Chap 56
DAY ONE
Ianto relaxed in the hot tub.
The three day spa had been a wonderful gift and as he shuffled lower in the water he wondered how things were going at home. Maybe he should call home and check in before dinner.
He started to giggle and stifled it as he found snoozing a better decision.
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Jack stood in the middle of the main room as tears threatened.
Walter was up on the stairs screaming with rage. Myfanwy was at the bottom of the stairs barking at her wayward child and Noah was in his beanie screaming with anger at being overshadowed.
Victoria ran in to the room and looked at the naked child who was defiantly wriggling his hips as he declared his swimming togs "Crappy!"
Walter Harkness, get down here this instant!" she chose just the right words for the moment and found an irate little man crawling onto the sofa next to her to speak directly into her face.
"My name is Walter Harkness-Jones thank you very much" each word was spoken slowly and deliberately as he held his face close to hers. "Daddy might forget he's mine when he leaves my mummy and Taddy's name off his but I know who I am. I was a Jones long before Daddy came along!"
Victoria opened her mouth to protest and Walter growled.
"My Taddy loves me, he loved me first and he loves me forever!" he snarled, "Daddy forgets sometimes and makes my Taddy cry. I am a Jones!"
"Walter" Jack said softly.
"You forget Taddy when you don't say his name but that means you forget me too!" Walter pouted.
The Babbit had fallen silent like he was waiting for a response as well and Jack groaned, "I didn't know I was."
"You do!" Walter accused. "My Taddy makes a face when you do it like you stepped on his foot so you step on his feelings!"
"Ah, damn it!" Jack collapsed onto the sofa.
"That doesn't explain why you are naked" Victoria pointed out calmly.
"Oh. Myfanwy pulled me through the muddy garden and I put my clothes in the wash" Walter shrugged.
"Oh my god" Jack rushed to the patio to find the garden that wrapped around the side fence totally devastated with a huge swathe cut through it the size of Walter's body.
Jack then saw the footprints.
The muddy footprints that stomped through the back of the house to the laundry didn't look that good either.
"Oh god," Jack moaned, "Ianto's gonna kill me!"