7
Time moved, as time must and the baby grew in its Slave Taddy's belly each day, entering the world with a weeping Daddy , nurse and doctor.
Owen had not known this level of emotion was possible but one tear from Tosh could set him off.
Their own day of bonding had come and gone, quietly without fanfare as they declared their intent to breed.
Standing in the garden Ianto loved so much as the two men flanked them, like a massive loving hug, they had bound their hands, hearts and souls.
Now they shared the bed, still chaste beside each other as each waited for the other to make the first move.
Something that would clearly never happen … without a hairy god father or two.
"You are well?" Ianto asked as he watched Tosh pour the tea.
He would have preferred coffee but one of the twins still wanted his milk and he didn't' want to have an over precocious child, letting the father's DNA through.
"Yes, it is wonderful" Tosh sighed.
"But no breeding?"
She blushed and let her hair fall in front of her face a Ianto sighed.
"He doesn't want to hurt you, how many times must I tell you." Ianto chastised, "You must let him know you are ready!"
She nodded silently.
"So, still no bumping uglies?" Jack asked and Owen stood with a look of horror, then turned and grimaced.
"Shit. Really?" Jack sighed.
"I don't want it to sound like an order or command, her conditioning is so …"
"Bullshit" Jack snorted, reaching for a grape, "You don't want her to say she has a headache."
"Stuff off!" Owen growled, and then sighed.
"She is waiting for you to let her know you are ready ya daft ape!" Jack laughed, popping another grape.
That night Tosh waited, nervous but emboldened by Ianto's words.
Owen lay in the huge bath, humming softly to himself as he thought of the picnic lunch he had planned for the next day.
Tosh entered and hesitated as she looked at her new husband, his eyes closed as he lay in repose.
She fingered the silk dress Ianto had chosen, pale blue with silver beadwork that made it seem to glow.
She took a deep breath and walked into the water, immediately killing the silk and waking the man she desired.
Owen's eyes sprang open and he gave a small whine as he watched her descend, her gown wafting on the water's surface, reminding him of a mermaid's tail.
"Owen, my love" she whispered, "I am not wearing any underwear."
"Fuck" Owen moved towards her, reaching for the billowing material and pulling it back as she seated herself in his lap, kissing him as she encouraged him to seat himself inside her wanton desire.
"Fuck" Owen repeated as his head fell back and he gasped, her fingers gripping his shoulders while arching her back and feeling his heat inside her.
"My love" he sighed.
"My beautiful Toshiko" Owen cried, thrusting as he gave in, giving her a wild ride in the undulating water.
She cried out as she came, her orgasm making her boneless and Owen held her as he felt her muscles clamping down.
He came after a few uncoordinated heaves, crying hoarsely.
They relaxed, cuddling and soothing.
Together at last.
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Sorry about that, couldn't bring it to an end and so many other things happening.
Might pick up the 'I Am' Verse again sometime in the future.
Hope my other stories are OK instead.