A new year and a new life; Ianto couldn’t get his head around how much had changed in the last few days.
First had come the New Year and with it, an unexpected question.
“Happy New Year, Ianto! Will you marry me?”
Then, just a few days later, had come an even more unexpected pronouncement.
“Ianto, I don’t know how to tell you this, but… I’m pregnant.”
Ianto glared at the tangle of yarn in his hands; he’d master this if it killed him. Unravelling the mess, he started casting on again.
How hard could it be to knit bootees?