Summary Ianto is injured. Jack is guilty

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Ianto winced as Lisa climbed onto his lap. Thanks to Jack, Ianto had two broken ribs. That was the last time Ianto ever tried anything like that in their bedroom. God damn Jack's puppy dog eyes. And his kinky fifty first century sex. It was enjoyable, but painful. Jack sat down beside him, but moved at Ianto's glare. He looked down at his three year old daughter.

"Sweetie, it's time for you and your sister to go to bed."

"When Ifan back?"

"He's staying at a friends tonight. Now, go get ready for bed and Daddy will tuck you in."

"Ok, night Papa."

"Night Lisa. Night Rose."

Jack stared at Ianto.

"I'd better go and tuck them in."

"I think you should Jack."

"I'll be back."

"Take your time."

Jack winced at the pain in Ianto's voice.

Jack sat on the couch next to Ianto.

"I am sorry. Maybe we're more flexible in the future."

"Shut up Jack. I'm in too much pain to be annoyed. But give me a while and I will be out of pain and able to beat you senseless."

"Aw, sweetie, I'm sorry. I'll make it up to you I promise."

Ianto melted at Jack's pleading eyes and the hands massaging his shoulders.

"I never could stay mad at you. Love you Jack."

"Love you too Ianto.

"A.N Done. R&R please. Last chapter tomorrow folks :(