Driving
CJ looked at his classmates with growing dread as a familiar screech of brakes heralded the arrival of his parents.
His Dad was the first one out, swinging around the door with a swish of flair as he turned to simultaneously shout at his partner who was still struggling with the safety belt and move toward the group of teenagers.
With a sigh and roll of his eyes, CJ started to walk slowly to his doom.
"Well?" his father demanded with his hands on his hips and one eyebrow hitched.
"It's not that bad!" CJ tried bravado, "Only dented the fender and Mr Gorrison said next time he might even keep his eyes open for the whole lesson."
"Ha! Told you he'd be OK" his father crowed as he turned to address the flustered arrival of his partner.
"Dented fender? I thought your driving instructor had his hand on the handbrake" Ianto's eyes widened as he tried to remember if they were liable for any damage done to the school car or not.
"Tad! I did fine! Look, even got a note for ya" CJ thrust the paper at Ianto while still grinning at his Dad who was grinning back like the Cheshire cat in front of a mirror.
"Only a matter of time before the SUV needs a spare set of keys then, aye Yan?" Jack smiled.
"What?" Ianto hadn't intended his voice to squeak like that but he definitely knew that they were not covered on their insurance for that!
CJ felt more than heard his Tad's displeasure at the promise and shrugged it off at he headed for the car.
"It's OK Dad, at least Tad can't get a booster seat in my bloody size!" he muttered as he passed Jack.
Jack sighed and pulled his son into a hug, not caring if his friends saw CJ returned it.
"Come on then, the Roast needs basting!" Ianto droned, passing them to reach for the passenger door.
"Shotgun!" CJ yelled, slipping around his Tad and into the front seat with the same grace and flare his father had shown exiting from the opposite side not five minutes earlier.
With a grunt Ianto looked over at Jack for backup only to find a door slamming shut as the two in the front argued about stopping for sushi or pizza, Ianto's Roast comment totally ignored.
Ianto groaned softly and sank back into the back seat as he resigned himself to another quiet night of ironing and arguing the twins through their remedial reading homework as the two Harkness men moved onto what version of Halo they would play after dinner.