5

"Percy?"

"Don't be fucking stupid" Jack said and Ianto knew he did not need to ask what Franklin was doing as the man's eyes were dancing with glee while poking his son.

"Well… maybe Percival then?"

"Dad. You are NOT helping. Look at this face… this is not a Percy face." Jack held the little puppy up and Ianto's hand stopped moving towards the carton of milk.

"Jack? Is that… it that one of my bed socks?"

"Well he was cold, told you already" Jack sniffed as he cuddled the puppy back into his shirt and the bed sock that had been hacked with scissors so it had the bottom half missing and two holes for font legs… yeah. A crude doggy jacket…. You now the kind of bed socks. Ianto kinda bed socks. They are fluffy in the inside, really cool patterns on the outside... cost upwards of 50 quid and are only hand washed in the fucking ever living bloody fuckery doody hell! Ianto blinked slowly, then turned back to the sink and stared out the window silently.

"Wow... he has you sorted. What a little boss. What is the one above Captain? He can order a Captain around so easily… what is that?" David asked as he placed his plate on the bench.

"A Major. A Major can order a Captain but is lower than a lieutenant" Ianto said softly.

"Major. Huh. Um… what about Titan!" Mica helped.

"No… might as well call him Bruiser!" David said to her as they both laughed.

"Crusher" Jack said and Ianto closed his eyes, counting in his head before he tried to whack him.

"That is a cool one Cariad."

"Yah. Crusher. You like that one darling? Does my sweedie poo like dat one….yeahhhhhhhh. Cwusha?" Jack started to baby talk again and Franklin looked at him with shock.

"Jackson… not even Alice got that level of… ah…."

"Devotion" Ianto saved him and he glanced at him with gratitude as he regained himself and nodded that Ianto was right.

"Luce was a great mama and she wanted for nothing where as… look at him. He is an orphan who needs me. Yeahhhhhh… he needs his daddy….yeahhhhhh" Jack looked up the little dog who looked around the room and seemed to focus on Ianto with a look Ianto would come to know well in the coming weeks and years of this little one's life in the family.

Victory.

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"Oh god"

Jack looked up from the paper work strewn about on the coffee table to find Ianto in the doorway with a look of horror and he looked in the direction of Ianto's gaze to see what the problem was. Oh. Shit.

Princess was on the sofa curled up asleep and Myfanwy sat pimply with her, and her look of doom was evident as she watched Bonnie and Bruiser as he was now being called wrestle over a shoe. A familiarly expensive shoe.

Jack acted quickly "Bonnie. Bad dog!"

He rushed to seize the shoe and pick up his little darling at the same time as the Chihuahua took the chance to snap at the sheltie then let off a volley of abuse that made all human glad they did not understand Dog or someone would be getting his little mouth washed out with soap.

"Jack! You left the bloody wardrobe door open again. For fucksake I told you to keep it closed if you will not restrict Bruiser to the fucking kitchen!" Ianto snarled. Then he looked around with new interest "Jack?"

"I will fix it" Jack muttered, on his hand and knees picking up a broken CD case neither man had noticed until now.

"Jack."

"What!" Jack stopped what he was doing to glare at Ianto then add "See? A new baby in the house and we need to pay attention. Needs time to let a new routine settle in."

"Right." Ianto said slowly.

Jack knew something was wrong by the tone of that word, the slow drawl of it and above all… that eye twitch. He sighed "Yes Tiger?"

"Where are the kids?"

"Huh?"

"Your turn to pick them up from school…. Remember? I put the note on the fridge… like I told you this morning while Bruiser was getting his wheeties?" Ianto pointed in the direction of the fridge with increasing anger "Tell me you did NOT forget our children."

"No. Dad is picking them up actually, sent a text to say he was getting them" Jack said with confidence, then he checked his phone and repeated "Yeah. Dad. Texted me that he is there."

"Because they could to get hold of me with my fucking phone off" Ianto sighed.

"Sorry love… I will explain to the kids that Bruiser can sometimes distract me… awwwww. Look. He wants it back... come on. One shoe. What can it hurt?" Jack gushed as the little puppy tried to leap for the shoe like a whale getting a fish at Sea World.

"And when it's one of your boots he is chewing with such enthusiasm? Can I use those same words and gushing fuckery?" Ianto asked.

"He's a baby. He's teething. Come on… it's buggered now anyway" Jack argued, trying to reach for the shoe.

"No! Bad Jack" Ianto said and then to Jack's shock Ianto slapped him lightly across the face with the shoe.

Ianto stormed from the room as Jack sat back and placed a hand to his cheek, looking down at the pup who was staring back with the weird little bug eyes almost popping out to his tiny head… clearly his brain exploding as well.

Wow.

Someone got a telling off.