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The twins had been silent on the trip home and while dinner was being prepared they were nowhere to be found.
With Tarn and CJ happily setting the table, Ianto went in search of his beasts.
He found them in their bedrooms, mess everywhere and one bed pulled halfway across the doorway.
"What are you doing?" he asked calmly.
"I'm taking CJ's old room!" SJ said waving his hand in that direction, "RJ is having mine. Then her room can be for bubba!"
Ianto blinked and looked at his children as they continued ripping the house apart.
"The bubba won't be here until after Christmas time" Ianto said softly and they laughed.
"Exactly! We need to paint it, get bubba stuff and learn about bubba needs!" RJ informed him.
"Yeah, can we hire one or something?" SJ frowned at him, "Just for experimentation purposes."
"SJ! He means experience, not experiment!" RJ rolled her eyes as her brother fudged his words like he always did when excited.
"Well you know what I bloody mean!" he muttered in a parody of their Uncle.
"Watch you language" Ianto said absently as he noticed a box in the hall.
"That's stuff for Bubba!" RJ said grandly, "We are both giving toys we think she will like."
"He!" SJ answered.
"How do you know!" she demanded, her little hands on her hips as she thrust her face at her brother.
"Statistics! CJ, Me! You were extra, like left overs or something"
RJ had thumped him before Ianto had even registered the insult.
"SJ, apologise to your sister right this bloody minute!" Ianto demanded. Then he leaned against the wall as a wave of nausea hit.
Great, the day it is confirmed is the day he gets his first bout of morning sickness? Really?
Ianto staggered to the bathroom and fell to his knees as he began to dry wretch.
RJ had followed and when she saw her Tadda on the floor she ran for her Daddy, certain her would make it better.
Jack cradled Ianto as he groaned, another wave hitting and bile coming up.
"It's OK baby, better out than in" Jack crooned as he rubbed his back and rocked him.
Tarn had left CJ and arrived to see what was wrong. He wet a face cloth, handing it over for Jack to wipe Ianto's face with. Another was placed on the back of his neck and Ianto groaned with relief.
"Thank you baby" Ianto moaned as Tarn rubbed his back as well.
Jack lifted his husband into his arms then carried him to bed as the three little ducklings all followed and Jack removed Ianto's shoes for him, then tucked him in.
"Try and get some sleep hon, you always wake feeling better after one of those" Jack whispered as he kissed Ianto's forehead.
Ianto hummed and drifted off as Tarn drew the curtains.
They moved to the kitchen and settled around the table as Tarn took over the cooking duties.
"Is Taddy going to be OK?" RJ asked in a trembling voice.
"Yes darling. Taddy gets sick when he's growing a baby" Jack smiled lovingly at his little princess.
"So he'll do that again?" she gasped.
"For a while, but we'll look after him, right?" CJ prompted and everyone nodded.
Tarn made a mental list of what he needed to make soup and knew he would do anything needed to help his Taddy … I mean. Ianto.