17

Frankie had been fussing at bedtime, so it had taken longer, no doubt still getting used to the noise and light and such, all still so new. Ianto had revelled in it, crooning softly as he spent the time to stand by the crib, patting the little back. Then wheel it over to beside the bed once the little guy was asleep and Jack's light was off. When he finally got into bed, he expected Jack to be asleep but instead, he was laying there as if waiting for him, but when he got in Jack rolled away. Strange, maybe he's just tired. After all, this is a big adjustment.

Ianto settled in and closed his eyes, waiting for sleep but he felt tension in the air. After almost half an hour Ianto rolled to find Jack laying on his back staring at the ceiling. "Cariad, what is it?"

"Hmmm?"

"What are you chewing on. Come on, share it and maybe we can work it out" Ianto offered despite being so damned tired "What's wrong?"

"Did you mean it?"

"Mean what?"

"Mama's name. That you will not let me use it for one of our girls?"

Ianto was instantly awake, aware and confused "Jack… our first born son has your father's name… the second name is not my father's as I do not want him in my child's life. My Grandy, who loved and cared for me is the second name"

"My mother… she loved and cared for me" Jack was sullen now.

Biting back that she seemed not to care much for Gray, Ianto exclaimed "You know this is something I do not care to speak about. I always thought our next child of our blood would be a girl and I would like my mother's name. Jennifer. Then the second name to either be your sister Rose or your Grandmother with that wicked sense of humour Abigail. I loved her laugh, remember the sweets in her pockets?"

"Beryl is not a terrible name, not for a second one right? Who says I want your mother's name as the first one? After all, what good was she in the end when your life was taken away and Mamaw adopted you. Do you think maybe her name as a second one instead?"

"So… my family names would always be second names, your family names first?" Ianto frowned

"And what is this idea of you choosing the names?"

"I did not choose the names. WE chose the names. We had four we were sorting out, he came out and looked like you … and your father. Like a Frankie. I didn't realize I had to cower and wait for my beloved master to choose. What, you wanted Jackson?" Ianto as sitting up now, all visages of sleep gone as he glowered at his husband "Where the fuck is all this coming from?"

"I just think my family needs to get some space here, after all Frankie is the image of me and Dad, what if the next one comes out looking just like mama. Will you not love her?" Jack demanded.

"Where is this coming from" Ianto repeated, even if he hated doing so and he popped onto a hip to look down a tJack "Jack? What are you thinking?"

"Just… I don't want you taking over everything and me being second fiddle. I mean, Rose might have wanted to use dad's name for her firstborn son, we sort of took that from her and did we really do it for little Frankie, or to please dad? Do we really need his money that much? All this for a piece of the will?"

"What?" now Ianto was struck dumb. A rarity but Jack can manage it.

"You said we had our own money, we didn't have to have anyone else's but now… was this some ploy for Dad's will?"

"Rose" Ianto said with sudden clarity "Roe was talking to you while I was changing Frankie's outfit… really? She said all this? Put this in your head?"

"Well, is she wrong?"

Ianto's feet were swinging off the bed as he turned his back on Jack and as he rose to slip his feet into his slippers he said over hiss shoulder "Like I have said numerous times, we do not need or want you father's money. If he leaves it all to charity so be it. To Rose, to the fucking dog. Whatever. We are both millionaires, we have more than enough for any and all children we bring into this family unit."

"But…"

"… if there is one" Ianto finished, turning now to face the bed with his face full of rage "But fuck you Jack Harkness-Jones. Fuck you very much for reminding my how much your family hate me. All this time… I let her back in against my better judgement, I allowed her to be part of Frankie's little life because I knew you wanted it so, and she is not only going to try to undermine my place here as your partner by making you question my logic but she is also going to make sure that the joy of these first few days is marred. Well… fuck both of you."

Jack was sitting up now "Hang on.. Ianto…"

Ianor had seized the edge of the crib, and was glad it was on casters as he started to roll it out of the room "ME an Frankie will be in the nursery. You can get some sleep with all your money and think of ways to make sure Rose gets some in your will… by all means. I will leave everything I own to Frankie… and any other child in MY family unit. You decide what you want, how you want it and then… then try and decide if you still want this too. Because right now… you can go fuck yourself and as for your sister… well… kudos to Rose. She finally made a low-blow move I didn't see coming."

"Ianto…"

"No. No, I will not let Frankie be here in this atmosphere when I want to cleave your skull to match the knife strike you just made to my heart. Fuck you!"

The door swung closed and Jack sat there with his mouth open, the voice of his beloved choking on the last words and he realized Ianto had been starting to cry.

Shit.

"It was just a question" Jack roared at the closed door, confused as hell.

In the nursery Ianto locked the door with a childish flourish then sat to look at the sleeping bub.

"Rose" he said softly "A bitch by any other name. Eh?"

Should have just called her Beryl the second.