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Ianto felt someone on the bed and knew it was Walter by the soft hands stroking his head.
"Poor Taddy" came a soft croon as Walter tried to soothe his Taddy's headache away.
Ianto drifted, the soft crooning of his boy helping and at some stage Walter was replaced with larger, stronger arms as Jack cradled him.
Owen was silent, but the antiseptic smell was obvious as his hands gently poked and prodded, eliciting a small moan as Ianto turned away from him.
Jack left and he was joined by a tiny body that smelt of dough and bananas.
Ianto slept.
He woke to a little boy stroking his face and Ton grinned as he saw his Taddy was awake.
Ianto rose, finding his head much better and wandered out to find his family getting ready for tea.
"Jesus, I slept all day?" he asked and Babbit froze, looking over at him.
"Hey, you OK babe?" Jack asked and Ianto smiled as he nodded.
"You have to calm down mate" Owen said as he sat in one of the kitchen chairs, "Your blood pressure was though the roof. We might have to check your dosage, yeah?"
"Yeah" Ianto sighed, plonking down on the sofa beside the sad boy.
"What are you doing?" he asked Babbit and was silently handed a card.
IT was a snake or crocodile or … ah.
"Bert" Ianto said and got a small smile as Babbit turned to Stephen.
"See?" He hissed at his brother, "He bloody well does know who it is!"
Ianto opened the card.
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Dear Taddy
Sorry Bert flied onto your head. The parachute was clearly incorrectly instored.
Babbit
Your son
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"The parachute was incorrectly installed?" Ianto repeated with confusion.
"Yes. I thought I should install it the same as Action Man wears it but obviously Bert didn't know how to fall like a paratrooper does" Babbit shrugged and Ianto sighed as he rose to place the apology card on the mantle.
"It's a lovely card darling" he said gently, "I am in complete agreement that your Berty is not cut out for an Action Man's life. Besides, he can't even carry a rifle."
Babbit nodded as he contemplated, "True Taddy. Very true."
Bethy whispered something and Babbit's eyes lit up.
"Where's Papa?"
"Out as the SUV, changing the oil for me" Jack said and the two children ran outside as Jack shrugged at Ianto and called after them. "Tell him its tea time."
"Don't ask, don't worry!" Ianto sighed, "Whatever it is, we will find out as soon as he caves."
"Bloody pirates" Jack muttered and Ianto couldn't help but smile.
He sounded so much like Babbit.
