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Thank god Owen and Tosh had arrived for the night, their little one going to spend her first Christmas in the bustle of the Harkness-Jones clan. They had discussed it and agreed that not only was it greedy to want her all to themselves, she might not enjoy it on her own. Christmas was for the babies, they were looking forward to her watching the other children's joy and seeing that it was a good day with screaming and madness allowed.

Owen met them in the courtyard, calling out that he had the foldout beds ready and he pushed Conner and Jack into them, not even waiting to pull off the Great Coat, "Once they are settled start pulling clothes off, both of you."

Ianto knelt and attacked the little zippers, pulling at coats and clothing as the men carefully pulled off their own clothing and soon both men were in their underwear with naked chests pushing against the two little children who were clinging to them.

Jack was a furnace, always had been and their father's soothing voice helped calm the two as they started to wake up and come back to them, Prim still confused as little Ifan started to cry.

"It's OK, you are not in trouble, it was a mistake we are all allowed one big mistake and you two have just used yours up OK?" Owen crooned, showing his wonderful heart he has for children, "We will pretend this never happened, OK?"

"Thank you Uncle Owie" Ifan sniffled, a watery smile as Owen rubbed a cold clammy cheek then he turned to the silent little girl.

"Come on Primrose, let's get you a bit more awake yeah? We don't want you asleep right now" Owen said firmly as he took his knuckles and rubbed vigorously into her breastbone an she grunted with pain. "That's it love, come on, sit up and push me off."

He did it again and she weakly cried out, pushing at his hand. He sat back and nodded, "Good girl."

Monkey and Imp had been watching silently, their arms around one another and their fear clear so Ianto ushered hem up to his bed where they settled with a DVD.

"Taddy Yan?" Monkey said softly, "They gonna die?"

"No love" Ianto smiled as he sat on the edge of the bed and tried not to gush at the title that had been used, "They will be OK. Dadda Jack and Uncle Connor are making them nice and warm again."

"They went in the cold and dark" Monkey whispered to his friend who nodded back with wide eyes.

"Walt and Fen found them" Ianto reassured them, "Myfanwy would have been so proud of Grub."

"Tadda?" Imp said softly, "We didn't get hot chockie."

Ianto snorted softly as he rose from the bed, "Well, I can sort that too."

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Ifan and Primrose are Em and Connor's Twins, now about 7 ½