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Since it was only Walt and Ianto sick, Jack decided to take Stephen and Babbit with him to the village, leaving Ianto with Walter and Ton.

Since Babbit had been immunized by his caring uncle Owen, he was safe around the babies and Stephen had been immunized as well. Walter had missed the immunizations due to a school trip and Ianto had been still having treatments, which had been the whole purpose of the shots for the rest of the family.

The fact Walter had been missed was down to Jack forgetting the follow up, but so did Owen A fact he had pointed out when Ianto had complained about the family fracture for the weekend.

"But why can you not take Ton as well?" Ianto demanded, trying not to cough as he reached for his drink.

"Babs and Stephen want to do some camping, you know Ton will ruin it like the bugger he is. I can't let them sleep out in the tent on their own and who will sleep with Ton inside?"

"John?" Ianto huffed.

"Can't do this weekend, he had a surveillance job for the next five days in London!" Jack said, "For godsake, it's only Walt and Ton. You keep telling me you're better now."

"Fine" Ianto huffed, then gave in and a volley of coughs filled the house.

"Jesus, are you OK?" Jack reached for him.

"Fine" he rasped, "Go. Don't forget Stephen's air mattress, his hip won't be any good on the ground."

"OK" Jack smiled, "Can't kiss you goodbye, you have the swervy."

Ianto sighed as he shrugged, "Thought you were immunized."

Jack swore as he realized Ianto did not like the joke and he leaned in for a kiss but Ianto was already shuffling back to the sofa where Walter was asleep.

"Your Tad can help, he'll love fusing on you" Jack smiled as Stephen dragged his case out the door.

"You will get better!" Babbit demanded as he cuddled Bert to his chest.

"Bert is not to camp outside mister!" Ianto warned, "He'll get too cold."

"Yes Taddy" Babbit agreed, "Heck will look after him inside."

Ianto listened to the excited shouting and laughing as they got ready and left, Walter listlessly staring at the ceiling.

Ianto had told Jack both his parents were away for the weekend at a symposium. He also knew Tosh and Owen were working.

His head was splitting and now he had a little boy looking for his 'Fen' and his 'Babble' with increasing anger as it was dawning on him that they had been left behind.

Ton plonked in his butt and started to cry, large tears rolling down his cheeks and Ianto went to lift him up, losing his grip and letting him fall back to the ground.

Although it had been only a soft thump it was enough to anger the little boy more and now he was really screaming.

Ianto sat next to him and started to cry softly as well, his hands letting him down.

Walter rolled on the sofa as he drifted off to sleep, unaware of his father's despair as he opened and closed his fists, then slammed one into the floor.

Ianto let himself wallow for a few minutes and then he rose, looking for the box on the mantle. He then gave the box to Ton who sniffled and opened it to see what it was.

His binky.

Tom hummed happily as his old friend he hadn't seen in a while was put to work and Ianto covered his sleeping son. Then he looked out the window and swore as he watched the dogs loping past with something.

Grub had managed to get a duvet cover off the line and was climbing into it as Myfanwy tried to tear it off him.

It was going to be a long weekend.