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Sam was nervous, pacing as she wrung her hands and Ianto stood calmly letting her think. She swung to face him.

"What about you?"

"What?"

Idris had been going to perform the ceremony but had called that morning almost hysterical to say Neve had fallen and cut her head open on the edge of the table, four staples in her head meaning he and Gene were in panic mode. Ianto had driven like a thing possessed to comfort and check, then find the little girl was happily eating ice-cream with her head wound going to be a scalp wound that her hair would cover. Idris was in bad shape, Gene comforting him as he blamed himself for choosing a murderous table. Ianto did point out that the roller-skates she was wearing inside might have a bit to answer for too. Idris was now so rattled he confessed that he could not perform the ceremony, he would come of course to attend and witness but his queen had to come first. Ianto understood. Of course he did, he was a Taddy too.

Now he stood watching Sam slowly melt down as the pretty dress hanging on the hanger mocked them both. Babs had provided a wonderful tiara as something borrowed, the blue sapphires in it perfect for the blue thing. The new thing had been the dress Ianto had commissioned for her and Jack was going to provide something old, he had promised to bring it soon.

"What do you mean, what about me" Ianto said and then sighed, knowing exactly what she meant.

"Please? I know you don't like to but … I wouldn't feel right with anyone else" Sam begged, "Please Tad. I don't want a jinx!"

"well… damn it. It's setting a precedent!" Ianto grumbled as he now started to pace, his nerves jangling.

Sam smiled as she saw him relent then she finally sat, nodding to Chrys that she could now start her hair. Ianto grumbled and stomped off to change into robes and she looked in the mirror at Chrys who was giggling softly behind her, both women knowing Ianto was secretly touched that she had asked and Stephen would be delighted as he had already asked Ianto early on in the piece and Ianto had said no as it would start others asking as well. His high Priest moniker still new.

Looks like the Gods had their own ideas.

Ianto was glad the white robes had been dry-cleaned earlier that week.