A/N: Right then, this whole set day for writing each story thing is SO not working out... I'm really sorry, I'm just getting so stressed now about my upcoming exams because these are the big ones that count, that I'm literally writing whenever I can and whenever I'm not to stressed to do so! I am trying to update each story once a week and am not by any means giving up with writing, so please bear with me until the end of June, by which point I will be done with school until September and can write LOADS! I will aslo be taking requests and prompts for one shots during this time, so if you have any ideas of things you'd like me to write then PM me or drop it in a comment :) Hope you like this one, Hannah xxx

Ianto paid the taxi driver, tipping him appropriately, and retrieved his luggage from the boot of the car before sighing as his taxi cab pulled away from the entrance to his block of flats, drawing his blissful weekend getaway with Jack to its final close. Although he had officially said goodbye to London and then to Jack a good while ago, it was coming back to his flat and back to normality which brought about the depressing realisation that now they were home things would have to revert back to the way they had been before their trip. There was to be no more full frontal public displays of affection, no more kissing in open spaces, no more romantic trips out in parks or restaurants or theatres… not now that they were back in Cardiff and back in an area in which Ianto knew far too many people who might tell Rhiannon his secret before he had a chance to tell her himself.

With a heavy heart and head, the Welshman slowly dragged his feet up the stairs to his floor of the building and reluctantly turned the key in the lock, mourning the loss of the shiny plastic card to his and Jack's room at the Savoy.

"Tosh?" He called out, dumping his holdall next to the shoe rack and uncharacteristically recklessly throwing his keys down onto the coffee table.

"In here, just give me a sec" She called back through a mouth full of toothpaste in the bathroom.

Ianto smiled to himself, "Yeah, you'd better finish up before you head on out, don't want to create toothpaste stains on the carpet" he chuckled.

"Oh har har" Tosh replied, emerging from the bathroom at last. Much to Ianto's surprise she was dressed smartly in a pretty stone coloured, just above the knee, floaty skirt; a pink and green ditsy floral blouse and a matching pink cardigan, with her dark hair swept neatly half up and half down, rather than in the expected tartan pyjama trousers, Owen's t-shirt and a messy bun that he had been expecting.

"Wow, it's nearly eleven on a Sunday morning and you are up, dressed, washed and ready to leave the house by the looks of it, it must be a miracle!" He grinned.

"Oh you are so funny…"

"I know" He smiled, "Where are you off to anyway?"

Toshiko pulled a face, "Having Sunday lunch with Owen and his parents… I'm nervous as hell. Do you think I'm dressed alright? How about my hair? Do I look too formal? Do I look to casual? Do you think they'll like me? What happens if they don't like me, do we break up? What if I don't like the food? Or…"

"Tosh, calm down!" I cut her off, "breathe, everything is going to be perfectly fine. You look as lovely as ever, and Owen adores you so I'm sure they'll love you just as much" I replied, gripping her shoulders and steadying her frantic nervous gestures.

"Oh Ianto, are you sure? I really want this to go well"

"Absolutely sure" I replied, "It's not like you to get so nervous"

"I know, it's just… well… I've never really met any of my other boyfriend's parents before, things were never that serious and well… I don't have a clue how to behave or what to say or… or…"

"Just be yourself and it will be alright! Partner's parents are not a different alien life form – they're just people! Just laugh at their jokes, smile politely and be your usual cheery self ok? Oh and try not to spill the gravy… I spilt the entire jug all over Lisa's mother's clean table cloth at our first meeting… which did not go down too well" I chuckled, and Tosh joined in.

"Ok" She breathed in and out deeply, "Ok, it'll be fine, I'll just stay calm and be myself and remember not to spill" She chuckled once again.

"At a girl" I replied, pulling her into a quick hug, "What time are you meeting them?" I asked pulling away.

"Owen's picking me up here at eleven thirty and we're getting to theirs about twelve ish, so I have a bit of time, which is just as well because I absolutely can't leave without hearing about your dirty weekend" She said excitedly.

Ianto rolled his eyes but blushed a little as he replied, "It wasn't a dirty weekend… it was just a… weekend… and I haven't got long because I've really got to head out to work for the children's reading group…" The Welshman tried to deflect Tosh's invitation to a conversation.

"No, no, no, no, no. You're not wriggling out of this one that easily Mr Jones! How was it?"

"It was… it was the best weekend I've had in a bloody long time! It was perfect" The Welshman couldn't fight off the smile that was breaking out across his lips as he re-remembered their antics.

"Good" Tosh grinned, "Any elaborations on perfect? Like, what did you do? Where did you go? Which hotel did you stay in? Etc…"

"Well… we did a general tour of London, we walked around a couple of the parks, we went to go and see the Sound of Music – which was incredible, I think it's ruined the DVD for me it was that good – and, oh my gosh we stayed in the Savoy!" He gushed out in one excited burst.

"The Savoy?"

"Yes! The Savoy! I made him swear never to tell me how much the room cost because I think I would be eaten alive with guilt if he did, but it was so gorgeous and the food in the restaurant was amazing and there was champagne and a giant bath tub like on Pretty Woman!"

"It sounds wonderful; I still can't believe he took you to the Savoy though! I mean, I know he's clearly well off, but even by Jack's standards this was a pretty significant gesture, you're one lucky man"

"I know…" Ianto smiled slightly sadly, "I don't really deserve it, I still haven't told my family and so I'm still asking him to pretty much conceal our relationship whilst we're in Cardiff, which I know isn't fair because it was so lovely to be able to just act naturally in London and…"

"Ianto don't worry; as I said the Savoy is a big gesture, he must like you a lot, I'm certain he'll wait a little longer"

"I know he will but I feel bad asking him to! Especially now… now that… well, in London he told me that he loves me" Ianto grinned.

"Really? That's, well that's a surprise, but that's great" Tosh grinned back, "You do feel the same way don't you?"

"Of course, which is why I'm really not too keen on the idea of hiding it either."

"Then don't. Just tell Rhi and your mum and get it over with"

"Easier said than done I'm afraid…" Ianto sighed, "I'll be fine telling Rhiannon, she won't care – in fact, I might tell her sooner rather than later – but Mam… I don't know what I'd do if she disapproved or disowned me or something, because apart from Rhi she's the only real family I have and as much as I'd like to think she's be supportive, I'm scared of how she'll take it…"

"Ianto if she really loves you, which of course she does, she'll come around to the idea perfectly fine, whether it takes her two seconds or two years. Before she gets there things might be a bit rough, but it'll be well worth it in the end."

"I know, you're right. It's just, it's hard telling people things about yourself, especially family." The Welshman sighed.

"Yeah it is, but you'll pluck up the courage sooner or later, if only because you can't stand keeping it to yourself anymore" Tosh smiled back reassuringly.

"Thanks Tosh" Ianto smiled.

"Oh and speaking of Rhiannon, she rang at about ten this morning wanting to speak to you, I told her to try your mobile… did she get through?"

"No, it died on the way home on the train and I didn't pack my charger, I'll have to ring her back later – did she say what it was that she wanted?"

"No not really, just that she'd found something interesting that she wanted to discuss with you, and that she'd try your mobile but for me to pass on a message just in case you didn't pick up"

"Ok" Ianto nodded, "Cheers, I'll call her after work. Umm… you didn't tell her where I was did you?" Ianto asked nervously.

"What? That you were on a romantic get away with your new boyfriend? No, I just told her that you'd gone into work a bit early"

Ianto breathed a sigh of relief, "You're an angel, thank you! I'd better get changed; I've got to be at the library in thirty minutes!" He finished, glancing at his wrist watch.

"Oh no Mr, there's still one thing we haven't covered and I'm not letting you leave until we do!"

Ianto rolled his eyes, "What?" He asked despite the fact that he knew exactly what she meant.

"Did you two… err… you know…?" She asked, suggestively arching her eyebrows upwards.

"Maybe…" Ianto replied, blushing a bright shade of scarlet.

"Oh so it was a dirty weekend after all then!" Tosh announced triumphantly.

"Maybe…" Ianto repeated, incredibly unwilling to offload any further details.

"So… how was it?"

"Really? Are we really going to do this? Come on Tosh, I really don't feel all that comfortable talking about it, and I'm sure you'd feel the same the second I started talking about it!"

"So this isn't alright, but it was perfectly alright for you to ask me how to give a blow job?"

"I never asked you that!"

"No, but you were about to!"

"When?"

"Just before you left for London you said to me, 'Tosh how do I give a… oh never mind I'll Google it' or something like that anyway, now, give the context of our previous conversation it had to be something along those lines that you were asking…"

"I was not going to ask you that!" The Welshman lied, "I was… I was just going to ask… ask how you give a… a… Chinese burn that's all! In case Jack got a little irritating after two days"

"Oh really?" Tosh raised up one eyebrow sceptically.

"Yes, really" Ianto lied again.

"Well then, was Google useful?" She asked teasingly.

"Yes thank you" Ianto mumbled quietly before heading into his room to change.

The Welshman was changed and freshened up and leaving the apartment in no time at all, and was soon pitching up at the library to read to his familiar group of children; Cinderella and the Gingerbread Man were this morning's choice which seem to please the eagerly awaiting crowd of youngsters. As per usual, Ianto made the extra effort to capture the voices of the different characters, saving the most ridiculous accents for the two ugly step sisters and deciding upon a heavy cockney accent for the Gingerbread man, laughing to himself when one of the small children told him off for not pronouncing his 'Ts' and 'Hs' properly whilst playing that particular role. Before starting he made a quick sweep of the group with his eyes, and of nearby hiding spaces, to check and make sure that Jack wasn't secretly watching, but the coast seemed to be clear so he was free to get as involved with the stories as he liked without feeling embarrassed. Once the hour was up and Ianto had said goodbye to reluctant-to-leave children who were hankering after more and grateful parents who were glad of the hour's activity for their children, the Welshman strolled over to the central desk and sighed leaning up against its side.

"Were they a bit of a handful this morning?" Lucy asked as she checked through a pile of recently returned books.

"No, no, it's not that. I'm just a bit depressed to be back after my weekend in London." Ianto sighed again.

"What, Cardiff not good enough for you know is it?" She joked.

"Oh very funny, but you know what I mean… it's just a bit of a come down."

"I know what you mean… and that Jack of yours, he's gorgeous, I'm not surprised your sad to be away from him after a weekend together" She grinned wider.

"He does get a little irritating after a while though" The Welshman laughed, joking. In reality, he mused, he couldn't imagine being with Jack a long enough amount of time to ever find him truly irritating.

"Yeah but I bet you never get tired of looking at that face! I still can't believe you're going out with Jack Harkness.. I mean, not that I don't think you're good enough for him or anything like that it's just, well, that sort of thing doesn't really happen to normal people like us does it?" She laughed, "Well not to me anyway, I wouldn't mind finding a nice supermodel though…"

Ianto laughed, "It's funny, I always forget that he's a little bit famous. When we were in the park in London, some girl recognised him and it was so surreal that she knew who he was when I just think of him as Jack" He laughed further.

"I guess it's easy to forget when you know someone that well, but you can't forget how gorgeous he is though!"

"Honestly, I don't think I'm ever going to be able to introduce you to him properly, you see him once when he came to meet me after the children's a while back reading group and you're infatuated!" Ianto laughed, "I guess he just has that effect on people"

"Indeed" She grinned, "Oh, hey up, is that Rhiannon over there?"

Ianto looked up and sure enough there was Rhiannon heading over in their direction with an unreadable expression on her face, but with a walk that certainly gave the impression that she meant business.

The Welshman gulped, "She was trying to phone me earlier, I was going to call her back after work but I guess it couldn't wait… I'm alright to go and talk to her right?"

"Sure, 'course you are! You're only really in this morning to read to the children, technically you've clocked off already" Lucy chuckled, averting her attention back to her pile of books as Ianto made his way over to his sister.

"Rhi" He said by way of a greeting with a large, cheerful and slight forced smile on his face as he went to hug his sister. He wasn't entirely sure why, but knowing that his older sister had something to discuss with him always unsettles his stomach a little.

"Yan" She smiled back, relaxing into a quick hug and ruffling his hair as she always did.

"So… what's up? Tosh said you'd called, my mobile was dead so I couldn't get your messages earlier…" Ianto began nervously.

"I don't know what the point is in you having a mobile really if you're never going to use it! You're practically worse than Mam is and that's saying something, hers is always off unless she wants to call someone and I think the same £5 top up as lasted her for seven years now!" Rhiannon laughed.

"More like ten!" Ianto laughed back, "I'm not that bad am I honestly? I just forgot to charge it"

"Well I'll let you off this time Yan" She smiled.

"So… what was it you wanted?" Ianto asked again, biting his lip as he did so.

"Ah yes, well, two things, firstly will you come with mam and me to look at wedding dresses on Saturday next week? I know it's a bit girly, but you're always so smartly dressed and seem to have an eye for it all, I thought you'd be a lot of help and it'll be nice to do something all as a family, seeing as we don't do a lot anymore"

"Of course I'll come" Ianto smiled, "I can't have you walking down the aisle in some hideous overly puffy 90s design which mam would probably pick out" He laughed.

"Thank you! I definitely don't want to end up wearing a meringue!" She joined in the laughter.

"What was the other thing?"

"The other thing… yes… well, I don't quite know how to bring it up really, I mean, I could be jumping to all the wrong conclusions, it might not be at all what it looks like, and I suppose if it is it's really none of my business…" Rhiannon mumbled, suddenly feeling a little awkward.

"What on Earth are you going on about?"

"Well… you've been seen"

"Seen? Seen when? What does seen mean?" Ianto asked, confused.

"You know my friend Sian? Well, she saw a picture of you in a park in London… with a man… a very handsome man she said, a model in fact… I've forgotten who she said it was now…"

Ianto froze for a split second; it must have been the photograph of him and Jack, the photograph that he'd let the girl Sophie take on Saturday, the one that he had suspected might be seen by Rhiannon at some point… but not this fast! He wasn't prepared yet, he didn't know what to tell her or how she would react, and to make matters worse he was suddenly forgetting how to use his lungs.

"Ianto?" Rhiannon asked, frowning.

"Yeah, sorry, just had a moment" He replied taking in a large breath to catch himself up, "Umm… where did she see this picture?"

"On twitter. Apparently some girl posted it and tagged the model guy and it was being retweeted by lots of people and just popped up on her timeline. She wasn't sure if it was you at first, so she showed me and it's definitely you… so… who is he?" Bloody hell things really do spread quickly around the internet Ianto thought to himself.

"He's… he's" Who is he? Ianto thought frantically, who do I tell her that he is? My friend, my lover, my boyfriend, my partner? "He's Jack Harkness" He replied, opting for simple honesty.

"Oh of course, now I remember, that's who she said it was! He's quite dishy really; I loved that Ralph Lauren advert he did a few years back! So… umm…. How do you know him?" She asked intrigued.

Ianto breathed in deeply once again, it was now; now was the time to tell Rhiannon. He'd been thinking about telling her for a while, wanting to get it off his chest so that he and Jack could be as open as they wanted – he doubted that he would run into anyone who would tell his mam about the pair of them and she'd be the only person left to worry about after Rhi knew – and now she'd seen the photograph which so obviously screamed 'couple', that he just had to tell her whether he was ready to or not. "Tosh introduced us about four or so months ago now, at a party of his" He replied, endeavouring to slowly work up to revealing the whole truth.

"Uh-hu, so you two hit it off then?"

"You could say that…"

"You, umm, you seemed pretty cosy in that photograph… Sian thought that there definitely looked to be… chemistry between the two of you"

"Well we're quite close now" Ianto replied, wondering if it wouldn't be better just to come out quickly and say it, get it over with and out in the open.

"I see… so do you see much of him then?"

"A fair amount yeah" Ianto smiled, as memories of their weekend flashed briefly through his mind.

The smiled wasn't missed by Rhiannon, "Oh for heaven's sake Ianto! Let's stop skirting around the subject here, have you gone bender?" She asked quite bluntly.

"Umm… well… I… maybe…" Ianto stuttered, quite shocked by her sudden bluntness.

"No!" Rhiannon exclaimed, shocked but excitedly so, "Really?"

"Maybe…" Ianto repeated again.

"Oh shut up!" Rhiannon grinned.

"I'm not talking." Ianto replied sarcastically but smiling.

"Oh hark at you Mr hilarious! I can't believe it! I mean, as I said before you've always had good dress sense, and I know you like musicals… but I never would have guessed that you were gay, I mean, you went out with Lisa for so long!"

"Well, I'm not sure that I am gay… I mean, Jack's the only man I've ever been attracted to, I think that maybe it's not all men, it's just… him…" Ianto smiled again, pleased that his sister was taking things so positively.

"I don't blame you, he is rather gorgeous!" She laughed, "I don't mind by the way, just thought I'd better say, I don't care who you want to go out with as long as they make you happy – he does make you happy doesn't he?" She asked, suddenly taking on a very 'big sisterly' tone.

Ianto chuckled, "Very… he took me to London this weekend, that's when the photo was taken, and paid for us to stay in the Savoy and to go and see the Sound of Music! And he's cooked for me and we've been on picnics and lots of stuff, and I still can't believe that someone like him would be interested in someone like me, but he is and it's all just a bit too good to be true" He smiled.

"Wow, so it's pretty serious then?" She asked.

"I think so, I… I mean, well, I'm in love with him so yes, pretty serious" Ianto grinned wider.

"Wow" Rhiannon repeated.

"I would have told you about it earlier, I'm sorry, it's just well… you can imagine, I thought you'd be cool with it but I was still worried, and for a good while I wasn't even sure exactly what was going on myself or how I felt about feeling like this about another guy and I didn't want to tell you until I had things sorted in my head. This picture business kind of brought it forward, but I promise you I was going to tell you soon anyway!"

"That's alright, I completely understand. You've told me now anyway and that's what matters" She replied giving Ianto's shoulder a squeeze.

"I still need to tell Mam though… so don't tell her before I get the chance to" Ianto said, suddenly feeling nervous again at the prospect of telling his mother.

"I won't do, and there's no need to look so nervous! I'm sure she'll be fine too! She loves you and wants you to be happy just like I do, besides, I'm sure she'll be a little impressed that someone in the family is dating someone famous if nothing else" She giggle.

Ianto just rolled his eyes in response.

"What! You have to admit it's quite cool you dating a supermodel! I can't wait to meet him…"

"I bet you can't! You can't wait to rip into him with a million and one 'big sister' questions" Ianto joked.

"Quiet" She grinned, "That and…well… if he's as gorgeous as he is in the photos" She winked.

"Trust me, if anything he's more so" Ianto laughed, "But when I do introduce you, don't tell him I said that it'll only inflate his ego and we could really do without that"

Rhiannon laughed along with him, "I'm not making any promises"

"Well it's just as well that you aren't meeting right away then isn't it? I think I need to give the two of you some time to prepare anyway, I need to prep him on the sorts of questions you're bound to throw at him, and I need some time to prepare you for how ridiculously outrageous and flirtatious he can behave, it takes quite some getting used to!"

"Oh come on, he can't be that bad?"

"Oh no, he really is" The Welshman laughed, "Come on, I've finished work for the day, we can go and grab lunch and start the preparation work and talk dresses" Ianto smiled, grabbing his jacket before heading out of the library with his sister who was still excitedly asking him questions at the rate of a million a minute.