Disclaimer: I soooo don't own the two main characters, but, by some weird twist of fate, I own Ianto's family. Not that I wouldn't share if asked...

Author's Notes: So, after an extended absence, this is almost done being typed. I have all the parts handwritten, it's only a matter of finding the time to type it in – which I am trying to do at this very moment. So, there may be a double post. In fact, I hope there is. As always, enjoy!

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Glenda Jones surveyed the large pile of wrapping paper with a sigh. Finally, it was like Christmas to her – the presents were unwrapped and everyone was tinkering with what they had received.

Ifan was trying to tune in a station on the antique radio Jack had given him – the one he declared his favorite gift.

Del was trying to get a feel for the controls on his remote-controlled helicopter, buzzing the girls occasionally – if only to hear them squeal.

"Delwyn Robert!" Mrs. Jones scolded, "Stop that or you aren't getting any lunch!" She shook her head, musing on the fact that things never really changed.

"Mam," Del whined, "Jack's doing the same thing!" He pointed to where Jack and the girls were messing with the plane he had gotten – Jack pointing out parts of the plane and telling the twins stories of when he got to fly one just like it.

"He's not trying to attack Myfanwy and Gwen with it," Glenda observed, taking the remote from her oldest son, trying not to spill her cup of coffee as she did so.

"Let's hope it stays that way," Ianto muttered under his breath, earning a confused frown from his mother. "What?" He looked up from the French Press and grinder his parents gifted him. "This is great by the way. The grinder at work is starting to get dull..."

"Your father wasn't sure if you had one or not," Mrs. Jones looked down at the antique locket Jack had given her. "Does this thing open?" She handed it over to Ianto.

He popped it open and an accordion of frames fell out. "There's pictures." He looked, even as he passed the locket over, "And they're of us."

"How did you -" She looked down at the pictures encased in tiny patina-ed frames. The first one was of her and Ifan on their wedding day, followed by her favorite pictures of Delwyn, Ianto, Myfanwy, and Gwenda – ending at the other side of the locket with a small engraved 'Merry Xmas – Love, Jack'.

"Ifan," she turned to her husband, "Did you give him these?"

"Might have," Ifan answered, his smile hidden.

"Jack, these are my favorites," she got up and went to stand over him. "But there's a picture missing." Jack looked up from the controls he was fiddling with.

"What do you mean?" He reached for the locket, popping it open once it was in his hand, "No, they're all there."

Mrs. Jones ruffled his hair. "Yours isn't..."

"Why would you want my ugly face in there?" Jack laughed, handing it back.

"It's going in there, whether you want it to or not. You can give me a good one, or I can take one. Your choice." She patted him on the head maternally.

"Be sure to get my good side, Mam," he smiled up at her once again.

"I think I may have a good one," Ianto said from the couch. "You can have it if you want."

"Not helping," Jack looked at the man.

"Yes, Ianto, that would be lovely, thank you." Mrs Jones gave her own brand of smile to her son.

"Traitor," Jack mumbled and looked over to see Ianto grinning. "Did I also mention 'kiss ass'?" He talked to the girls as he worried with the controller again.

"Always has been," Del remarked, getting his helicopter to fly dangerously close to Myfanwy's hair and making her squeal.

"Son, take it outside," Ifan instructed in an even tone. "You too, Harkness."

Delwyn and Jack took their presents to the door, the girls close behind. "You coming?" Jack turned to ask Ianto before following the herd.

"Yeah, just let me get the camera." Ianto stopped himself from blowing Jack a kiss, not sure where the impulse had even come from.

Jack disappeared out the door and Ianto turned to his mother. "I'm sorry about last night."

"It's in the past, son, leave it," Mrs. Jones patted him on the head before running her hand through his hair. "You could do with a trim."

"Jack likes it like this," Ianto answered automatically, feeling his ears starting to turn red even as it was leaving his mouth.

His mother's warm smile almost brought him to tears. "So, you're happy, then?" Ianto nodded. "Do you plan on going to service with us tonight?"

"Oh, Mam, it wouldn't be Christmas without it." He hugged her and then pulled back, taking his wallet from his pocket. "I think this picture may be small enough for your locket."

Taking the picture, Glenda remarked, "It's perfect, But I don't want to take your picture, son -" She tried to press it back into his hand.

"Mam, I have another of that one. Take it." He pushed it back to her and watched as a look crossed his mother's face – one Ianto couldn't read.

"Go outside with the other kids, Ianto," Ifan forcefully suggested. "Your Mam has lunch ready."

"Yes, sir." Ianto picked up his camera and went out into the backyard.

Jack and Del were racing their flying machines and Myfanwy and Gwen were taking bets as to who was going to crash theirs first. Ianto stood back and watched for a moment, snapping a few pictures of his brother and Jack running after one another, remotes in hand.

"Ianto! Watch this!" Jack dipped the plane toward him, making Ianto duck as the wing dipped to low and touched the top of his head.

"You watch it," Ianto mumbled, looking sideways at the now-laughing Jack.

"Come on, Yan," Del called out, "Don't be angry that Mam and Tad didn't get you something fun."

"I got something fun," Ianto defended in a pout, his hands on his hips. "With what they got me and Myfanwy and Gwen's thoughtful gift of 'Coffees of the Month', I'm going to have plenty of fun..."

"Oh, so my gift wasn't good enough to make the cut?" Del stopped what he was doing to look at his brother.

"Del," Ianto was trying to stay calm, not start anything before lunch, "A 'Sarcastic Ball' is not something I had on my wishlist..."

"Thought you could use it. Sorr-ee." He rolled his eyes and went back to the remote. "Is he always this boring, Jack?" Jack nodded, his smirk appearing as he looked over at the man in question. "And you still fell for him?"

"You wanna know a secret, Del?" He flew his own plane toward the helicopter again. "I think that may be why I fell for him. Too much drama in my past." Jack glanced over to see that Ianto's frown of thought had changed to a goofy smile. "And there it is..."

"Awww..." Gwen cooed, smacking Myfanwy on the arm when she made a huffing noise.

"What?" Myfanwy asked. "Like you aren't jealous?"

"I'm happy for our brother," she smiled back at her twin.

"Bullshit."

"You challenging me?" Gwen puffed up, he smile turning fierce.

"I know how your mind works, you forget-" Myfanwy put on the same look.

"Hey," Ianto called, moving to stand between his sisters.

Jack ran to stop him. "Wait a minute. Girl fight. Not to mention Jones sibling fight. Please, Yan, if you love me..." He held his hands together in beg.

Ianto rolled his eyes and settled back, his arms crossed. "Fine. Whatever. Not like they were going to listen to me anyway."

"What? You aren't getting pictures?" Jack reached for the digital, but only got his hand slapped for the effort.

Del came to stand beside them, his helicopter now forgotten. "He's right about that, Yan. Mam would love to have these for her scrapbook."

"No, Del, she wouldn't," Ianto said, now snatching the camera from Delwyn.

"Dearest Fanny," Gwen was saying in her 'trying-to-stay-calm' voice. "I know how your pretty little head works."

"Gwenda, love," the reply came back, "I know how yours works as well..."

"I saw you looking at him!"

"Oh, really? Must have been hard to look two ways at once." Myfanwy drew in a shocked breath. "Oh wait – you have that one funny eye – maybe that's how you do it-"

Gwen's eyes grew wide. "Oh. You. Are. So dead." She leapt at her sister, grabbing a chunk of hair as she came at her.

Jack leaned over and whispered to Ianto. "Please, please, please – let me have the camera?"

Ianto merely looked at Jack, his face blank.

"Should I go get the mop and broom?" Del asked, earning him the same look from his brother, but a small giggle from Jack.

"Lunch is ready!" Glenda called from the door before seeing her daughters fighting. "Ah, Jesus H. Christ on a crutch!"

Having not heard their mother, Gwen and Myfanwy continued the hair-pulling and insults.

"Can we just go one day without somebody fighting?" Mrs. Jones marched out the door, not bothering to stop to put anything on her feet. "Stop it!" Taking each girl by an arm, she marched them toward the house. "Why are you fighting?"

"She started it!" Myfanwy pointed angrily at Gwen.

"She started it by being in my head!" Gwen shot back, struggling against their mother.

"Gwenda! Knock it off. No one is in anyone's head," Glenda pinched her on the underside of the arm.

"Ouch! Mam!"

"Maybe you'll stop fighting," she said, still hauling each girl by the arm. "Or you can deal with your Tad."

Myfanwy halted, digging her heels into the ground. "Were we fighting, Gwen?"

"I don't think we were, Fan," Gwen stopped on her mother's other side.

"Good – now go on and set the table for lunch," she pushed them both toward the door before turning to the three men and pointing her first finger at them purposefully, "I'll deal with you lot later."

"What did we do?" Del asked, picking up his toy and walking toward his mother.

"You could have broken that up," she cuffed the back of his head. "And you two-" She looked over to Ianto and Jack.

"What?" Ianto was genuinely shocked, "I told them no pictures!"

"You took pictures?!?"

"No ma'am," Jack answered truthfully, careful to withhold the information that it was his idea to do so in the first place.

"Good," Mrs Jones pointed a finger in turn at the boys, "Or you would have had a problem. Now get inside."

Jack picked up his plane from where it had landed before going back to Ianto. "She meant that, didn't she?"

Ianto nodded, eyes wide, before accepting Jack's hand and walking back to the house for lunch.