I seem to remember promising someone a sequel to the sequel of One Accidental Step Further. That was always a possibility, but thanks to my recent spree of reading all cazmalfoy's stuff (her AU series when the boys have a whole family - very cute), my muses grabbed the idea of a sequel for mine and ran as fast as they could whilst I was doing housework yesterday!

I hope you enjoy it!

The sequel to One Accidental Step Further. I would advise reading that to know the development of the Harkness-Jones family, but if mpreg makes you uncomfortable, then this can be read independantly. This takes place between the end of the sequel and the final epilogue.

Disclaimer: I don't own the boys, they belong to RTD and the BBC

Accidents Revealed

Chapter 1

The moment that Lydia Jones saw her son hurrying towards her, she smiled. It had been a long time since Ianto had been able to meet with her, even if it was just for a coffee. She'd tried to arrange to meet up with him several times over the past few months, but each time Ianto had either had to cancel at the latest moment possible or been dragged from his coffee midway.

On one occasion, her son had been approached by tall, dark man with the long blue coat who'd apologised so charmingly whilst gripping his shoulder. He'd said something about 'a small animal wreaking havoc on the filing' and Ianto's eyes had darknened, his jaw had setting firmly before he got up from his seat, kissed Lydia on the cheek and promised to rearrange their meeting.

That had been two months and one failed attempt earlier. Now, she stood up and pulled her son, almost a foot taller than her, into a fierce hug.

"Ianto Jones, it's been far too long." She chastised. Her son grimaced and nodded in agreement.

"I know, mam. I'm really sorry, I've just been dragged off my feet ever since I moved here." He ordered his coffee and sat back in his chair. "Which is pretty ironic, considering we met up more often whilst I was in London."

"I know, pet. Don't worry about it, your tad and I understand." She smiled brightly at him, her heart shaped face a comforting sight for the young man. "You can make it up to us by coming over next Saturday. It's the middle of summer and your sisters are back from university, so your tad's decided to have a barbeque. He asked for you specifically."

Ianto smiled involuntarily at the thought of spending the day with his family again. Since his own children had been born, he'd felt a strong sense of nostalgia thinking about his family home. He hadn't seen his parents properly since he moved to Cardiff and he hadn't seen either of his sisters since he'd moved to London in the first place. He sighed heavily, knowing that he probably couldn't go. He still hadn't told his family about Jack, let alone Griffin and Niamh.

"Mam, I don't know." He looked down at his coffee, which had been placed there by the waitress a few minutes earlier. "It's not that I don't want to, I really do! I just don't know whether I can get the day off."

"Well," Lydia Jones gave Ianto a look that Jack would've recognised immediately. The Captain called it his 'oh no you didn't' face. He didn't like it much. "I'll go talk to your boss if you don't. It's been almost five years, Ianto Jones. Five years since you moved back and you've only visited once, and even then you were only there for a couple of hours."

You'll be lucky if you get away on Saturday evening, she carried on silently, Ianto reading her words from her expression easily. He sighed and rubbed the back of his head.

"I'll talk to my boss, I promise. I'm sure I can get at least the afternoon off." Ianto grimaced again, knowing his mother wasn't pleased with his reply. She frowned slightly at him and pursed her lips, her expression suddenly made him feel sixteen again. Eventually, she took a sip of her coffee and carried on talking about general everyday things.

After a few questions about his work, Ianto took his chance to enquire about his tad, the shop and his sisters. How had Bryn's gap year been? Was Ellen liking it at university? After about ten minutes, all traces of resentment to her son's prolonged absence had vanished from her face as she chatted to him happily about the rest of the family.

Ianto found himself laughing and smiling in earnest as she spoke, a feeling of longing burning inside him as tried to find a way to go to the barbeque the next week. He desperately wanted to go now, but he refused to leave Jack and their children for more than a few hours. If he went, his mother would insist he stayed the night and he wouldn't be able to resist. It would be easier to not go at all.

An hour after Ianto had sat down in the little coffee shop, he was pulling his suit jacket back on, seeing as he'd come straight from the Hub at the end of the day, and paying the bill, his mother linking arms with him as they left the shop. She kissed him on the cheek as they stopped beside her car a few streets away and she looked at her son seriously.

"Ianto, please try to come. It would mean the world to your tad." She smiled sadly at him and Ianto felt a stab of guilt as he nodded in reply.

"Call me when you get back home." She nodded her agreement and Ianto watched her climb into the car and drive away. Once the tail lights had disappeared, he let out the breath he'd been holding and headed to where he'd parked his own car, several streets further away.

When Ianto arrived home, about fifteen minutes later, he entered the house to find Jack curled up on one of their large sofas with Niamh on his lap and Griffin curled into his side, all three of them watching the screen intently.

Ianto watched for a moment as Winnie the Pooh and Tigger bounced across the screen, then turned his attention back to his family. He threw his jacket to one side and toed his shoes off and dropped down onto the spare seat of the sofa, Niamh instantly squirming in Jack's arms, reaching for him.

Jack laughed and heaved the little girl up and over Griffin, Ianto taking her carefully. She refused to sit down, instead stretching her legs out so her feet were touching Ianto's thighs, her hands holding onto her tad's face as she gurgled and grinned. Ianto smiled and held her steady as she bounced in his hands, a sudden spurt of energy taking over.

"Come on, sweetheart, you need to start calming down." He murmured. She looked at him with wide eyes and pouted slightly before letting out a little huff and letting Ianto sit her down. She twisted until she was half facing Jack and Griffin and half facing the television and sighed happily. She stuck her thumb in her mouth and leant back into Ianto's arms.

The four of them remained curled up on the sofa for a further half an hour before the credits started to roll and Jack flicked the set off. He looked down to find Griffin's eyes drooping closed, his hands still gripping hold of his shirt.

"Sorry they weren't in bed earlier, it was the only way to calm them down." Jack looked at Ianto apologetically, but his partner just smiled and shook his head. He understood Jack's logic completely. As Niamh had begun to crawl, she'd become almost unmanageable. Getting her ready for bed was usually a two person job.

Ianto had gathered, as soon as he saw his kids in their pyjamas, that Jack had given up on getting them to bed in one go and put the film on to ease the transaction. Ianto was just about to scoop up the now sleeping baby when his phone started to buzz in his pocket.

Silently thanking that he'd set it to discreet, he carefully manoeuvred the little girl and himself until he had the device free and had it to his ear, not having a chance to look at the caller ID.

"Hello?" He whispered.

"Ianto? Why're you whispering?" His mother was speaking at a normal volume, making him cringe as far away from Niamh as he could without waking her.

"Um. I've just woken up?" Ianto knew as soon as he'd said it that it wasn't going to wash with her.

"I was with you less than an hour ago!" She exclaimed, Ianto wincing harder as her voice increased in volume. "You told me to call you when I got home. You would NOT have fallen asleep before said conversation had been had. You may not visit anymore, but you're still my son!"

The last few words were shrieked almost hysterically, the sound carrying across the regrettably small gap between the phone and the sleeping baby. Jack cringed slightly as he realised what was about to happen. He didn't have time to soothe his daughter back to sleep before she blinked her eyes open and started to cry.

"Oh, hell…" Ianto muttered, holding the phone to his ear with his shoulder as he tried to stop any escalation of Niamh's discomfort.

"Ianto?" His mother's voice sounded distinctly lethal. She could hear what was going on and Ianto felt his stomach drop through his feet. "Ianto Ciaran Jones. It sounds to me like you have some explaining to do, young man."

"Not now, mam. Please, not now." He pleaded as Jack watched him sympathetically, having taken Niamh and rocked her into a temperamental submission.

"Fine," Lydia snapped, "But I'll be seeing you next Saturday."

"I'll try-" Ianto looked desperately at Jack, who met his eyes with a look of concern mingled with a bitten back smile.

"Don't you dare, Ianto." His mam replied. Ianto knew right then that he'd be spending the weekend with his family. "I'll see you at eleven on Saturday morning and you'll be staying the night."

With that, the line went dead and Ianto closed his eyes, burying his face in his hands. After a few moments to digest what had just happened, he looked up to find Jack humming to Niamh. Miraculously, she was slowly drifting off to sleep again.

"Oh dear." Jack looked up at him, a look of great amusement in his eyes, a smile threatening to break his face in two.

"Don't you dare, Jack." Ianto growled, glowering at him and easing the sleeping baby from his arms, carrying her upstairs. He heard Jack chuckle behind him as he carried the sleeping Griffin upstairs as well. They moved into the nursery and went to opposite sides of the room; Jack to Griffin's bed by the window and Ianto to Niamh's cot in the corner.

As they left the room, Ianto flicked on the night light, turned on the baby monitor and turned off the overhead, taking a moment to look up at the glow in the dark stars on the ceiling. With a heavy sigh, he let Jack wrap an arm around his waist and guide him into their bedroom.

Tomorrow. He'd make sense of everything tomorrow.

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