Come spring, Ianto’s cherry trees were full of blossom. They’d grown a lot over the past year.
“They look pretty.” Jack sounded surprised.
“Not just a handful of twigs anymore, are they?”
“They look more like trees now,” Jack agreed.
The blossom fell and the cherries started to form. Ianto removed a lot of them so as not to overtax the trees in their first year, and rigged up netting to keep the birds off.
Later that summer, as they shared the first sun-warmed ripe fruits from their trees, Jack had to admit that they were well worth the wait.