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Chapter-29

After Jack left their underground home, Mary watched Wilfred...No Ianto, his birth name was Wilfred, but now he was Ianto and Mary openly accepted that this was his name to his family and friends, with great concern.

Taking her belongings into the room that Jack had said was his and Ianto's sons', Mary picked up Josh's little pjs, that were laid out on the bed, hugging them lovingly to her chest before putting them away on top of the dresser. Mary had met the little tyke during her earlier visit to the tourist office, before she knew for sure that Wil no, Ianto was her son. She had loved and adored him even then. In her heart she knew she had to do whatever she could to help her son regain everything he had lost, his happiness, and most of all his family.

After putting her things away, Mary returned to the family room to find Ianto scanning it while his facial expression flittered between different signs of emotion, from a smile to a grimace of pain, she knew this was a sign of his mind remembering more. Sitting on the large plush couch Mary called out to her son.

"Ianto... Ianto, please come sit here sweetheart", Mary patted the space beside her with a smile.

Ianto frowned, "Why are you calling me Ianto instead of Wilfred, mom?"

"Sweetheart, I love you more than life itself, it doesn't matter if you're called Wilfred or Ianto, you're still my son. You endured and survived a horrendous tragedy at an early age and went on to have a productive and happy life, you did that as Ianto." Mary explained. Kissing Ianto's forehead she smiled, "In my heart you will always be my little curious Wilfred".

"I love you too, mom", Ianto choked out as a single tear ran down his cheek. For the first time in his life he knew how a mother's love felt, his own mother having passed away when he was very young.

Mary and Ianto talked for hours before Jack returned. Ianto told her things he was remembering about his life with Jack, but some things he couldn't tell her or understand himself. He knew once he and Jack had a chance to talk he would better understand them.

The next morning Jack awakened to the aroma of freshly perked coffee and food coming into the open connecting door of his bunker from his underground home. Sitting on the edge of his camp bed, he ran his hands through his hair as he reflected back to the previous night's events.

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Jack had returned home with takeout from their favorite Italian restaurant and as Mary, Jack and Ianto enjoyed their dinner, Jack could feel Ianto staring at him, but always turning away when he looked back. Mary watched as this went on for ten minutes and decided to do something; Jack and Ianto needed to talk, not only for themselves, but also for their son; her grandson.

"Jack how did you and my son meet?" Mary asked, while smiling at Jack.

Ianto looked at Jack as a smile is shared between the two, Jack began telling Mary how Ianto had saved him from being attack, and after the incident they'd kept crossing each other's paths which lead to him offering Ianto a job, and the rest is history. Jack noticed Ianto's smile and that he showed no signs of remembering the angst with Lisa, he hoped that was a good thing.

Mary had accomplished what she set out to do. Jack and Ianto were talking, now it was time for her to retire for the night, giving Jack and Ianto more private time to reconnect. Closing the door to her bedroom she smiled, hearing Ianto asking questions, which Jack happily answered.

Feeling more confident Jack told Ianto about Josh. Ianto seemed to accept the fact that they had a son, then the headache started and Ianto rubbed his temples, he revealed having dreams of a baby crying. Jack knew this was an opportunity to tell Ianto everything about Josh, except his birth. Jack agreed with Owen that these memories should surface on their own, Jack hoped Ianto seeing Josh would do that. Later before going to their separate rooms and beds Jack took a chance, kissing Ianto tenderly on the lips which Ianto returned as they said goodnight.

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Jack sighed before heading to his bathroom. After showering and dressed he joined Mary and Ianto at the breakfast table in their home. As Ianto passed Jack a cup of coffee, he and Mary couldn't help but smile upon hearing Jack moan as he swallow down the delicious brew.

After overcoming his embarrassment Jack took a deep breath before speaking, "Mary you are a very important part of Ianto's life and our family. My instinct tells me we can trust you." At that moment the doorbell to their home rang playing moonlight serenade before Tosh, Owen and Gwen entered.

Jack had decided they would tell Mary about Torchwood together, Owen especially wanted to be there for Ianto, although he was showing great progress, amnesia is often difficult due to the lack of knowledge regarding the brain even with the progress medical research had made in the last 10 years.

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Abby arrived at the bookstore the same as every morning, only to find Mr. Davies there instead of Wilfred Junior.

"Could my morning get any worse?" Abby mumbled to herself. She had awakened fully dressed having spent the entire night sleeping on her couch. She couldn't remember how she made it home. Looking around she wondered where was Wilfred?

Since his arrival Wilfred Junior had taken over the responsibility of opening the bookstore, organizing everything for the day, lights on, books on display, money in the till and having coffee made in the office. Today she frowned finding Wilfred Senior; he and Mary usually came into the store later.

"Don't just stand there Abby, there's work to be done" Wilfred said as he placed new novels around the counter.

"Sorry, Mr. Davies, I was expecting your son to be here," Abby said. "He usually opens up in the morning."

"I know, but my wife decided to take him to visit her family, hoping it would help trigger his memory ", Wilfred explained with a smile.

Abby nods in response as she lays her purse and newspaper on the counter, removing her jacket before starting. Wilfred Senior's eyes spotted the large scripted headline 'Renowned Doctor found dead' .In smaller print below the headline he read, "Co-founder of Hughes and Steward Health Facility, Dr. Michael Steward dead of apparent heart attack ". Grabbing the paper he rapidly read the article while rushing into his office.

Closing the door, Wilfred senior dialed Victor with rapid speed,

"Hi, Wilfred, Carl and I..."

"Victor, Victor, listen to me, have you seen the morning paper?!" Wilfred shouted.

"Calm down, will you" Victor growled. "No I haven't, but where's the fire for Pete's sake."

"Victor, Dr. Steward is dead!" Wilfred yelled, "the paper say's a heart attack, but I'm not buying that. Didn't Carl's friend say this Harkness work for some secret government agency or something?"

"Wilfred will you pull yourself together?" Victor angrily snapped, "No I didn't read it. It's been on the news all morning, he was found in his office, the reported time of his death from what you said puts that Harkness poofter at your place. The cause of death was confirmed as a myocardial infarction. You need to keep it together mate, Carl and I are leaving for Cardiff, stick to the plan. We'll call you later."

Wilfred hung up the phone, staring at the newspaper headline with a frown etched firmly across his face. "This isn't good, isn't good at all".

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