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Ianto woke to snuffling and he opened one eye to look at the culprit.
Walter had snuck in and slid into the bed, his stockinged feet rubbed against his legs and Ianto smiled as he pulled him closer.
"Hey Snuggle bum" Ianto whispered and Walter hummed.
Jack was searching for the elusive Walter Monster and peeked into the dimly lit bedroom.
Walter's curls were visible under Ianto's chin and Jack smiled as he stepped into the room and watched his loves.
Ianto was so pale compared to Walters's lovely mocha but their noses were the same, their pouts matched, then they snuffled softly and Jack felt himself go all gooey.
"Walt" Jack whispered as he tried to work out how to extract him.
"Leave him" James's hand fell onto Jack's shoulder as he stepped around him, into the room.
"When Ianto was a wee bit, he had a teddy bear he used to cuddle like that" James smiled lovingly at his son and grandson, "Want to guess the Teddy's name?"
"No! He said that Lisa chose the name" Jack said with surprise.
"She did" a sleepy voice muttered from the bed, "Guess who else Dadda told about my Walty Bear."
Jack leaned over Walter and kissed Ianto and he blinked up at them.
"Is he OK? I can transfer him to his own bed of you want" Jack offered but Ianto smiled softly and hugged Walter again.
"No. He's my Walty Bear." Ianto pouted.
"Gennie and I have the boys under control" James said softly as he walked back towards the door and Jack took the hint, toeing off his shoes and stepping out of his trousers to spoon in the bed.
Ianto hummed softly as he felt Jack's arms go around him to hold both father and chid in a loving embrace and Jack closed his eyes.
Vomiting.
Walter as still asleep so Ianto must have used mad ninja style skills to escape the bed and Jack padded into the bathroom to help him as he knelt in front of the toilet and cried softly through his heaving.
"Baby" Jack sighed, reaching for a cloth to wet.
"Jack, oh god, there was so little left on the bones, oh god" Ianto dry wretched some more as Jack rubbed his back.
"It's OK, let it out" Jack sad softly as Ianto folded into his arms.
"Walter. I was holding him and thinking of Bets and Heck. Oh God, how would I bury one of my babies?" Ianto whimpered, "I would still see their little faces, no matter how old they get, my babies."
"Oh god" Jack buried his face in Ianto's hair.
"The night of the fire, when I didn't' know if you and stink were OK, I prayed. For the first time since I lost everything, I prayed. The thought of finding you or Walt …" Jack couldn't say anymore.
"During the C thing" Ianto refused to say Cancer, "I never considered your loss. Only Walt. I was so selfish."
"No, no I was" Jack laughed bitterly, "I would have cut off my own arm of only it meant having you in the other one a while longer. I never considered Walt or his fears. Just my loss."
"I love you"
"Oh God Ianto, I never doubt that. Even when you have your hands on your hips and your hair is wild because you've been pulling at it and I know the dog house is calling … I never doubt how bloody lucky I am."
"How lucky we are." Ianto corrected, "I'm testing too, and don't bloody sugar coat it."
"Taddy?" Walter stood in the bathroom doorway, his left sock was gone, eaten by the sock monster that lived down the end of the bed and the other was half way to joining it.
Walter was rubbing his eyes and Ianto smiled.
"Hey baby. Taddy had a wicked tum" Ianto said softly and Walter made a sad face, then walked over for a hug.
"Poor Taddy, always icks."
"Not when I have you" Ianto sighed as he returned the hug, "My magic is still active, Super Star."
"Good" Walter yawned and scratched at him tummy, Harkness-Jones style.
"I wanna be a rock star!"