They got home to a quiet house and they snuck upstairs to find Owen and Tosh asleep in Ianto's bed.

Jack eagerly followed Ianto back down to their room …. Their room! …. And Ianto sat on the end of the bed. Jack stood hesitantly looking at Ianto who held out his arms.

Jack rushed to his husband's embrace, pushing him back up the bed as he kissed him passionately.

"Jack" Ianto sighed and Jack tore at their clothing, whimpering as Ianto lay limply looking at him through his lashes.

They made love slowly, languidly kissing as Jack thrust deeply into his beautiful husband. Ianto's soft cries of pleasure enough to sustain Jack until Ianto finally grunted and ground his teeth, shooting ribbons of cum between them and Jack relaxed, letting himself fall.

He came back to himself as Ianto stroked his face, softly singing something in Welsh. Jack settled against him, careful to clean them both with some of Babbit's wet wipes and laid his head on Ianto's chest, content to listen to the rhythm of his heart.

"I love you Jack" Ianto said softly. "Up there on that bloody mountain, when the avalanche hit, all I could think of was you. Not the boys, just you."

"When I opened the door I knew, I looked at those poor people come to tell me and I could see you clear as day in my mind" Jack clung to him, finally able to feel him relax.

"I'm sorry we got this fucked up" Ianto sighed.

"I'm sorry I lied, withheld … whatever you want to call it." Jack kissed the lovely chest, soft chest hair comforting against his cheek, "I never thought I would need someone the way I need you. It's like … I can't see the real world, I'm looking at it through a waterfall. With you, there's clarity."

"Jack, I …" Ianto looked down and smiled.

Jack had drifted off while he was thinking and Ianto kissed his forehead and closed his eyes, content with his lot.

Walter crept in before Babbit could wake everyone and peeked at his fathers.

In the night, they had changed positions and now Ianto was cocooned in Jack's arms as Jack smiled into his hair.

Walter grinned and skipped out of the room, returning to his bed before Babbit gave his first roar of the morning.

Myfanwy lifted her head and blinked, looked at Walter and settled back.

The cats fled, rushing for the kitchen and the chance to trip an unsuspecting human while demanding breakfast.

Ianto stirred, rubbing his face on Jack's chest as Jack stretched. "Babs has big lungs."

"Yeah" Jack grinned as he rubbed Ianto's' back, "Considering he was so weak, he's making up for it now."

Tosh could be heard laughing about something and Owen's loud "oi" echoed. Both men lay listening to the house wake, come alive and breathe.

Ianto slapped Jack's chest and slid to his side of the bed, feeling for his slippers and pleased to find them where he had left them before the madness had torn their family apart.

Jack watched Ianto plod out into the kitchen to shout at Owen for playing with the coffee machine and congratulated himself for placing the slippers there last night before they left.

So hopeful, so wanting.

The Harkness-Jones family started their day.