Walter 4

by Awatere11

Six months after the sudden break-up and Jack is crawling over broken glass as he dies a thousand deaths in his efforts to regain his family and his place in a certain Welshman's heart. Does he have competition? Will Ianto forgive him? Poor Jack must find a new path where Ianto does not follow, but one wide enough for them to walk together. Oh yeah, SMUT may occur ... seriously

35. Chapter 35

35

Walter was laying limply in his arms as Jack rocked him trying to project calm as the chalet filled with people, nice and life.

Life.

Tosh looked over and felt her heart contract as she watched Jack rubbing Walter's back on the bed.

"He has the lucky hat" Walter said softly, "Right Daddy? He took the lucky hat?"

"Yes baby" Jack whispered, "He has Mummy's hat to keep him safe."

"What if he goes to sleep?" Walter whimpered, "Like the boy did?"

Walter whimpered as he burrowed deeper into Jack's arms and Jack held back a sob as he looked over at the laptop sitting by the bed.

Lisa's face beamed back and he sent a silent plea that she was right, the hat was lucky.

Babbit was unconcerned with all the noise and bother but he did want his Taddy. Only Taddy knew how to do the beddy thing right and everyone else did try but they were all doing it wrong.

They didn't sing the bedtime song as he was cuddled and rocked until he got sleepy. Then Taddy would walk over to the beddy and carefully plop him in and rub his back while he told him lovely stories about how clever he was and how lovely he was and stuff.

Babbit snuffled and complained softly to himself as he waited for Taddy to come and make it right.

Jack waited until Walter was asleep before slipping off the bed and tucking Ianto's blanket around him. He returned to the sofa with Babbit in his arms and leaned into Tosh's arms as Owen continued to argue with the Heddlu.

They were losing light.

They were going to call off the search soon.

Six of them went up and the bitch that said they would probably get none of them back gave a squeak of surprise as Owen exploded from his chair and grabbed her by her arm as he propelled her from the Chalet.

Once he had slammed the door he turned to face the rest of the table.

"Anyone else giving up on me mate out there?" he demanded.

Owen glared at each person, then snorted. "Good!"

They started talking about grid patterns and Jack closed his eyes, too tired and heartbroken to care.

Owen looked over and left the conversation, slipping onto the sofa and helping comfort Jack as he broke down and cried for his love. Tosh carried Babbit over to look out the window at the snow.

"We'll get him back, Jack!" Owen soothed and he looked over Jack's shoulder at Tosh as they all hoped he was telling the truth.

Jack wasn't going to survive without him.