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Torchwood IMs: Breaking the News
Title: Breaking the News
Chapter: 89
Characters: Ianto Jones, Jack Harkness, Gwen Cooper, OFC
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
a_silver_story
Genre Humour, smut, angst
Rating: G
Warnings: M.M
Disclaimer: If I owned anything in this, I'd be a rich rich rich bitch. However, I am not a rich rich rich bitch so you may all, therefore, assume I own nothing. Which I don't. It all belongs RTD and the BBC, in case any of you didn't know.
Summary: See title, really.
FIRST PART | Ianto and Gwen's IM's
PREVIOUS | Torchwood Index/Masterlist
89 |
GWEN has entered the conversation
MR JONES: Hiiiiiii Gwen!
GWEN: Hiiiiiiii Ianto!
GWEN: You alright?
MR JONES: I’m brilliant, thank you. Yourself?
GWEN: Same old, same old.
GWEN: Where’ve you been? I tried ringing you this morning but there was no reply ...
MR JONES: Jack unplugged the alarm clock so that I’d oversleep and went to work without me ¬_¬
GWEN: Awwwwww. I suppose you’ve decided to take the whole day off then?
MR JONES: I’d rather miss a whole day than show up late.
MR JONES: All the other children will stare at me when I walk in.
GWEN: I don’t know whether that’s cute or if you really need your head sorting ;)
MR JONES: Probably both.
GWEN: So did Jack do anything special for your birthday?
MR JONES: He took me to a restaurant
GWEN: Oooo was it nice?
MR JONES: It had a six month waiting list!
GWEN: He probably booked it yesterday morning in a panic and had to pull some strings ;)
MR JONES: Haha! I thought that ... but then he ....
GWEN: ?
MR JONES: Meet for coffee in ten minutes!
GWEN: No! Tell me now! I can’t wait that long!
GWEN: Was it his gift? What did he get you?
MR JONES: I said meet me ^_^
GWEN: TELLLL MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
GWEN: *puppy eyes and sad face*
MR JONES: I think you’d prefer this conversation to happen face to face
MR JONES: It’ll be more fun face to face!
MR JONES: ... for me anyway ....
GWEN: Did he get you a stripper in a cape?
GWEN: *cake
MR JONES: hehehe no.
GWEN: He didn’t get you another hideous tie, did he?
MR JONES: Nope – I actually like this gift ... gift of sorts.
MR JONES: HANNNNG ON! I don’t think he got me an actual birthday present! :(
GWEN: Awwww. Maybe he ordered it off the internet and it hasn’t arrived yet? :)
MR JONES: Maybe he thought the Other Thing was enough, even though if he’d done it at any other point in the year he’d still have had to get me a birthday present.
GWEN: What was the Other Thinggggggggggg? TELLL MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
MR JONES: If you’re sure you want to know ....
GWEN: Yes; I bloody am!
MR JONES: Jack proposed!
GWEN: ... like ... engagement proposal?
MR JONES: YES!!!!!!!!!!!
GWEN: REALLY?
MR JONES: REALLY REAL REALLY!
GWEN: Last night?
GWEN: How did he do it? Did he get down on one knee, or did he do that vomit-worthy thing of hiding it in the cheesecake?
MR JONES: One knee – in front the entire restaurant. I nearly died.
GWEN: He got you a ring then?
MR JONES: YUP!
GWEN: What’s it like?#
MR JONES: Just a plain platinum band.
GWEN: Did he get one for himself or is just you having one or are you going to get him one or what?
MR JONES: He got himself a rose gold one.
GWEN: Awwwwwwwwwwwww.
GWEN: Have you any idea what season you’re doing it? Any dates in mind? OOooooo what venues????
MR JONES: Woah! We haven’t been engaged twelve hours!
GWEN: You must have a preference though ;)
MR JONES: I wouldn’t mind autumn.
GWEN: :o it’s nearly autumn!
MR JONES ... autumn 2010 ...
GWEN: Ohh Ianto! You really don’t want to go putting it off that long, surely?
MR JONES: Well ... I’m sure it’ll be fine. And Jack’s promised to hire some new field agents ASAP so I can stay at the hub and co-ordinate rather than being in ‘harm’s way’ as he put it.
GWEN: Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww IANTOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO THIS IS SO CUTE!
MR JONES: .... er ... thanks?
GWEN: REALLY THOUGH!
GWEN: If you need any advice on planning weddings ...
GWEN: ... don’t ask me. You and Rhys did most of mine ;)
MR JONES: Yeah. We’re probably going to have a bit of a less formal thing.
MR JONES: There’ll hopefully be less aliens, too.
GWEN: Will your mam be coming?
MR JONES: Hopefully!
MR JONES: Once we get a date, we can organise mam.
MR JONES: She doesn’t even know yet. You’re the first person I’ve told.
GWEN: Oooooh dear. I’ll not tell Rhys you told me first ;)
MR JONES: *worships at feet*
MR JONES: Thank you. I don’t see him ever forgiving me for this ;)
GWEN: Any thoughts on bridesmaids? Or .... what are you calling them? There’s no bride!
GWEN: ... or is one of you going to wearing a dress?
GWEN: I bet you would look good in a dress ;)
MR JONES: Jack looks better in a dress than I do. Play your cards right and you may be allowed to see the photographic evidence ;)
MR JONES: As for ‘bridesmaids’ ... I was thinking ‘flower girl’? Then again ‘flower girl’ implies she’ll be doing the ‘dropping the rose petals on the aisle’ thing, and there is no. way. that is happening. I mean, for one: it’s cheesy, and two: it’s an unnecessary mess that I would never, ever wish to inflict the cleaning up of onto another.
MR JONES: Maybe just ‘maid’.
GWEN: ‘Floral Assistance’?
MR JONES: haha. Just ‘girl in posh dress’ will suffice. I don’t know; I haven’t properly thought about it yet.
GWEN: Awwwwwww are you having an engagement party?
MR JONES: Erm ... we were gonna go down the pub?
MR JONES: Possibly have some sandwiches?
GWEN: Don’t be silly!
GWEN: Leave it to me, I’ll get something proper organised! Just get me a list of all of yours and Jack’s friends and family and contact details and I’ll throw you a party!
MR JONES: Okay ... but don’t rush me. We were planning on maybe getting a place of our own first.
GWEN: Jack’s moving out of the hub?
MR JONES: Sort of. We haven’t decided how the arrangements will go yet.
GWEN: You haven't thought about this at all!
MR JONES: It's been twelve hours!
GWEN: And you weren't too excited about the impending Big Day to sleep?
MR JONES: I was thinking more about the Bigger Things than the Big Day
GWEN: OMG YOU'RE THINKING ABOUT BABIES!!!!!!!!!!!
MR JONES: NO!
MR JONES: I was thinking about the change and the future and my future with Jack!
MR JONES: Getting married isn't just about the day, y'know ...
GWEN: YOU COULD ADOPT!
GWEN: Omg can I be Godmother?
GWEN: If you have a girl, would you call her either 'Gwen', 'Gwenllian' or 'Gwyneth'?
MR JONES: We're not thinking about babies!
MR JONES: I'm not even sure if I want children!
GWEN: :0
GWEN: But they're all cute and cuddly and funny and lovely and squidgy.
MR JONES: ... and sick-y and cry-y and keep daddies awake at night-y. They're also expensive, grow up to be hormonal, unappreciative grunting teenagers and are totally unavoidable as a life time commitment.
MR JONES: They're also squeaky and annoying.
GWEN: :0
MR JONES: They ARE! *hmph*
GWEN: Are you frightened you wouldn't be a good parent?
MR JONES: It doesn't matter whether or not I'd be a good parent. I'm not really planning on becoming one.
GWEN: You do realise that anything can happen?
GWEN: Y'know ... the first time I saw Jack he was joking about being pregnant ....
MR JONES: He assures me he was just joking, and that there is no actual conceivable way for a man to bear a child.
GWEN: Well ... with alien technology ...
MR JONES: *is not listening*
GWEN: What does your mam say about you getting a CP?
MR JONES: I haven't told her yet. I've tried calling her but I can't get through. And Rhiannon's at work, so she's going to have to wait.
MR JONES: I may drop in on Rhys at lunch with a danish and tell him my news since he's decided to actually do some work today.
GWEN: Oi! My hubby is a good, honest, hardworking Welshman!
MR JONES: *smiles and nods*
MR JONES: Of course he is ^_^
GWEN: :-P
GWEN: OOooooo gotta go! Rift alarmmmmmmmmmmm!
GWEN has left the conversation
~*~*~*~
ELSIE has entered the conversation
MR JONES: Hi, mam!
ELSIE: Hello munchkin x Happy Birthday for yesterday!
MR JONES: I tried ringing you but got no connection :(
ELSIE: Ohh my landline phone went. I've bought a new one, but I can't figure out that silly plug thing with the protective thing that slides down.
MR JONES: Ahhh okay.
MR JONES: So how's things?
ELSIE: Hot and sunny!
ELSIE: How's the wonderfully exotic Cardiff?
MR JONES: Never better :)
ELSIE: Good, good.
MR JONES: I have BIG NEWS!
ELSIE: Oh? Good news or bad news?
MR JONES: A bit of both.
MR JONES: Good news: Jack asked me to have a Civil Partnership!
MR JONES: Bad news: you're not getting grandchildren from me ...
ELSIE: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
ELSIE: When did he ask? How did he ask? Did he get you a ring? Did he go down on one knee? What did you say? Where were you when he popped the question?
MR JONES: Last night, on one knee, yes, see question two, 'alright then', having an Italian birthday meal.
ELSIE: Awwwwww! I'm smiling for you so much!
MR JONES: Jack says you're definitely coming to the service, even if he has to hijack a plane to get you here.
ELSIE: Ohhhh! He doesn't have to do that!
MR JONES: Even if you can afford the flight, mam, you'll be breaking yourself to get here. Jack says you can call the cost of the flight my dowry ;)
ELSIE: LOL. (yes, I know what that means).
ELSIE: If he puts it like that ... but I don't want to be a hindrance.
MR JONES: SHUT UP MAM, YOU'RE COMING.
ELSIE: Ooooo I'm excited now! What dates do you have in mind? Is there going to be a theme? What colours were you thinking? Is it going to be formal? I'm guessing it's not in a church ... who's going to be bridesmaid? Best Man/Men?
MR JONES: We got engaged less than thirteen hours ago! I haven't even thought about any of that yet!
MR JONES: Though I was thinking Autumn next year.
ELSIE: Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
ELSIE: I'm all excited! I'm going to have to tell the neighbours!
MR JONES: If you insist ....
ELSIE: :D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D
ELSIE: So ... you're not going to be adopting, then?
ELSIE: Maybe find a surrogate?
MR JONES: Anything could happen, mam.
MR JONES: ... but no ...
ELSIE: Does Jack feel like that?
MR JONES: I don't know. We haven't talked about it.
ELSIE: You're getting legally committed to each other and you don't know what either one wants for the future??? Ianto ..............
MR JONES: We'll have plenty of chance to talk! Getting engaged is hardly hook, line and sinker.
ELSIE: I suppose not. But you should really talk to him about all those things, just to make sure you're on the same page before you're trapped until death do you part.
MR JONES: ... yeah. You're right.
ELSIE: Sooo! What does your engagement ring look like? Does Jack have one, too?
MR JONES: Mine's platinum and Jack's is rose gold.
ELSIE: Why different?
MR JONES: Personal preference, I suppose. He got me platinum because he knows I think gold is tacky (thanks for that, chavs), and he's got rose gold because it 'compliments his skin tone'.
ELSIE: Awwwwww he thought about it!
MR JONES: I know. It surprised me, too.
ELSIE: How's he been since he asked?
MR JONES: He hasn't. stopped. talking.
ELSIE: Awww isn't he a darling?
ELSIE: Is he there?
MR JONES: No, he's at work. It's my day off today.
ELSIE: EEeeeeeee!
ELSIE: Have you told Rhiannon yet?
MR JONES: Not yet. I'm meeting her later.
MR JONES: I'm hoping to use her step-kids as maid and page boy
ELSIE: mmm.
MR JONES: You don't approve?
ELSIE: They're not really family, are they?
MR JONES: It's not their fault their dad was a prick. And Mica will look adorable on the photographs.
ELSIE: I suppose. It is your ceremony, after all.
MR JONES: Well, who else could I ask?
ELSIE: Cousin Myrtle has lots of little boys who look good in suits! And then there's cousin Tarrian - I bet she's getting big now! She's in Year two now, isn't she?
MR JONES: I suppose.
ELSIE: It's your ceremony, you decide.
MR JONES: I decide ... as long as you agree? ;)
ELSIE: Basically!
MR JONES: Okay okay. I suppose I should ask Myrtle first and see which of her boys are up for parading around.
ELSIE: awwww. See - much better!
MR JONES: Definitely.
ELSIE: Okay, it'd ridiculously late here now. I'm falling asleep at my computer.
MR JONES: Aww okay. You take care, mam x
ELSIE: I will do! xxxx
MR JONES: Byeeeeee
ELSIE: Love you x
MR JONES: Love you too xxxx
ELSIE: bye bye x
ELSIE has left the conversation
~*~*~*~
JACK has entered the conversation
JACK: Well hello there!
MR JONES: Hiya :)
MR JONES: Hard at work, I see.
JACK: Am I ever? o:-)
MR JONES: Fair point :-P
MR JONES: I told Gwen.
JACK: ¬_¬ I know. I've just escaped from her gushing at me about Autumn ceremonies.
MR JONES: She made me tell her. I tried to draw her away from the hub but she just kept on insisting and insisting and insisting ....
JACK: I know what she's like. Still, the marriage advice she gave me I'm sure will come in as invaluable.
MR JONES: ... marriage advice?
JACK: Yep. Apparently she know exactly what makes a marriage work.
MR JONES: I'd have thought trust, compromise and a helluva lot of chocolate would be the key.
JACK: She seems to think you're the wife, so she was telling me how to be a good husband ;)
MR JONES: ... don't make me grumble ...
JACK: It's true though. You are the wife!
MR JONES: I know, I know. You've told me before.
MR JONES: Listen, I was just talking to my mam. She says that we need to talk about the future ASAP and make sure we're both on the 'same page' as far as our future is concerned.
JACK: ....... okay.
MR JONES: What your thoughts are on children is basically all we really need to clear up. We know about houses and stuff.
JACK: Definitely! I'd love to have kids!
MR JONES: Oh. Great.
JACK: Obviously, not right away. A few years down the line.
MR JONES: Yeah, obviously.
JACK: Were you thinking adoption? Surrogacy?
MR JONES: Haven't given means that much thought, really.
JACK: That's okay! We've got time! ^_^
MR JONES: Yep. Plenty of time.
JACK: If we have a boy, we have to call him Jack.
MR JONES: No. We really don't.
JACK: Awwww!
MR JONES: We wouldn't be calling it 'Jack II' either. Or Ianto. Or 'Junior'.
JACK: You ruin my fun!
JACK: How many do you think we could have at one time? I once babysat twins. That was ... interesting ...
JACK: Oooo what if we had twins?
MR JONES: You love kids then?
JACK: Yeahhh!!!
JACK: That reminds me: you need to meet Alice.
MR JONES: When?
JACK: ASAP! Get her used to the idea before the ceremony.
JACK: I was thinking that Stephen could be the page boy?
MR JONES: That'll save me picking one from my cousin Myrtle's army.
JACK: Hahaha we could have done our own version of 'I'd Do Anything'!
MR JONES: Yeah .... I can see that going down well. "Ieuan! You could be Nancy!"
JACK: So yes: Mica and Stephen.
MR JONES: I was actually thinking about asking my littlest female cousin, Tarrian to do it.
JACK: Which one was Tarrian?
MR JONES: She was the one in the pink meringue at Eira's wedding. She kept yanking at Rhi's skirt. She's five or six now.
JACK: Won't Rhiannon be offended if you don't ask Mica?
MR JONES: Well, she's technically not family.
JACK: But I know Mica more than I know Tarrian. It'd make more sense to ask her.
MR JONES: I suppose so, but I doubt my mam will approve ...
JACK: So? It's our day!
MR JONES: Fair point. Okay, I'll ask Mica. Tarrian can be back up in case Mica's mam says no.
JACK: Yayyyy!
JACK: When were you thinking for the ceremony?
MR JONES: Autumn next year?
JACK: That's like ... a year away ....
JACK: Why not this year? We could do it in September, I bet, including time for planning and getting all the tailoring sorted.
MR JONES: September is next month!
MR JONES: That's rushing it a bit! I mean .... it's not like we've got forever, or anything ...
JACK: Ahh okay. We'll have the engagement party in September, then?
MR JONES: Gwen's in charge of the engagement party.
JACK: What happened to pub and sandwiches?
MR JONES: Gwen said that wouldn't do.
JACK: Awwww.
JACK: Well, you wanted a proper party anyway, didn't you?
MR JONES: Yeah :)
MR JONES: I couldn't find the time to plan it, but now we have Gwen!
JACK: I told you, when I employed her, that she would be useful ;)
MR JONES: Only took her three years :-P
JACK: Maybe she's expecting a bridesmaid request ...
MR JONES: ...... no.
MR JONES: I mean, I'll let her have a special role. I'll even make sure she gets a co-ordinating dress - but it's only you, me, Stephen and Mica/Tarrian on that aisle!
MR JONES: Which reminds me: have you been in touch with John?
JACK: Not yet.
MR JONES: Well, we've got time.
JACK: yep!
JACK: You asked Rhys about being Best Man yet?
MR JONES: He doesn't even know yet. I'm going to nip to his work at lunch time and break it to him over a Danish.
JACK: You better get going soon, then.
JACK: And when are you coming into work :(
MR JONES: I may drop in after visiting Rhys. I suppose you're both in need of coffee?
JACK: YES!
MR JONES: Hehehe!
MR JONES: I shall see you soon x
JACK: okayyyy xx
JACK: I'll think up some more baby names while you're gone :D
MR JONES: Hmmmmm okay. Though that's not for a long time yet ....
JACK: :D
MR JONES has left the conversation
FIN
Woo! Long time coming. Apologies for the wait, but my head is filled with bunnies, and they're reproducing like ... well, bunnies.
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Chapter: 89
Characters: Ianto Jones, Jack Harkness, Gwen Cooper, OFC
Author:
a_silver_storyGenre Humour, smut, angst
Rating: G
Warnings: M.M
Disclaimer: If I owned anything in this, I'd be a rich rich rich bitch. However, I am not a rich rich rich bitch so you may all, therefore, assume I own nothing. Which I don't. It all belongs RTD and the BBC, in case any of you didn't know.
Summary: See title, really.
FIRST PART | Ianto and Gwen's IM's
PREVIOUS | Torchwood Index/Masterlist
89 |
GWEN has entered the conversation
MR JONES: Hiiiiiii Gwen!
GWEN: Hiiiiiiii Ianto!
GWEN: You alright?
MR JONES: I’m brilliant, thank you. Yourself?
GWEN: Same old, same old.
GWEN: Where’ve you been? I tried ringing you this morning but there was no reply ...
MR JONES: Jack unplugged the alarm clock so that I’d oversleep and went to work without me ¬_¬
GWEN: Awwwwww. I suppose you’ve decided to take the whole day off then?
MR JONES: I’d rather miss a whole day than show up late.
MR JONES: All the other children will stare at me when I walk in.
GWEN: I don’t know whether that’s cute or if you really need your head sorting ;)
MR JONES: Probably both.
GWEN: So did Jack do anything special for your birthday?
MR JONES: He took me to a restaurant
GWEN: Oooo was it nice?
MR JONES: It had a six month waiting list!
GWEN: He probably booked it yesterday morning in a panic and had to pull some strings ;)
MR JONES: Haha! I thought that ... but then he ....
GWEN: ?
MR JONES: Meet for coffee in ten minutes!
GWEN: No! Tell me now! I can’t wait that long!
GWEN: Was it his gift? What did he get you?
MR JONES: I said meet me ^_^
GWEN: TELLLL MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
GWEN: *puppy eyes and sad face*
MR JONES: I think you’d prefer this conversation to happen face to face
MR JONES: It’ll be more fun face to face!
MR JONES: ... for me anyway ....
GWEN: Did he get you a stripper in a cape?
GWEN: *cake
MR JONES: hehehe no.
GWEN: He didn’t get you another hideous tie, did he?
MR JONES: Nope – I actually like this gift ... gift of sorts.
MR JONES: HANNNNG ON! I don’t think he got me an actual birthday present! :(
GWEN: Awwww. Maybe he ordered it off the internet and it hasn’t arrived yet? :)
MR JONES: Maybe he thought the Other Thing was enough, even though if he’d done it at any other point in the year he’d still have had to get me a birthday present.
GWEN: What was the Other Thinggggggggggg? TELLL MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
MR JONES: If you’re sure you want to know ....
GWEN: Yes; I bloody am!
MR JONES: Jack proposed!
GWEN: ... like ... engagement proposal?
MR JONES: YES!!!!!!!!!!!
GWEN: REALLY?
MR JONES: REALLY REAL REALLY!
GWEN: Last night?
GWEN: How did he do it? Did he get down on one knee, or did he do that vomit-worthy thing of hiding it in the cheesecake?
MR JONES: One knee – in front the entire restaurant. I nearly died.
GWEN: He got you a ring then?
MR JONES: YUP!
GWEN: What’s it like?#
MR JONES: Just a plain platinum band.
GWEN: Did he get one for himself or is just you having one or are you going to get him one or what?
MR JONES: He got himself a rose gold one.
GWEN: Awwwwwwwwwwwww.
GWEN: Have you any idea what season you’re doing it? Any dates in mind? OOooooo what venues????
MR JONES: Woah! We haven’t been engaged twelve hours!
GWEN: You must have a preference though ;)
MR JONES: I wouldn’t mind autumn.
GWEN: :o it’s nearly autumn!
MR JONES ... autumn 2010 ...
GWEN: Ohh Ianto! You really don’t want to go putting it off that long, surely?
MR JONES: Well ... I’m sure it’ll be fine. And Jack’s promised to hire some new field agents ASAP so I can stay at the hub and co-ordinate rather than being in ‘harm’s way’ as he put it.
GWEN: Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww IANTOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO THIS IS SO CUTE!
MR JONES: .... er ... thanks?
GWEN: REALLY THOUGH!
GWEN: If you need any advice on planning weddings ...
GWEN: ... don’t ask me. You and Rhys did most of mine ;)
MR JONES: Yeah. We’re probably going to have a bit of a less formal thing.
MR JONES: There’ll hopefully be less aliens, too.
GWEN: Will your mam be coming?
MR JONES: Hopefully!
MR JONES: Once we get a date, we can organise mam.
MR JONES: She doesn’t even know yet. You’re the first person I’ve told.
GWEN: Oooooh dear. I’ll not tell Rhys you told me first ;)
MR JONES: *worships at feet*
MR JONES: Thank you. I don’t see him ever forgiving me for this ;)
GWEN: Any thoughts on bridesmaids? Or .... what are you calling them? There’s no bride!
GWEN: ... or is one of you going to wearing a dress?
GWEN: I bet you would look good in a dress ;)
MR JONES: Jack looks better in a dress than I do. Play your cards right and you may be allowed to see the photographic evidence ;)
MR JONES: As for ‘bridesmaids’ ... I was thinking ‘flower girl’? Then again ‘flower girl’ implies she’ll be doing the ‘dropping the rose petals on the aisle’ thing, and there is no. way. that is happening. I mean, for one: it’s cheesy, and two: it’s an unnecessary mess that I would never, ever wish to inflict the cleaning up of onto another.
MR JONES: Maybe just ‘maid’.
GWEN: ‘Floral Assistance’?
MR JONES: haha. Just ‘girl in posh dress’ will suffice. I don’t know; I haven’t properly thought about it yet.
GWEN: Awwwwwww are you having an engagement party?
MR JONES: Erm ... we were gonna go down the pub?
MR JONES: Possibly have some sandwiches?
GWEN: Don’t be silly!
GWEN: Leave it to me, I’ll get something proper organised! Just get me a list of all of yours and Jack’s friends and family and contact details and I’ll throw you a party!
MR JONES: Okay ... but don’t rush me. We were planning on maybe getting a place of our own first.
GWEN: Jack’s moving out of the hub?
MR JONES: Sort of. We haven’t decided how the arrangements will go yet.
GWEN: You haven't thought about this at all!
MR JONES: It's been twelve hours!
GWEN: And you weren't too excited about the impending Big Day to sleep?
MR JONES: I was thinking more about the Bigger Things than the Big Day
GWEN: OMG YOU'RE THINKING ABOUT BABIES!!!!!!!!!!!
MR JONES: NO!
MR JONES: I was thinking about the change and the future and my future with Jack!
MR JONES: Getting married isn't just about the day, y'know ...
GWEN: YOU COULD ADOPT!
GWEN: Omg can I be Godmother?
GWEN: If you have a girl, would you call her either 'Gwen', 'Gwenllian' or 'Gwyneth'?
MR JONES: We're not thinking about babies!
MR JONES: I'm not even sure if I want children!
GWEN: :0
GWEN: But they're all cute and cuddly and funny and lovely and squidgy.
MR JONES: ... and sick-y and cry-y and keep daddies awake at night-y. They're also expensive, grow up to be hormonal, unappreciative grunting teenagers and are totally unavoidable as a life time commitment.
MR JONES: They're also squeaky and annoying.
GWEN: :0
MR JONES: They ARE! *hmph*
GWEN: Are you frightened you wouldn't be a good parent?
MR JONES: It doesn't matter whether or not I'd be a good parent. I'm not really planning on becoming one.
GWEN: You do realise that anything can happen?
GWEN: Y'know ... the first time I saw Jack he was joking about being pregnant ....
MR JONES: He assures me he was just joking, and that there is no actual conceivable way for a man to bear a child.
GWEN: Well ... with alien technology ...
MR JONES: *is not listening*
GWEN: What does your mam say about you getting a CP?
MR JONES: I haven't told her yet. I've tried calling her but I can't get through. And Rhiannon's at work, so she's going to have to wait.
MR JONES: I may drop in on Rhys at lunch with a danish and tell him my news since he's decided to actually do some work today.
GWEN: Oi! My hubby is a good, honest, hardworking Welshman!
MR JONES: *smiles and nods*
MR JONES: Of course he is ^_^
GWEN: :-P
GWEN: OOooooo gotta go! Rift alarmmmmmmmmmmm!
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ELSIE has entered the conversation
MR JONES: Hi, mam!
ELSIE: Hello munchkin x Happy Birthday for yesterday!
MR JONES: I tried ringing you but got no connection :(
ELSIE: Ohh my landline phone went. I've bought a new one, but I can't figure out that silly plug thing with the protective thing that slides down.
MR JONES: Ahhh okay.
MR JONES: So how's things?
ELSIE: Hot and sunny!
ELSIE: How's the wonderfully exotic Cardiff?
MR JONES: Never better :)
ELSIE: Good, good.
MR JONES: I have BIG NEWS!
ELSIE: Oh? Good news or bad news?
MR JONES: A bit of both.
MR JONES: Good news: Jack asked me to have a Civil Partnership!
MR JONES: Bad news: you're not getting grandchildren from me ...
ELSIE: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
ELSIE: When did he ask? How did he ask? Did he get you a ring? Did he go down on one knee? What did you say? Where were you when he popped the question?
MR JONES: Last night, on one knee, yes, see question two, 'alright then', having an Italian birthday meal.
ELSIE: Awwwwww! I'm smiling for you so much!
MR JONES: Jack says you're definitely coming to the service, even if he has to hijack a plane to get you here.
ELSIE: Ohhhh! He doesn't have to do that!
MR JONES: Even if you can afford the flight, mam, you'll be breaking yourself to get here. Jack says you can call the cost of the flight my dowry ;)
ELSIE: LOL. (yes, I know what that means).
ELSIE: If he puts it like that ... but I don't want to be a hindrance.
MR JONES: SHUT UP MAM, YOU'RE COMING.
ELSIE: Ooooo I'm excited now! What dates do you have in mind? Is there going to be a theme? What colours were you thinking? Is it going to be formal? I'm guessing it's not in a church ... who's going to be bridesmaid? Best Man/Men?
MR JONES: We got engaged less than thirteen hours ago! I haven't even thought about any of that yet!
MR JONES: Though I was thinking Autumn next year.
ELSIE: Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
ELSIE: I'm all excited! I'm going to have to tell the neighbours!
MR JONES: If you insist ....
ELSIE: :D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D
ELSIE: So ... you're not going to be adopting, then?
ELSIE: Maybe find a surrogate?
MR JONES: Anything could happen, mam.
MR JONES: ... but no ...
ELSIE: Does Jack feel like that?
MR JONES: I don't know. We haven't talked about it.
ELSIE: You're getting legally committed to each other and you don't know what either one wants for the future??? Ianto ..............
MR JONES: We'll have plenty of chance to talk! Getting engaged is hardly hook, line and sinker.
ELSIE: I suppose not. But you should really talk to him about all those things, just to make sure you're on the same page before you're trapped until death do you part.
MR JONES: ... yeah. You're right.
ELSIE: Sooo! What does your engagement ring look like? Does Jack have one, too?
MR JONES: Mine's platinum and Jack's is rose gold.
ELSIE: Why different?
MR JONES: Personal preference, I suppose. He got me platinum because he knows I think gold is tacky (thanks for that, chavs), and he's got rose gold because it 'compliments his skin tone'.
ELSIE: Awwwwww he thought about it!
MR JONES: I know. It surprised me, too.
ELSIE: How's he been since he asked?
MR JONES: He hasn't. stopped. talking.
ELSIE: Awww isn't he a darling?
ELSIE: Is he there?
MR JONES: No, he's at work. It's my day off today.
ELSIE: EEeeeeeee!
ELSIE: Have you told Rhiannon yet?
MR JONES: Not yet. I'm meeting her later.
MR JONES: I'm hoping to use her step-kids as maid and page boy
ELSIE: mmm.
MR JONES: You don't approve?
ELSIE: They're not really family, are they?
MR JONES: It's not their fault their dad was a prick. And Mica will look adorable on the photographs.
ELSIE: I suppose. It is your ceremony, after all.
MR JONES: Well, who else could I ask?
ELSIE: Cousin Myrtle has lots of little boys who look good in suits! And then there's cousin Tarrian - I bet she's getting big now! She's in Year two now, isn't she?
MR JONES: I suppose.
ELSIE: It's your ceremony, you decide.
MR JONES: I decide ... as long as you agree? ;)
ELSIE: Basically!
MR JONES: Okay okay. I suppose I should ask Myrtle first and see which of her boys are up for parading around.
ELSIE: awwww. See - much better!
MR JONES: Definitely.
ELSIE: Okay, it'd ridiculously late here now. I'm falling asleep at my computer.
MR JONES: Aww okay. You take care, mam x
ELSIE: I will do! xxxx
MR JONES: Byeeeeee
ELSIE: Love you x
MR JONES: Love you too xxxx
ELSIE: bye bye x
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JACK has entered the conversation
JACK: Well hello there!
MR JONES: Hiya :)
MR JONES: Hard at work, I see.
JACK: Am I ever? o:-)
MR JONES: Fair point :-P
MR JONES: I told Gwen.
JACK: ¬_¬ I know. I've just escaped from her gushing at me about Autumn ceremonies.
MR JONES: She made me tell her. I tried to draw her away from the hub but she just kept on insisting and insisting and insisting ....
JACK: I know what she's like. Still, the marriage advice she gave me I'm sure will come in as invaluable.
MR JONES: ... marriage advice?
JACK: Yep. Apparently she know exactly what makes a marriage work.
MR JONES: I'd have thought trust, compromise and a helluva lot of chocolate would be the key.
JACK: She seems to think you're the wife, so she was telling me how to be a good husband ;)
MR JONES: ... don't make me grumble ...
JACK: It's true though. You are the wife!
MR JONES: I know, I know. You've told me before.
MR JONES: Listen, I was just talking to my mam. She says that we need to talk about the future ASAP and make sure we're both on the 'same page' as far as our future is concerned.
JACK: ....... okay.
MR JONES: What your thoughts are on children is basically all we really need to clear up. We know about houses and stuff.
JACK: Definitely! I'd love to have kids!
MR JONES: Oh. Great.
JACK: Obviously, not right away. A few years down the line.
MR JONES: Yeah, obviously.
JACK: Were you thinking adoption? Surrogacy?
MR JONES: Haven't given means that much thought, really.
JACK: That's okay! We've got time! ^_^
MR JONES: Yep. Plenty of time.
JACK: If we have a boy, we have to call him Jack.
MR JONES: No. We really don't.
JACK: Awwww!
MR JONES: We wouldn't be calling it 'Jack II' either. Or Ianto. Or 'Junior'.
JACK: You ruin my fun!
JACK: How many do you think we could have at one time? I once babysat twins. That was ... interesting ...
JACK: Oooo what if we had twins?
MR JONES: You love kids then?
JACK: Yeahhh!!!
JACK: That reminds me: you need to meet Alice.
MR JONES: When?
JACK: ASAP! Get her used to the idea before the ceremony.
JACK: I was thinking that Stephen could be the page boy?
MR JONES: That'll save me picking one from my cousin Myrtle's army.
JACK: Hahaha we could have done our own version of 'I'd Do Anything'!
MR JONES: Yeah .... I can see that going down well. "Ieuan! You could be Nancy!"
JACK: So yes: Mica and Stephen.
MR JONES: I was actually thinking about asking my littlest female cousin, Tarrian to do it.
JACK: Which one was Tarrian?
MR JONES: She was the one in the pink meringue at Eira's wedding. She kept yanking at Rhi's skirt. She's five or six now.
JACK: Won't Rhiannon be offended if you don't ask Mica?
MR JONES: Well, she's technically not family.
JACK: But I know Mica more than I know Tarrian. It'd make more sense to ask her.
MR JONES: I suppose so, but I doubt my mam will approve ...
JACK: So? It's our day!
MR JONES: Fair point. Okay, I'll ask Mica. Tarrian can be back up in case Mica's mam says no.
JACK: Yayyyy!
JACK: When were you thinking for the ceremony?
MR JONES: Autumn next year?
JACK: That's like ... a year away ....
JACK: Why not this year? We could do it in September, I bet, including time for planning and getting all the tailoring sorted.
MR JONES: September is next month!
MR JONES: That's rushing it a bit! I mean .... it's not like we've got forever, or anything ...
JACK: Ahh okay. We'll have the engagement party in September, then?
MR JONES: Gwen's in charge of the engagement party.
JACK: What happened to pub and sandwiches?
MR JONES: Gwen said that wouldn't do.
JACK: Awwww.
JACK: Well, you wanted a proper party anyway, didn't you?
MR JONES: Yeah :)
MR JONES: I couldn't find the time to plan it, but now we have Gwen!
JACK: I told you, when I employed her, that she would be useful ;)
MR JONES: Only took her three years :-P
JACK: Maybe she's expecting a bridesmaid request ...
MR JONES: ...... no.
MR JONES: I mean, I'll let her have a special role. I'll even make sure she gets a co-ordinating dress - but it's only you, me, Stephen and Mica/Tarrian on that aisle!
MR JONES: Which reminds me: have you been in touch with John?
JACK: Not yet.
MR JONES: Well, we've got time.
JACK: yep!
JACK: You asked Rhys about being Best Man yet?
MR JONES: He doesn't even know yet. I'm going to nip to his work at lunch time and break it to him over a Danish.
JACK: You better get going soon, then.
JACK: And when are you coming into work :(
MR JONES: I may drop in after visiting Rhys. I suppose you're both in need of coffee?
JACK: YES!
MR JONES: Hehehe!
MR JONES: I shall see you soon x
JACK: okayyyy xx
JACK: I'll think up some more baby names while you're gone :D
MR JONES: Hmmmmm okay. Though that's not for a long time yet ....
JACK: :D
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FIN
Woo! Long time coming. Apologies for the wait, but my head is filled with bunnies, and they're reproducing like ... well, bunnies.
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(Anonymous) 2009-12-05 01:27 am (UTC)(link)- junoharkness (didnt feel like signing in)
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I want to see Rhys's reaction!
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I just wanted to say... no, that's it, just Awwwwwww.
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I've missed that 'verse. :)
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Though in a more serious note, they really need to sit down and talk about the children situation, apparently they are not as 'n sync as I thought.
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hehe I can't wait for Rhys's reaction! I love Elsie's!
Gwen giving Jack advice on being a good husband??? Ermm... no comment. :P lol
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Excellent chapter, poor Ianto getting railroaded by other people. Still it's what weddings are all about!
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Oh, God, one of my work colleagues did exactly this when he went to propose.
His girlfriend swallowed the damn ring. Cue the trip to A&E where I
took great delight in teasing himwas completely horrified by what happened.They...um...didn't stay together too long after that. Whups.
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Friending you so I don't miss any of your fic. Hope that's ok :)
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and such a great one too!
i actually LOLd at the i'd do anything references!
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I still love this :D so sweet
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xxxx
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