52
The party was winding down and Jack was watching Ianto wind down as well.
Many partygoers had left, Jack's own mother seemed to want to snuggle with Walter in his room. Jack was still amazed to find a room just for Walter, like the one just for Ianto.
Since they were cajoled by Idris into staying the night when they found both Victoria and Walter fast asleep, they thought it might be an idea to call it on account of lethargy.
He carefully bundled Ianto towards the room Idris had named as Ianto's, complete with baby cot for the Babbit. Their drunken feet catching each other like they were playing tag as they stumbled into the room.
Ianto was happy, sitting on the edge of the bed listening to the distant barking of one of the dogs, no doubt chasing Skidmark still.
Jack had knelt to remove Ianto's shoes when he froze, then looked up.
"This is in case you die!" he accused and Ianto was shook from his "snoozeus interuptus".
"Huh?" Ianto blinked.
"You did this, carved my name …. " Jack was angry now, striding around, "So if you die I have the clan to help me through."
Ianto sighed and flopped back.
"Can we fight tomorrow?" Ianto yawned, "I'm tired Cariad."
"No!" Jack growled quietly, mindful of the sleeping baby, "I will bloody not let it lie!"
"Jack, this is about us." Ianto waved his hand about, "Not them. Not what they think!"
"No? In two days Owen will tell us if you are still in remission or … not." Jack glared, "You did this so the Halletts can't have him, and I don't lose them to the system!"
"Stop it!" Ianto felt his own anger flare as he sat up. "How dare you make this about them. You don't think I wanted this?"
Ianto stood with his hands on his hips as he glared back at Jack. His trousers he had been undoing were pooled around his feet showing his red silk boxers.
"Go ask Idris" Ianto spat, "Go on you son of a bitch. Oh, that sounds good, go on son of a bitch. Go ask Idris when I first asked him about this. Go on!"
"Ianto?" Jack felt himself deflate as the alcohol buzz wore off. "Ianto?"
"I have been talking about this with Idris since I finalised the papers with the Babbit" Ianto pointed at the sleeping baby.
"How dare you be so fucking fatalistic!" Ianto slumped back on the bed and sniffed as his anger fled, leaving sorrow finding a home.
"Bastard" Ianto muttered, climbing into the bed.
"Ianto?" Jack slid into the other side of the bed and poked the lump.
"Fuck off bastard" Ianto muttered and Jack giggled.
"Ianto!" he poked him again.
"Fuck off bastard" Ianto repeated.
"I'm sorry?" Jack whispered.
"Sleep!" Ianto demanded and Jack sighed.
"Sorry"
"Sleep"
"Love you."
"Love you too, Bastard!"