[When the three of them started sharing a bed more often, once they all found their favorite places John and Ianto somehow ended up usually holding hands when they slept with Jack between them. They would each fling an arm around him, somehow meet in the middle, and it was stupidly romantic.
Later, it became stupidly useful: when one of them would have a nightmare, they could reassure each other—and when Jack had one they could rouse each other.
Tonight is no exception: they’re all in the Beacons, their fingers are tangled on Jack’s chest, and Ianto is roused by John’s thumb pressing gently between two of his knuckles.
Leaving his face pressed to Jack’s shoulder, he squeezes back in silent question. John answers by switching to tracing his knuckles instead—nothing urgent then.
Groggily, Ianto lifts his head and peers at Jack’s face. He’s wide awake and smiling, but it’s not quite bright enough to be reassuring.
Glancing at John, who shakes his head—clueless, nothing he’s seen before—Ianto leans in to kiss the edge of Jack’s jaw, his hand sliding out of John’s to briefly resting on Jack’s belly like a touchstone, making sure that bulge of life is still there, their daughter still safe and growing.]
You should be sleeping. Troublemaker—everything all right ‘year?
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Later, it became stupidly useful: when one of them would have a nightmare, they could reassure each other—and when Jack had one they could rouse each other.
Tonight is no exception: they’re all in the Beacons, their fingers are tangled on Jack’s chest, and Ianto is roused by John’s thumb pressing gently between two of his knuckles.
Leaving his face pressed to Jack’s shoulder, he squeezes back in silent question. John answers by switching to tracing his knuckles instead—nothing urgent then.
Groggily, Ianto lifts his head and peers at Jack’s face. He’s wide awake and smiling, but it’s not quite bright enough to be reassuring.
Glancing at John, who shakes his head—clueless, nothing he’s seen before—Ianto leans in to kiss the edge of Jack’s jaw, his hand sliding out of John’s to briefly resting on Jack’s belly like a touchstone, making sure that bulge of life is still there, their daughter still safe and growing.]
You should be sleeping. Troublemaker—everything all right ‘year?