Ianto groaned. He should’ve known Jack would do something like this. He’d said he didn’t want a birthday party, just a quiet evening at home after the madness of the last month. Jack had even sent him home early, saying he’d join him later.
Then he’d got the phone call from Owen saying there was an emergency and he was needed back at the Hub.
He’d expected a surprise party, but instead…
“I’m sorry, Ianto, I was baking your cake!” Jack moaned. “I wanted to surprise you.”
“I’m surprised,” Ianto admitted.
The cooker had exploded; now Jack was completely bald.