4th Christmas
Gods, what a year it had been, such a rollercoaster ride that it still seemed surreal.
Ianto looked at the hand resting in his and grinned like a loon, not caring as he watched Jack sleep next to him.
To think, this time last year he had thought he would never love again, never be loved again and here he was, with someone who was so …larger than life.
Not only that, he was married for Godsake!
What a weird year with getting shot, a fire eating his house like some medieval monster, a stalker trying to kill him, then almost loosing Jack like that.
Weird fucking year.
Isn't it grand?
Ianto snorted softly and raised Jack's hand to kiss the knuckles as Jack sighed in his sleep making Ianto's dick move against his thigh.
Jack was still recovering but tonight had been special.
Ianto was definitely keeping the Mrs Claus outfit and he hoped he could fix the tear in the fabric where Jack had tried to remove it with his teeth.
Walter. Gods, he hadn't even checked him.
Ianto slid from the bed, careful to cover Jack's back and walked through to the bedroom, still getting used to this large house and he was not surprised to find Myfanwy asleep by the bed.
Janet on his feet was a surprise and Ianto was careful not to annoy the fat cat as he pulled up the blankets and headed to the living room where the tree merrily blinked, turning off the lights and creeping back to bed, slipping his socks off as he got in so his feet would not be cold against Jack's.
Jack hummed softly and pulled him closer, his lips brushing against Ianto's forehead and it was Ianto's turn to hum softly, so damned happy.
Little hands patted the edge of the bed and Jack carefully helped the little boy up to cuddle with the already sleeping Ianto, the little boy more interested in stroking Jack's face lovingly as he inspected him like he was memorising his face.
"I'm right here" Jack whispered lovingly, "I'm here with my beloveds. In the morning we are opening presents, playing in the snow and Taddy is cooking a HUGE feast like in the movies so we can burp and feel so full we might explode."
Walter hummed happily as he wriggled against him, his wee fingers stilling as sleep came and Jack felt at peace, his lovely little family all safe and sound.
He thought back to this time last year, sitting on the floor of John's flea pit so drunk and stoned that he hadn't even realised he was naked until John had knelt and stated to jerk him off while blowing marijuana smoke in his face.
His low point, he had thought was at the graveside as he said merry Christmas to his daughter but that had been the cherry on top. Later that night, probably at this very time when he had fallen back and let John go at him.
Who had that waste of a broken man been?
Jack didn't even recognise what he had been before Ianto, laying here now with that gorgeous creature clutching him like a lifeline, the little one snoring on his other shoulder and his house fuller with life than it had been before even with wee Melissa.
Walter was so full on, so loud and opinionated, just like his high strung Taddy and Jack loved it, loved them with all his heart.
He prayed to whoever hadn't given up on him to make this one stick.
Please make this last.
May there be many more Christmases.
Jack held them both tighter as he wished with his poor damaged heart.
It was getting stronger every day.