Owen groaned softly as he opened his eyes. "Did I doze off?" He asked.
Ianto smiled. "Just briefly. Want to give Rhiannon her son back?" He asked.
Owen glanced beyond Ianto and saw his sister waiting. "Help yourself." He said lifting David from his lap and handing him up to Ianto who passed him onto Rhiannon without a sound after a warm farewell hug.
"Thanks for watching them. Are you still free on Sunday afternoon?" She checked as she held David firmly in her arms.
Ianto nodded. "So far so good. I'll ring you if there's a problem." He said.
Rhiannon nodded. "I'll let myself out. Nice to meet you Owen. Night Ianto." She said planting a kiss on her brother's cheek before wandering out the room and closing Ianto's front door as she left.
Ianto settled back down on the sofa beside Owen, pulling the still dozing man into his arms. Owen rested his head on Ianto's chest and curled up beside him.
"Did you get the Spanish inquisition?" He asked with a smirk.
Ianto smiled. "She thinks you're cute." He replied.
Owen chuckled. "Of course she does." He said lightly.
"She says that she's happy as long as I'm happy, so we're fine." Ianto explained. "Sorry this evening wasn't quite what you had in mind. Do you want to go back to your apartment?" He asked.
"Yeah we can go back to our apartment. Tomorrow we really need to get some spare keys cut." Owen yawned as he sat up and stretched. "And despite how I thought it was going to go, I had fun tonight. They're great kids."
"Even though David thrashed you at FIFA?" Ianto sniggered.
"Even then." Owen conceded. "Come on. We'll grab an Indian on the way back – I'm starving." He said as he rose to his feet.
"I did offer you pizza." Ianto pointed out as he was pulled to his feet and they set off towards the front door, turning lights off as they went.
"We eat dozens of pizzas every week at work. And I was offered Indian first." Owen replied.
"True." Ianto said as he pulled his coat on and they left his flat.
As they stepped out onto the street Owen slipped his hand into Ianto's, holding it firmly as they walked.
"So what's happening Sunday?" He asked, his tone casual as if holding hands with Ianto was something he'd been doing every day his entire life.
"I'm taking Mica and David to the park. Aside from Rhiannon's anniversary each year I take them for a few hours once a month. I'd spend more time with them if I could, but work doesn't generally permit that." He said regretfully.
"You're great with them." Owen commented.
Ianto smiled. "Always thought I'd have one of my own by now, maybe a couple. If Canary Wharf hadn't happened, maybe I would." He said softly.
Owen squeezed his hand affectionately and Ianto's smile returned; though it looked all too false to the Londoner. "Lets go get something to eat." He said tugging Ianto down the road.