Chap 58
DAY TWO MORNING
Ianto looked at his breakfast and felt his mouth water. Perfectly cooked eggs and bacon.
Oh, he liked bacon and had hated the loss of it during his "C-days". He hummed as he watched his glass fill with freshly squeezed orange juice and the wink from the attractive young waitress was nice too.
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Jack looked at the mess on the floor and sighed.
"I don't want it!" Water screamed, throwing his spoon after the porridge.
"But you like porridge" Victoria wailed as she fell to her knees to clean the mess up.
"That's not Taddy's porridge!" Walter pouted, then the lip wobble was employed and Jack sighed.
"What would my saggy baggy bum like?" he offered.
"I want … toast!"
"OK, marmalade?" Jack rushed to comply.
"Bananas, cut the way Taddy does it."
Jack's hands shook as he carefully cut them in a long run to cover each slice.
"OK Honey?" Jack simpered and Walter sniffed at it warily.
"Did you sprinkle brown sugar?"
"Shit!" Jack muttered reaching for the bowl.
"Jack, do you think that's good for …. His … never mind" Victoria wilted as the Jones Stare turned to her.
"Yes Grandmother?" Walter said in an eerie voice.
"Nothing baby, just don't want to ruin your lovely lunch" she smiled.
Walter's eyes rolled to the box.
"Toshi made it for you before you got up" Jack said quickly. "Uncle Owen and Aunty Tosh dropped off some books on gardening for me."
"Oh. Good!" Walter took a bite of toast and looked at it again, another sniff needed.
Jack carefully placed his backpack on his little shoulders and declared him "School Ready" then Walter waltzed over to Victoria and presented his cheek for a goodbye kiss.
After a moment she presented hers and was delighted when he reciprocated.
Jack drove carefully as Walter looked at the fuel gage, speedometer and such before settling back in his seat.
"What will dinner be daddy bum?" Walter said as his head seemed to swivel on his shoulders.
"Um, Maccas? With extra chicken nuggets for my special boy?" Jack whined hopefully.
"Good Daddy" Walter nodded, walking into the school gates, "very good!"
It wasn't until he was driving home that Jack realised he had just been played, Jones style.