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Ianto was snuggled against Jack on his side of the bed, both squished as if in a single bed and it felt like a lifetime ago that they had been in such a small space but it was kinda nice. All entwined and warm.

The storm had rolled in about one in the morning, the noise and bluster loud enough to sound like a freight train (or monster with severe breathing difficulties at least) circling the house and Angel was the first to enter the bed with little squeaks of fear as Ton calmly followed her with Muncher in his arms, ever the loving Daddy.

Now in the first light of morning Ianto lay listening to the soft rain wondering how Walt and Curt had feared with the kids who would not have stayed in the tents for a million quid as the pudding rain made the morning birdsong impossible. As he looked over the arm of his sleeping husband that was spooning him he smiled, finding his son spooning his new wife as well, their faces both serene as they snored softly in matching PJs, Muncher on the end to the bed also making little snorry puffs.

Hawk had not left his bed, not caring about noise at night. A Sherman Tank could not wake him once sleep. However… he knew Imp would not have been the same and neither would Monkey. He pondered again how the boys were around the lake.

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Curtis sat calmly buttering toast as the kids rampaged through the house like they had been doing since about midnight … yep not sleep here…. Walter was chasing one with a towel that had ventured outside to check the weather like the windows didn't work as he roared for the little shit to slow down moments before he slipped on the floor and went skidding the length of the kitchen.

They had not fared so well, the storm's directional fall coming through the front porch, front doors, landing and in to the kitchen/living area that was still flooded as they had given up on towels under the door in the small hours of the morning.

The kids were loving it all, now seeing a new game and as Walter lay stunned against the far wall he had moments to react as Curt squealed with alarm and he quickly scampered to his feet as Ben slid along the floor in his underwear screamed 'kowabunga dudes!"

"I'm not a dude" Maisey roared "Don't call me that you…you…"

"Really Missy Moo … don't be a cow!" Ben retorted and Curtis sighed as the piece of toast he had just handed his daughter flew through the air to land on the boy's head. Red jam flying out to hit the wall behind him. Imp started to laugh.

Ben gaped as the slice slid down his face "Gracie!"

"Leave my sister alone!" Grace demanded "Poo brain!"

"Yes. That's a good one sissy" Maisey agreed "Poo brain!"

"Oh god!" Walter said with a groan "The tents!"

Curtis rose and walked to the window to look out on their back yard and the tents that were not only collapsed but floating in a muddy mess.

"Ah shit" Curtis agreed, the giggle almost bubbling up then came a scream and loud bang as they all turned to find Monkey had taken a run up to the slide and was now firmly wedged in the wall.

Bum first.

Of course.