24

Flynn entered the house quietly and Ianto canted his head as he listened for the usual shouting and announcements but nothing came from neither child nor mate. Ianto felt something shift and he rose, walking out to find the reason for the silence and he found Jack holding a weeping child as he struggled to get their jackets off.

"Flynnie?" Ianto asked as he reached for his son and Flynn turned his head making Ianto gasp with horror at the hunk of hair missing from one side of his head.

"Malcolm cut my hair with the craft scissors" Flynn sobbed, "Tadda, I look stupid."

"Oh punky" Ianto sighed cuddling his child to him tightly as he looked around as though he might find an answer in the foyer. Jack saw Ianto's' panic and sighed.

"I think he is much too old for the hair cut he had anyway" he said calmly, "I think he is big enough to go to my barber's and get a man's hair cut."

Sobbing turned to sniffling as the little one wiped his face on his Taddy' shirt and blinked owlishly at his Daddy, "Really?"

"Well son, it was getting so long I could braid it." Jack said with a huff, "really a handsome man like you could look ten times more grown up. Look at Will Smith, Kanye or Will. . They have awesome hairdos."

Now the little face was looking hopeful, "Can we really?"

"I don't see why not" Jack said as he looked at the now calm Welshman, "Taddy? Shall we take our boy in to get his first grownup do?"

"Sounds like a plan sexy beast" Ianto murmured, his affection thrumming, "what a wonderful plan. Flynn can get some hair products and stuff too. Wow, getting so grown up."

Ianto knew as soon as he set eyes in the man that we was not human but he wore it well, his gasps as he saw the lopsided child sealing his fate as someone who would see a lot more of this clan.

"Good grief" Giorgio said as he flapped the cape around the child, "I do hope the wild beast that attacked you and mistook your head for a bush does not get a tummy ache."

Flynn giggled as he watched in the mirror, clippers making short work of his fro….literally.

He stared at the reflection with surprise as he looked more like his Taddy than ever, his father's eyes were blue but even Flynn's brown ones held the Jones storms. Flynn grinned and swung in the chair to look at his parents, "well? Do I look grown up?"

"By the gods, you look ready to drive us home" Jack laughed happily as his son preened in the mirror.

"I look like Bruno Mars" Flynn gasped as he patted his head, "I need a hat. Taddy, I need a hat. A nice one I can pull down and do the pout thing. Can I have a hat?"

Ianto blinked and glanced at Jack who shrugged, "I don't see why not love. We can go shopping for a hat."

"I might get one too" Ianto said after considering, "I used to wear one a lot but your Mum stole it all the time. When she died I let her keep it in the coffin. I need another one too. I like brims."

Flynn looked super exited as he waited impatiently for them to pay and leave the shop, Jack looking for a millinery shop. He drove there and then spent a fun hour watching his beloved revert to a childlike state with their son as they tried on hats and pretended. Pirates, police and a sexy leather number Jack slid into the basket.

Flynn watched his Tad adjust the brim on a creamy hat with a band and then he spied a red one the same and he snatched it up, hoping he would look at suave.

He did.

His shoes were almost the same and he posed, popping a hip or sliding his hands in his pockets and sneering at himself before declaring this hat the one.

"I agree" Jack laughed, "You look so cool."

Flynn fairly floated to the McDonalds down the road, his concern now for the rule of no hats at the table and Ianto recognised the problem, "Flynn. Would you like to eat outside? Play in the playground while Dad and I eat too?"

The love and relief as Flynn looked up at the Taddy made Ianto lean over and heir hats brushed as he kissed him and let him carry his own tray. Just as Ianto carried his and Jack the second one, Flynn had a tray all to himself.

"Go pick a table, me and Tad will sit here" Jack said and Flynn placed his tray on the next table and grabbed a nugget from his tray before running to inspect the swings.

"Well done" Jack said softly to Ianto, "Not a single whimper at the fact he is eating and touching public areas."

"I tell myself his immune system needs it" Ianto sighed, "But when we get home he is having a bath. For the scratchy hair bits in his clothes."

"Of course love" Jack smiled, chewing his burger as their child squealed and enjoyed a day that had been going so wrong.

Until Daddy and Taddy fixed it.