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Shay was listless as the bub lay in the little tub. It was actually a large patio planter or horse trough or something. Ianto didn't care what the hell it was, he was grateful to Marv for leaving it at the door. It was large enough to pull inside to the windows so Shay could watch the water and the swans while laying in the cool makeshift mini bathtub.
Ianto was holding the ice-block out so the little one could take a suck. "Look. There's Daddy."
Shay looked to their left and there was Jack, standing there on the other side of the glass in a red speedo making a weird face as he started to dance in the soft drizzle and Ianto watched the little sweetie's face light up with delight. Ianto stated to laugh as Jack found the deck slippery and Ianto shook his head "Poor Daddy. That speedo is far too small. If he falls over it might ping off like a rubber band."
The little one roared with mirth, then coughed and wheezed as Ianto rubbed the little back and crooned. Jack was concerned and knelt with his hand on the glass watching as the little one's face became less red and puffy, breathing restored.
Ianto nodded to show the little one was OK and Jack grinned, then it slid slightly as Hawk came sliding past Jack in his white socks. Ianto's horror at the colour they were fast becoming in the duck shit was only heightened as his eyes travelled up to find the buck arse naked child now pressed against the glass like some sort of weird bug on a windscreen.
Now Shay was really laughing, a little hand slapping at Hawks' bits as Jack looked as horrified as Ianto.
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"I don't see the problem, Daddy was doing it!" Hawk argued as he stood getting his head rubbed ferociously by his Tad, the Daddy in question now in a fluffy robe with Shay tucked inside against his bare skin so he could tell the tot's temperature. Apparently a naked child in your robe is the best way… just ask Jack. Better than the lip-to-forehead tried and tested method Taddy usually uses.
"The problem is that Neekid Day at Rose Cottage is not the same as a Neekid Day at the Lake House" Ianto said, each 'Neekid Day' emphasized with a hard rub.
"Taddy, if the locals are scared of my little black neekid arse we have bigger problems than duck shit on our deck." The boy replied sagely "And Daddy, maybe the water blaster can sort that shit out?"
"Shit yeah!" came a muffled response from inside the robe and everyone froze, Hawk realizing a little too late that he had been projecting his Daddy a little too much.
"Well… you did start that with your ranting and raving about all the duck shit on his socks getting tracked in" Jack defended his Black Arsed Neekid Fool.
Ianto rubbed some more and the boy's closely cropped curls finally stated to resemble a mild afro.
Hiding his grin as the little shit had sounded soooo Jack.
But I think it is time to burn that bloody speedo.
