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Ianto was cleaning.
Jack had watched the Muppet Movie and was bored so he left Hawk and Shay snuggled in with the next Muppet movie in the list… whatever the hell that was… and went to see if he could help.
"Don't you dare step off that step!" Ianto warned "I am not done moping these floors!"
"Ianto…" Jack started, then sighed and headed back upstairs to find his spot taken by one of the dogs.
"Oi! No dogs on the bed remember?" Jack grumbled as he tried to drag it off only to find it unable to move, Hawk laying across the pincer's flank.
"Hawk, your dog has to get out!"
"Ringo is too tired" came the reply as the boy did not look up from the screen.
"Hawk!"
"DAD!"
"DO I HAVE TO COME UP THERE!" Ianto roared from below.
"NOOOOOO!"
Ianto stood in the kitchen looking at the ceiling with a glare on his face that could curdle milk, then he sprayed the surface of the island for the third time. Third time's the charm ya know. He looked at the bottle. Windaline. What? Shit. Glass cleaner? Oh well. Same diff. Bergh. Oh, shiny.
Ianto hummed as he worked, then once he was satisfied he moved on to the table. So many touches here, he needed at least four… five goes at this. Ergh. The chairs. They touched them too, to pull one out you.. ah. Right. Ianto sprayed some more and then got a fresh rag, the bucket full of used ones almost overflowing.
Upstairs Shay was bored and slid from the bed, toddling to the stairs that were a big no-no. Looked at the bed and the two Muppets snoring, then sat, sliding diligently down each step and getting closer to the singing that was so nice to hear.
Ianto stopped rubbing the door handle to straighten up, his hand on his lower back as he groaned and turned to freeze with horror, Shay half way down the stairs.
"GODDAMN IT JACKSON!" Ianto roared with horror as Jack sat bolt upright, awake in an instant and he slapped the bed on the other side of Hawk, then swore, sliding out to run and see the kiddy gate still open like he left it, then he was heading down the stairs to see his child almost to the bottom, frozen as Ianto stood there with the spray bottle aimed at the child like he was about to spray their bub down like a germ.
Aw man, he was in trouble now.
