Ianto had thought Jack was protective of Miller but he had nothing on John and Ianto was now on the verge of a meltdown as his daughter's feed was overdue yet again.

He stormed into John's man-cave and found him in the gamer chair with Poppy in his arms. He was singing softly to her as she mewled her little kitten cry.

"John!" Ianto barked making John jump.

"She's hungry. Unless you've started lactating in the last hour or so, she's past due her feed!" Ianto said reaching for his baby.

"Can't you express into a bottle?" John frowned sliding the char back on its casters.

"John, why are we having this conversation?" Ianto exhaled, "Look at her. She's hungry and needs me!"

John looked down at his little cherub and realised that Ianto was right. He slammed out of the chair and reached out, grabbing Ianto by the collar and pulling him towards John's bed

Ianto realised his objective and started to struggle but John was stronger than Ianto as the birth had only been a week ago. As John forced the struggling Ianto into his bed his hands shook. He held Poppy against Ianto's breast as Ianto quietly fumed. Jack was so gonna pay for leaving them alone with the mad-man today.

Ianto finally prized himself off the loathsome bed and gently removed his little poppet from the snoring idiot's arms and left.

Miller was glad to see his Taddy and demanded something to eat. Once he was sitting in front of the telly with his bowl of hot chips and Sippy cup of juice Ianto changed his little girl and settled to feed her once more.

Jack came home to find a sleeping Ianto, curled up on the sofa with Poppy asleep at hs breast and John perched on the arm of the sofa like a gargoyle watching over them.

"John? All good here?" Jack removed his coat and frowned at Gargoyle-man.

"Aren't they beautiful?" John enthused.

"Oh God. You're fixating again aren't you?" Jack groaned. "I'm warning you, he'll blow and when he does, you'll lose a body part. Ianto has to nest!"

"I know, it's just …the thought of them needing something and me not being there…" John grumbled.

As if on cue Poppy let out a snuffle and waved her little arms as Ianto stirred.

"Touch her and I'll break our arms" Ianto snarled at John and he backed away with a whine.

"Told you. Give him a chance to ask for help mate" Jack soothed.

Ianto looked at Jack and sighed softly. He agreed with Jack but also felt John's overwhelming need to coddle.

"John, perhaps you should change her while I have a snack?" Ianto offered and John whooped as he scooped her up and ran for the nursery.

"Jack. I'm sorry but I think I need to kill him and hide the body." Ianto sighed as John started singing Pop goes the Weasel from the bedroom, "Now he's telling her she's a weasel!"