Ianto found the note in the washing.

Well, of course he did. Not like any other member of the family would consider helping with the housework, Ianto grunted to himself as he checked the pockets of the clothing he was angrily stuffing into the washing machine.

The coins, weird piece of alien tat and spare car keys already sat in the side bench as he slid his hands in CJ's skinny denims. Paper.

Ianto withdrew the piece of paper and stared at it for a moment, wondering if he should read it or not. Considering the fact that at this precise moment Jack was regaling the twins with Ianto's first ever Weevil hunt, complete with scared whiney noises as he mimicked Ianto's weird stalking while CJ played the part of the weevil … well, all bets are lost.

It was a love letter. OH MY GOD! Ianto felt himself blush as he looked at the feminine writing.

Dearest Caden

Thank you for being my lab partner and for helping me with my homework. I am so glad we are friends and I really liked the way you held my hand at lunch.

I would like to know if you can go to the movies with me on Saturday night.

I will wear the shirt you like and you can wear those tight jeans.

Love from Tarn

Ianto folded it carefully and smiled softly. He finished the washing and walked back upstairs just in time to watch himself, apparently cowering behind Jack's mighty coat.

Ianto frowned as he watched the show. He didn't remember that bit.

SJ was in gales of laughter while RJ had her hands over her mouth as she watched with wide eyes. Then they narrowed and she lowered her hands.

"Oi! Taddy is not a scaredy cat!" she roared and Ianto felt a swell of love for his six year old princess as her twin gave his signature snort of derision.

"Nobody said he was a scaredy cat!" CJ shot back, then he smiled.

Standing next to his father in matching hero pose, he looked so much like Jack that Ianto felt his heart swell. Such a handsome young man.

"Taddy's a girl's blouse!" CJ yelled and then turned to run.

As RJ screamed with rage and chased her sixteen year old bastard of a brother, Jack felt his balls shrivel as he saw Ianto in the doorway watching.

And listening.

Ah, shit!