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Yan was sleeping, so deeply asleep that Jack was able to pull her further into the bed without her even stirring.
"Is she OK?" Jack asked Owen with worry and he looked over, still packing up his stuff.
"Look at this wee one your mother is passing about like pass the parcel, this was hard work" Owen said softly, "She's buggered mate. This storm isn't letting up and we are all settling in here. Let her sleep. You know, the Doctor said no shifting for a while, tank gods there was one but I think that and the birth has done her in. Batteries depleted. Ya know?"
Jack nodded to show that he understood and settled to watch her sleep, her face slack as she snored gently, so tired. So damned tired.
Owen was right, she had given everything.
He was startled awake by his mother's gentle hand stroking his face and she offered him a plate of food but he could see Yan still resting so he shook his head, wanting to eat with her. He could hear the party downstairs, everyone revelling as Christmas rolled in and he smiled, knowing the greatest gift was currently asleep in his arms, and his daughter snuggled in the bed with Gray, his side taken as Yan slumbered on her side.
Owen came back in and to Jack's surprise he settled on the foot of the bed and closed his eyes, looking like Lucky. Why he wasn't in the bed downstairs with Tosh was a mystery and then Owen muttered softly, "How was I supposed to know the brakes on a snow plough need more response time."
Tosh's car. Shit.
"We'll take her car shopping in the New Year let her pick whatever she likes" Jack assured his friend, "or we'll let the girls go shop together. Something large enough for the car seats in the back, but still makes her feel sexy. Yan will help her there.
"Yeah" Owen nodded as he accepted the blanket Jack was throwing over him, "Love this big bastard of a bed."
"Me too" Jack smiled, then looked at Yan to find her awake watching him, her soft smile needing a kiss and he lifted the blankets for him, letting him slide in her side with the baby between them.
Jack didn't sleep and was content to watch her sleep, her lashes fluttering against her cheeks. She was beautiful. Owen left and returned with a bottle during the night as Yan slept on.
Jack watched the light sneak around the curtains as dawn broke and he realised the storm was easing so he slid from the bed and carried his son over to the change table in the corner of the room, changing and dressing him as he looked at his wee fingers and toes, then returned to the bed as Yan sighed and shifted seeking his warmth.
"I'm here love" he said as he slid back in and gently undid her nightgown so their son could suckle.
"Oh, that feels good" she sighed, "So full. Did I miss a feed?"
"Owen was on it" Jack assured her, "And he's happy now, look at him go. So strong."
"The wind has died down" Yan said after a while, "Think it's over?"
"It's just a lull" Owen muttered as he stretched and Yan blinked with surprise as she watched Owen get off the bed and walk to the window scratching his crotch and yawning.
Shit" Owen snorted "Even the snow plough is almost covered!"
"What?" Jack clambered from the bed and raced to the window to peer out with Owen at the winter wonderland below, the snow so deep Tosh's smashed car was totally gone, the plough covered over the tracks.
"Wow" Jack said, then snorted as Andy raced out and flopped in the snow, Rhys walking out to yell at him then fall to make snow angels as well. From their vantage point it looked like children playing, not grown men.
"Fuck, I'm gonna play in the snow before the storm blows back in" Owen muttered, walking off and Yan smiled softly as she shook the kids awake.
"Quick" she whispered, "Go get dressed, the snow is here."
Jack helped them dress and he led them outside where everyone else was playing in the snow, snowballs being made for a battle and laughter filling the air.
Jack looked up at the window and wanted to go back up but Yan had insisted he go have fun, his love for the snow no secret and he hoped she was sleeping again.
Soon he would take her up some porridge and then carry her down for the gifts.
He knew his mother was overly excited about that aspect of Christmas and he hoped she hadn't gone too overboard.
Although, truth be known…he was excited too.
