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Jack looked up with surprise as Ianto entered their home and he put his book down that he had been reading by the fire "Tiger? Forget something?"
"Yes. That our son can be a prick sometimes" Ianto replied, slumping on the sofa with a sigh "Someone has been indulging before coming home and is a bit lippy. I tried to say I was there to babysit but he wouldn't' listen, told me to bugger off out of HIS house would ya believe. Him and Curt are having words I fear."
"What?" Jack was still stuck on the 'bugger off' part as he blinked slowly at his husband.
"Some guy on the show called Dale that Walter is liking, gushing over. Curtis is feeling a bit unattractive so he asked for tonight. Why I was gonna babysit. Super Star comes home tipsy and decided I am the problem here, ordered me off so Curtis will be right fucking proper stuffed. No one else will babysit Maisey. I sure as fuck will not go back over there tonight, not if he is like that."
"Well maybe I bloody well will" Jack spluttered with anger, starting to get out of his chair.
"No. No. He is too tipsy. To that belligerent stage. No. I will take heed of his sage words" Ianto rose and started to stalk off, Jack frowning as he caught the tone and the wording of the statement.
Walt was going to pay.
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Maisey was not sure about this.
It was nice to have Taddy come into her room and slip into the bed for a cuddle but she was not sure where Daddy would fit as he stood in the doorway looking sad.
"Curty? What about me?"
"Your money. Your house. Your big bed. Go sleep in it"
Maisey snuggled into Curtis as she felt his sorrow. Something bad had happened and she wondered if she might have done something wrong. Was she in trouble? Was Daddy mad? Taddy was surely sad so … what did she do?
"My precious little girl. I love you and always want you here in my arms" Curtis whispered softly "I will fight for you. Kill you for you. OK? I will never chose someone else over you. I will never send you away. OK? You belong here."
Maisey listened to him and wondered what he meant, then she looked at the doorway again but Daddy was gone.
She didn't like this. Taddy was sad. Daddy should be making it better, not going away. She wanted to go and see if he was Ok but he had that look she knew from her first parents. He was drunk and that scared her too.
Bad things happened when booze was involved.
She clung to her lovely Taddy some more and watched the door in case he came back.