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Jack stood surveying the damage with a sigh, then he turned to Ianto with a look Ianto did NOT like.

"Tiger… the entire frame has to come out and be replaced… he's split it too high to just putty over this time" Jack said as he traced his finger over the hairline crack "It will take at least the afternoon… sorry love."

Ianto grimaced as he slumped back and knew his beloved hidey-hole…. I mean… his Throne Room would be lost to him and the only other place to hide… ah… think…. Is the pantry.

"I just don't get why he does it. He knows full well what is right and wrong, can even read lines and hold down two jobs… never forgets his baby's feeding times… how the hell can he never remember that a locked door means come back later?" Jack muttered as he started to look at the broken door.

"Because he's Ton" Ianto rigged.

"There has to be a way to stop this, damn love. I am changing out one every few months… Christ when the baby was due you just left the bloody door open when in here with his constant questions and panicking. We have to have it locked because of the medications in here, not just for your sanity. If he is just gonna use that 6 ft 3, 270 pound body like a battering ram each time… we should really rethink things."

"I know. But … for some reason he just cannot equate my space as out of bounds."

"We spoiled him" Jack declared with a huff.

"We spoiled all of them. Come on Cariad… look at me. Look at me and tell me that if Walter was standing at the end of the bed tonight saying he had a bad dream we would not pull him into the bed for a cuddle… at his age." Ianto laughed.

"Yeah" Jack grinned softly, his saggy bum boy.

"A key pad" Ianto said with shock as he stood up from the wall he had been leaning on "Cariad. We put in a key pad… put in his birthday so he never forgets… let him in. I am not locking him out, I am locking out the babies. He is in there within seconds… let him in. He might respect it more, at least stop the hard work for you."

"You know… that might work" Jack nodded "Baby… that might just bloody work. You bloody genius!"

That kiss was one of triumph.

This might work.