They stayed up all night, first watching the Aurora, then stargazing, and finally watching the sun rise in a cloudless summer sky. Ianto said it was the most romantic and magical night he’d ever known; Jack had excelled himself.
Driving down the motorway, remembering Ianto’s words and the smile on his face as they’d lingered over breakfast in a small village café, Jack was filled with a warm glow.
Glancing across at his lover, fast asleep in the passenger seat, he smiled softly.
Whatever the future held, Jack knew there was no one he’d rather share it with than Ianto.