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Jack was trying to get the cot finished, grunting as he tried to get the wrench around the bolt as Carl calmly held the nut in place with his own tool. (Yeah I know...soooo many posible jokes there.)
Ianto was sitting with the children as they did cutting up and pasting into scrapbooks, loving the mess and noise. Ifan and Prim were talking excitedly about their upcoming birthday and all the kids were giving ideas for possible themes. There were at least eight children, some names escaping him but Babs knew them all as she supervised like a good woman.
Having a night without the Imp had given Jack fresh purpose and as the little fella sat happily in his beanbag watching the children his lovely Daddy was finishing his room so tonight he would be there again.
CRASH
Maybe.
Ton came out and looked around furtively, then stared as Ianto and stepped back into the hall to hiss, "Nah. I don't think he heard it!"
Ianto tried not to laugh at the covert mission to gauge his attention, Badger walking past with a look of horror. "Ton? It everything OK son?"
"Good, good. Dad is just trying things out for ….ah….durability." Ton said then frowned, "Is that a real word?"
"Durability, strength and resilience." Ianto nodded, "Good job love."
Ton nodded and furtively slid along the wall like some weird spy comedy as Babs leaned back to watch then looked at her Tad, "Should I go check?"
"No, it's OK. It didn't sound too…"
BANG
"…bad."
Thump
Thud
Crack
Giggling as the children looked at each other, Babs rose to let the little ones have her spot at the coffee table and she snuck into the hall to listen, then returned.
"It's OK. Something is suck on Dad, or he is stuck in something. Best leave them to it, Uncle Carl is laughing so it's nothing too serious. Mustn't be any blood" she said as she curled op on the sofa to watch the little ones, "Tad? Is it babyish that I like doing this still?"
"Well what would that make me then, I still scrapbook love. This is how you learn. Those wonderful collages you do and frame for the hallway? You learnt by doing this when you were a child."
To hear him refer to her as an adult filled her with joy and she hugged herself for a moment before leaning back, "I want to make one for Greg's parents."
"Talk to Fen and Walt then, when they are here at the weekend be sure to get lots of shots for a wonderful one. Fen is here until Monday, right? All smiles and no Cancer allowed." Ianto suggested and she shot off to ask, tiptoeing pas the nursery door and not able to resist peeking in.
Jack was twisting as he snarled at Carl to help, the cot around him like some sort of medieval torture device as Carl giggled and snorted, hunting for a release button.
Trust Dad to build the damned thing upside down and then have the locks in place.
At least it worked
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