Jack was weary. The whole week had been a disaster from go to woe. The house was great. Ianto had been less than enthused and Jack belatedly realised it was because he hadn't been part of the process. Really though, it wouldn't have been a surprise otherwise, right?

It had been a fluke to have even found the house during a routine weevil hunt (no he was NOT telling Ianto he caught a weevil in the back yard thank you very much … not stepping on that landmine!) and it had ticked all the boxes.

Big, tall and sexy yeah baby! The pool was enclosed so Miller was safe, the balcony was perfect for breakfasts in summer and Jack had stood transfixed in the bathroom imagining Ianto's hair floating about his crotch in the hot tub so long John had thought he'd had a stroke or something.

Ianto's reaction of horror and hate had completely floored him and he prayed to the Gods that it would grow on him. Jack saw the potential in the place, Ianto only saw the bad.

Gwen had been demanding but right. They had spent the last five hours going over the staff rosters to find little lee-way so Jack could spend more time with his boys in the new home. Maybe if he was here more Ianto would view it more as a home, not a prison.

Jack let himself in quietly and as he passed shitty-kitchen (damn now he was calling it that) he noted an empty bottle on the counter. Really? He thought they had talked about Miller's night feeds. Boy was getting fat, well OK pudgy then.

Entering the main bedroom, Jack refused to call it a master, Jack found Ianto asleep on top of the silk sheets with Miller zonked out beside him. Ianto was dressed only in boxers and a light sheen of sweat on his chest made Jack's mouth water. Damn the imp for cock blocking what might have been a great wake-up idea. Miller was on his stomach with his fingers locked in Ianto's hair and Jack couldn't resist a few quick selfies with them before settling down to kick off his boots.

Yeah, I know. Bad idea which Jack realised as his boot sailed through the air and out through the open window to land with a large hollow thud on the decking outside.

Ianto's grunt of shock coupled with Miller's shriek was a pretty good indicator that he would have been better off to have slept on the daybed in the den. Or the "doghouse" as Ianto had kept referring to it.

He scooped Miller up to apologise forgetting about the hair and Ianto yelped with pain as several strands came away with the digits of doom. Not realising this, Jack had proceeded to bounce Miller on his knee while crooning apologies and raining kisses about his face. The milk curdled mess Miller then proceeded to fill his lap, the bed and Ianto's hair with as he had tried to go back to sleep had been a really, really unfortunate moment.

Jack knew Ianto didn't want to hear from him now so he took Miller to the second level and knocked on the door. John opened it and smiled as he saw his nephew in a right snotty state. He reached for the baby and Jack followed them into the room looking about with glee.

"What happened to you slug" John crooned as he wiped his face with a damp cloth. The mottled cheeks were a pretty good indicator that he had been crying and the smell of stale milk also a good sign that the poor little chick had thrown up.

Jack walked around the room admiring some of John's eclectic finds. An old miner's lamp sat next to a meteorite and the Rubik cube in eight colours had interested Jack for all of the time it took him to realise he was only mucking it up more.

"Ianto said no alien tech Johnny, "Jack waved it over his shoulder as John kissed Miller's red cheeks tenderly.

"Oi! I swiped that off toad face! Came from toys are us or something, "John reached for his toy with a frown. "Nothing alien about it. Came from this period."

"Rally?' Jack was intrigued. When had John and toad fa … damn! When had John and Owen started swapping toys? God, if they ever bonded the place was in real trouble.

Jack loved John's treasure trove of wonders and also knew Ianto would never let him do the house like this. Maybe the doghouse since that was almost exclusively going to be his for the foreseeable future.

Miller was gurgling now and Jack smiled as he watched his son tweak John's nose. John's honk each time he did it had Miller in hysterics. A sound alerted Jack to the fact they weren't alone and he turned just in time to see something on Ianto's face before it smoothed to its usual frown of doom. Had that really been sadness? Had Jack really got it that wrong that he had hurt his mate with this change of pace?

Ianto stepped forward with still damp hair from the shower and reached for Miller who yelled and twisted away from him burying his face in Joh's neck.

"Aw, look. Stinky beast wants Uncle John, eh?" John said playfully pretending to bite Miller's fingers.

Miller smiled at John and patted his face babbling in baby with a serious look on his own face.

"Really? You wanna watch the playboy channel?" John gasped and Jack laughed at his son's serious little face as he told off his uncle. He looked so much like Ianto when he did that.

Ianto's arms dropped to his sides as John walked over to a shiny rock and handed it to Miller who squealed with delight and immediately put it in his mouth. When Ianto made an unhappy noise John turned and smiled at him.

"Don't worry mommy, it's clean. Honest" he laughed.

Ianto turned to see Jack smiling too and thought they were laughing at him. Fine! With a grunt Ianto turned and fled the room. Jack recalled the flash of sadness and decided to follow.

"Bug OK with you bud?" he said over his shoulder noting John's absent nod as he settled in the lazy boy with Miller to play some "kill the zombie" game Ianto would probably not approve of.

Jack found Ianto back in the main room. With a snap Ianto closed the phone he had been speaking into and turned to give Jack a full glare. Jack shrugged and tried to get a hug which Ianto deftly sidestepped and Jack was left grabbing at air.

With a snarl Ianto pulled a bag down from the wardrobe and threw it across the room to land by the door. His bug out bag? Jack frowned with confusion then turned to ask Ianto what was happening when a familiar grinding noise filled the air.

Jack took the stairs two at the time with John following slower due to his fragile bundle of doom and so Jack was first to reach the Tardis as the doors flew open.

River exited and snatched the baby from the fast approaching John with a cry of glee and swung him around in the air.

"Careful, he just threw up everywhere not long ago" Jack warned with a laugh.

The doctor exited next, oh wow new face? He frowned at Jack then started to wriggle a finger.

"Call me Frobisher and I'll hurt you Jack" he warned with a Scottish lit then laughed.

Ianto brushed past into the Tardis then stepped back out and reached for Miller who repeated his refusal to go to him.

"Leave him. He doesn't want me. Jack says I'm doing it wrong anyway. "Ianto said to River softly before disappearing back through the blue door.

With a sound of regret she passed the baby to Jack who looked at the doctor for clarification as she stepped through the door after Ianto.

"Just for a few days, yeah?" the Doctor said clapping Jack on the shoulder, "he just needs to take a wee break to think a few things through.'

The Doctor then entered the Tardis leaving Jack to stare at the fading box and his retreating mate. What just happened? He turned to John who was stood with a similar look of shock. Miller started to cry and Jack realised they were in trouble now.