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"So… did it work?" John asked.
Jack did not answer, just pointed as his mate wandered past with their daughter strapped on his chest. Her face had a matching glower to his. Oh. Right. That's a nope. Daniel was walking behind his Tad in a parody of him, complete with bored face. Little monkey.
"Well… we need to try again."
"John, this is his child as much as mine. Do you think that if you broke Ianto's favourite milk jug then he would accept another one?" Jack asked.
"Fuck."
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Ianto had given his daughter over to Gwen who was at least able to comfort her with those boobs acting like an airbed. Gwen had been dancing around gently, jiggling the tired yet pissed off little girl when Ianto had left the main HUB to get a file and now he was back, he was confused.
Daisy was no longer lounging on her auntie's tits. Gwen was still sort of dancing but more like, screaming as Daisy had handfuls of her hair, yanking as she gave her own scream of rage.
On the desk nearby were several brand-new binkies of various sizes and configurations and clearly Gwen had thought she would 'fix' things by simply offering a new one. Silly cow. Her kids had not been binky kids. Not when mama's tit was always there for a comfort suck and their thumbs otherwise. Daisy did not suck her thumb. Jack had asked Ianto if he had been a thumb sucker either and was satisfied to learn that he was not, thinking maybe Ianto's germ thing had passed to her and she would not lower herself to suck a dirty thumb. Yeah, that had led to a hissed argument for a moment or two.
Ianto managed to get hold of Daisy who was feisty for a six-month-old, her snarl savage and as Gwen staggered back it was Andy who caught her and stopped her from falling over.
"Fuck me. She's a bottler!" Andy laughed as Ianto now struggled with a tiny body that was wayyyy stronger than you would think a little baby could be.
"With Jack's enhanced 51st Century DNA and my Welsh temper… she is more a claws-out kinda gal" Ianto agreed and then sighed as he felt the shirt rip. He then allowed his daughter to latch on and stood there glaring openly at John as his daughter suckled.
"Wow. Now I AM jealous"
WHOMP
"Hey Rhia" Ianto said with a soft smile as his sister appeared from behind the kitchen doorway, her free hand having found it's mark as the bottle of chocolate milkshake was shaken in the other hand. Ianto clocked it and his smile slid as he now gave her a look of anger.
"Oh, get over it Teddy Bear. She likes chocolate. Is it really any wonder when she is your kid?" she demanded, shaking it near the baby's head and the tit was instantly popped out as the little bird like mouth opened expectantly.
"Wait… how long have you been giving her this?" Ianto demanded as he realized his beast knew exactly what was on offer.
"Oh, get over it, she's got his DNA and this will not hurt her" Rhianon snatched the child and swung to storm off leaving Ianto to gape at her back.
"You know that woman has this way of tipping her hand as the slap connects and it…" John's voice petered off and his hand that was swinging to show Rhiannon's' style froze in the air as Ianto's eyes slide to meet his.
No doubt the anger shared in that look would silence anyone.
This was not over.
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"Jack, we have another Decay escape warning" Beckett yelled across the HUB and Jack made a noise in his throat as he rose from his chair and headed for the doors to the garage, then he slowed. He entered the garage to glare at the SUV waiting and then with a sigh he got in and adjusted the seat… for about the eighth time. Seems like every time he gets in the seat is not right.
Of course this is not Black Beauty. Unfortunately, she was beyond repair this time, the chassis twisted from the deep immersion at great speed. It had taken him so long to get that one to the specs he had needed, now he had to start all over again.
They drove up the ramp into the light, this underground garage not a much fun to exit as the original one in the Plass but still enough to catch some air and make Beckett squeak. Always fun to make him squeak.
John was walking along the street swinging a flower he was absently bashing against each lamppost as he passed it… don't ask me why. This is John Hart.
Jack slowed and John perked up, dropping the flower to clamber into the back seat and lean through the seats "Where are we going Tulip?"
"Nope."
"Ah… Buttercup?"
"Better" Jack swung around a corner and John slid across the seat, giggling as he tried to grab for the back of Beckett's headrest.
"We have some Decay on the loose." Jack finally said and John whooped as he reached for the compact gun safe on the back of the passenger seat.
Time to hunt zombies.