Somehow, Jack and Ianto had been conned into baking for the cake stall at Anwen’s school. Rhys was going to do it, but one of his drivers had broken his leg so he was filling in.
Every evening for the past week, the two of them had been slaving over the oven once Meriel was in bed. Scones, cookies, muffins, fairy cakes, cupcakes, flapjacks, coffee cake, lemon cake… The house looked and smelled like a bakery.
Arriving home, Jack was greeted by an excited Ianto.
“Meriel said her first word!”
“What was it? Daddy? Taddy?”
Ianto shook his head. “Cake.”