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The twins were fighting, snarling and tugging at each other as they rolled about on the sofa.

"Stop that!" CJ growled from the nearby chair, "Taddy's having a snooze. You'll wake him!"

"Too late baby" Ianto yawned and stretched showing off his stomach.

"Jeez Tad" CJ laughed, "Can see that no fieldwork lately has gone to your waist."

"Er, I've had a lot to do with the stock that Archie needs" Ianto frowned, "Stop being so critical of me."

"I'm not" CJ said with surprise, "I didn't mean anything by it Taddy. I know you had yourself taken off active because of the work load down in the archives."

"Yeah, well. Stop picking at me!" Ianto frowned as he looked over at the twins who had now reached the back of the sofa and were toppling on the edge.

"SJ don't push your sister, she's going to …."

SJ defiantly shoved RJ and crowed triumphantly as she flew off the back and landed in a heap on the floor.

Silence.

Ianto rushed to her with a gasp of horror.

He scooped her up and said her name several times as he checked her for damage.

She took a shuddering breath and Ianto knew she was badly hurt as she screamed.

"SHIT!" Ianto scooped her into his arms, "The Austin Martin, go, go, go!"

Jack had the SUV and the other SUV Ianto had been hinting about had been purchased and promptly claimed by the hub.

CJ and Tarn clambered into the back as she cried and she screamed again as she clung to her Taddy with one hand, her arm held against her chest as it heaved.

"Shit," Ianto swore, "CJ, drive."

"What?"

"Goddamn it, those lessons cost enough. Get behind the wheel and bloody drive. SJ, back with me. Tarn front passenger."

They peeled out and made it to the hub where Martha and Owen bustled them in

It quickly became obvious that RJ had broken her wrist and SJ was inconsolable as he realised that he had hurt her.

Ianto had his own wrist still bandaged and made a joke about being a matching set as he comforted her.

The bright pink cast cheered her up.

CJ's glare at SJ didn't warm him any though.

Tarn slid over to join Ianto on the sofa as Jack bustled about carrying his wounded chick on his arms and alternating between giving orders and cooing to her.

SJ decided it was best to hide with Owen while CJ stalked him.

"Ianto?"

"Yes sweetling" Ianto turned to him and smiled.

"You knew she was hurt before she said so" Tarn pointed out.

"A Taddy knows. A good parent can tell the difference in their child's face, manner and cry" Ianto infirmed him as he scratched at his wrist.

"Is that healing?"

"Yep. Just itches, the bloody thing" Ianto frowned and pouted as he growled softly at his wrist.

"When you were pregnant, did you know?"

"Not with CJ" Ianto stopped scratching and leaned back, "Jack worked it out. With the twins, I knew."

"Did things change when you said it out loud?"

"Yeah. I became someone else. I became … less me, more a baby carrier" Ianto frowned up at the ceiling, "A lot of the problem was hormones messing with my moods, I would find fault. Everything said or done, I would wonder if it was because of the baby."

"So, they treated you different?"

"Yeah" Ianto sighed. "And I acted differently because of it."

"Is that why you're not saying anything now?"