Unfortunately, this is the last chapter of the series, but I am planning a follow up series for anyone who's interested! Thanks so much for reading, and please don't forget to check out my new series; Better Left Unsaid: .net/s/5756640/1/Better_Left_Unsaid. Thanks so much! :D x
Jack and Ianto kissed, breathlessly. They were back at Jack's. And being in the older man's arms, Ianto couldn't remember a time he had felt this whole. Emily had been amazing, and Ianto would always love her, in a way. But he needed Jack. There wasn't a part of Ianto that didn't admire, cherish and love Jack. Ianto had never been perfect; the last few weeks had proved that. But Jack made him feel close to perfect, something Ianto hadn't felt in a long time. Ianto knew he would always love Jack, he was unlike anyone he'd ever met before, and Ianto knew he was so lucky to have someone this amazing. That's what Jack was, amazing. He always left Ianto speechless, reduced him to a nervous wreck.
As Jack broke the kiss, and stared deep into his lover's eyes, Ianto said the first thing that popped into his head.
"How did John know?"
Jack blinked. "What?"
"How did John know? About me and you, and Emily and Owen?"
Jack shifted a bit. "Ah, it's top secret."
Ianto just looked at him. "Jack. Tell me." Jack smiled.
"Quite simple, really. He takes after his dad with the super-spy training." Ianto was about to question this, what the hell was that supposed to mean, but he was too eager to know about John's little secret to care.
"I always did love James Bond." Ianto said, wistfully.
Jack raised an eyebrow, but continued regardless. "You need to stop leaving your diary lying around."
"Bloody hell!" Ianto shook his head. "I don't believe it! He...he read my diary?" Jack laughed.
"I can't believe he did that." Ianto said. "Bugger."
"Aw, come on." Ianto pouted. "Oh God," Jack moaned. "You know what that does to me." Ianto laughed, but continued to pout. Jack leant forward to kiss the younger man, but Ianto darted out of the way. "Oh no you don't..." Ianto grinned, cheekily, and then ran up the stairs. He didn't have to look round to know that Jack was in close pursuit...
Ianto woke up late the next morning, rolling over and smiling at the beautiful man lying next to him. Jack looked adorable when he slept. Even more perfect than real life. And Ianto hadn't even known that was possible.
He was pleased Jack was still asleep. He wanted these few minutes to collect his thoughts, really think this through. Emily had seemed genuine when she said he was allowed to see the kids whenever he wanted. And Jack was great with them, so that wouldn't be a problem. Clearly John adored him. And he couldn't really blame him. Joanna had taken it brilliantly, and Matthew didn't understand what was going on, which was probably a good thing.
Ianto slipped out of bed, silently, and padded down the stairs, throwing on only a pair of tracksuit bottoms which he had changed into when he was at Jack's. They had been flung on the floor after last nights...antics, and they were the first thing Ianto found.
When he reached the foot of the stairs, Ianto saw there was a wad of post covering the mat. He bent over to pick up the letters, when he heard Jack's low whistle.
"Do you have any idea what the view is like from here?" Ianto felt a smile spread across his face. He turned around, the letters in his hand. He raised an eyebrow as he replied: "I suppose you're not complaining?" Jack shook his head, immediately, practically running down the stairs.
"Absolutely not. I wouldn't dare." Jack teased. Ianto faked horror, slapping Jack's arse with his free hand as the older man made his way into the kitchen.
"What are you implying?!" He mock-gasped.
"Oh, nothing..." Jack grinned. He, too, was only in tracksuit bottoms, and he looked incredible.
"You better not be." Ianto warned, sternly.
"Will you have to punish me if I do?" Jack asked, innocently, turning and giving Ianto a winning smile as he stood in the doorway of the large kitchen.
"You may give me no choice." Ianto said, trying hard not to crack and laugh.
"Don't know what you mean..." Jack replied.
"Oh, I think you do."
"Nope...not a clue." Ianto dropped the post on the side, grabbing Jack in a loving embrace. He kissed him, slowly, savouring every piece of the older man he was offered. He wondered if he'd ever get used to kissing a man. But that didn't seem to matter to Ianto anymore, he just thought of Jack as a...person. Not as a man. Just another person. Just another person he happened to fall in love with.
Jack was teasing him with his hands, and Ianto decided to give as good as he got. He suddenly pulled away, leaving Jack staring at him confusedly. "So..." Ianto grinned. "Post?" Jack groaned, picking up the letters and flicking through them, not looking at any of them.
"Nope, nothing exciting." Jack said, looking Ianto expectantly, but Ianto instead grabbed the letters, throwing back the ones that didn't look any good. But he stopped when he found one addressed to him. "Ianto?" Jack asked. "What is it?"
"A letter." Ianto said, quietly.
"Er, yes, I can see that."
"Well, I suppose you should open it then," Jack said, smiling. Ianto just looked at him.
"Alright." Ianto pulled his finger underneath the sealing flap, slicing it open. A single thing fell out. And Ianto recognized it instantly.
It was the picture Mattie had drawn him, before this all started. The 'my family' one that he'd been so proud of. And peering at it now, Ianto could see his son had added someone.
There he was, next to Ianto. The Welshman looked up at his lover, eyes full of tears. He turned the piece of paper so Jack could see it. And the smile that broke across Jack's face was blinding. "I suppose its official." Ianto said, grinning. "You're one of us."