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"You told her?"
Ianto turned from the mirror where he was fiddling with his collar to look at his husband who was still sitting on the edge of the bed dressing himself.
"Yes. It seemed the right time" Ianto nodded then frowned as he watched Jack have a little conniption. Jack threw himself back and made a snarling noise as he thumped the bed beneath him like a little toddler tantrum. Ianto was confused, he didn't understand why Jack didn't want his mother to know. Surely this was Ianto's choice here? Elvish lore dedicates that the dam deliver the news… after all, this is his….. ooooooh. Jack wanted to tell?
"Cariad… she is starting to see things. Mama is arriving tomorrow with the staff, the things for the baby… you really think an Elvish cradle being lifted off the back of a wagon will not garner attention?" Ianto sighed "you had time to tell her. I told you that you could. You had time."
"A week!" Jack flopped back on the bed "there was never the right time."
"Where as, it WAS the right time last night" Ianto said as he pulled on a boot "And she is on board with it. Now… when you have stopped that flopping around you need to sort out the other formal room. Need to clear it out for the nursery. Our child will slumber in there."
"The nursery?" Jack asked, his hands clasping together, the he looked furtive and again Ianto knew why.
"The cradle will be in our room for the first few months. OK?" Ianto assured him "But eventually the nanny will need a room for her and the baby at night."
"OK" Jack said as he rose and stropped from the room, still annoyed and Ianto now felt a slight deflation. He had been happy, excited and now… now he felt down. Baby hormones, he told himself a he turned to the mirror and shifted his feet in this boots to make sure they were secure, then he left the room to head down to the stables where Myfanwy s now proudly showing off the egg.
"Its hardened has it?" he asked sliding in the stall and touching the cold, hard egg. Like concrete. The little one was safe now, Myfanwy about to gloat.
"Unusual colour. Does this mean that Big Blue got in? Or is this a lava dragon? Hmmmm? I don't know" Ianto sighed "The first shedding will be the tell, you harlot."
"First shedding?"
Ianto turned to address his daughter "The egg sheds. As the dragon grows and consumes the egg inside, the egg heats up and the outer shell will shed away. Sort of… flakes. Then the inner shell, the real shell will be revealed. Their sex, breed… strength."
"Will Myfanwy have a boy or a girl one?" Kellie asked.
"I do not know. The outer shell does not give that away. The second inner shell is the reveal." Ianto explained.
"And you?"
"Well … to my immense relief I shall not shed my outer shell" he said and she giggled along with him as he pulled her near "I shall not know until the little spark within speaks to me for the first time. Even then… if it is half as tricky as it's Daddy it may be a trickster."
She giggled some more then asked gently "Does it hurt?"
"No darling. It will when the time comes but it is the way of things. To bring life into the realm, you must fight. It is born of fight and fire. Blood and strength. Warriors are born as such."
"And riders?"
"Yes my love… as your mother screamed with power and strength as she bore you into the light… a rider is born." Ianto assured her.
"My mother was strong and pretty and brave" Kellie said as she straightened her shoulders.
"As in the next life, maybe she shall ride too" Ianto surmised, "For sometimes it is not the birth, but the manner of it that makes us. We are forged in the fire of the great golden light. Where we all must return one day."
I love you Taddy" she whispered as she snuggled in "and I shall try to like people more"
"It is OK little one… I do not exactly like people all the time either he said in a conspiratal whisper that had her giggling again as in the distance Jack chased their little man through the halls.
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So ends this one, the next of course but be the final wait and then the hatching…er…birth…. That is…. If they survive the attack….er….