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Jack was holding Yan, his eyes wide as Owen crouched by Tosh and looked at the progress and then grinned. They had run like maniacs as Yan panted and now she was done with the whole thing.

"If I pause any more I will fucking stop" Yan panted and Jack leaned in to kiss her, "You are dripping on me, if you fucking get snow in this bed I will fucking rip your head off."

Jack shrugged off the coat with a grin and Tosh patted Yan's knees, "Come on, last bits."

Owen looked up and grinned, "Come on. He's looking right at me, god he's alert. Hi there wee man, I'm your uncle Owen, yeah, come on. Let's get you out."

Yan took a deep breath and gripped Jack's arm, groaning as she felt like her entire bottom half was tearing away from her heart, the little boy ready to let go and become.

Tosh whooped as she caught him and Owen started to cry as he looked it the perfect little boy. Jack moving down to cut the cord as his mother raced forward with a heated towel to wrap him but Jack seized him and yanked him up the bed to Yan's chest knowing she didn't care about the muck, she wanted her boy by her heart once more.

"Oh Jack, he has your chin" she wept with joy as she examined the little boy, "Oh, your nose too. Oh look, he has Byrd's little folded ear too!"

"ahhhhhh" Jack gushed as he looked at a perfect little version of himself down to the chin and reached out to stroke a round cheek, "Perfect darling, oh he's a perfect one."

Yan lay in his arms sobbing with relief as Tosh and Owen cleaned her up and removed the afterbirth, Dahlia racing downstairs to tell them her grandson was here and soon the cheering was wafting up the stairs as they celebrated, Rhys lifting Dahlia off the ground as he kissed her and danced about.

Such a lovely boy.

Upstairs Yan was fading, the effort had tired her and now the shock was wearing off she wanted to rest. Jack helped Yan feed the baby and wrapped the blankets around them both, just a nappy between them as he struggled to get his own clothes off and join the skin fest.

"Perfect" Yan sighed, "Oh Jack. Look, he's looking at you."

Jack climbed in and looked at the wee face, the dark blue eyes of his father stared at him and he felt himself starting to tear, gulping down his joy as he saw the bloodline so strong.

"Hello Frankie" he whispered, "You are so lovely. Look at you."

"Frankie?"

"My Dad was Franklin" Jack said happily, "I was thinking Franklin Ifan Harkness-Jones."

"Why would I want my father tainting this little star" Yan snorted, "No. It's Franklin Owen thank you."

Owen popped his head up to stare at Yan with shock, "really? Me?"

"You are my brother, of course I want your name on him" she smiled, then a noise had her looking to the door where Gray was peeking around the frame with Byrd clutching his hand.

"Come on" Jack said with glee, "Come meet Frankie!"

"No, not Frankie" Yan said softly, "I had a dog called that, a real snarly thing with teeth like a wee weevil. No. Lin. Yeah? A boy can be a Lin, right?"

Gray rushed to the bed and leaned over, puling at the blankets and he stalled, only his eyes moving as he examined every minute detail of the little one, his mouth slowly twitching into a smile.

"What do you think Uncle Gray?" Yan asked, "Someone new to protect, teach and play with. He is going to love you so much."

"He's snotty" Byrd said as she looked at the mucus still in the baby's hair, "Why is he a giant snot?"

Yan blinked and turned to stare at her with confusion as Jack started to glare opening his mouth to chastise but Owen roared with laughter, "Yeah. He is a snot. He's our snot. Yeah, gonna be my little snot monster, yeah. You and me are gonna rule the world little man, just you wait. Uncle Owen has your back."

Byrd settled against Jack's back, leaning on his hip to look at the baby again, watching Jack carefully wiping his head to reveal….yeah. Little wafts of blondish hair.

"Ahhh, look Byrdie. He had Daddy's chin, Taddy's fingers and your hair" Jack crooned.

"But I like my hair and mine isn't full of snot!" she scoffed, then leaned in and little blue pools rolled to look back, making her grunt.

"He'll do I guess" she said as she flopped onto Jack's pillow, "A bit small but I guess we can feed him up, yeah?"

Jack laughed softly as Yan smiled and turned to look at Owen once more, seeing his joy for them.

"My kids are gonna be your friend, we are all one big family and it's gonna be grand" Owen gushed, "You wait Linny, it's going to be great."

"Owen?" Yan asked softly and he looked up at her, his face full of wonder.

"Yah sweetheart?"

"Why is Jack's expensive cashmere scarf covered in blood and wrapped around your head like a fucking turban?"

The baby chose that moment to make a small mewling sound and everyone was transfixed again.

Owen knew then that this one would be his minion, his confidant and fellow trickster.

Already watching his back for him!

Downstairs the dog watched the humans all race up for a look at the new pup and then he wandered over to sample the food on the coffee table.

Hmmm.

Not bad, not bad at all.

Luck was in the house as everyone was happy in that moment.

Even the dog.