On Christmas morning, Jack, Ianto, their two-year-old daughter, and their Fluff were opening their presents.
Meriel, her eyes wide with wonder, was soon tearing the wrappings from hers and squealing with delight. Nosy had fewer gifts and lacking hands, opened them rather more slowly. The two men watched, not wanting to miss a moment, so it wasn’t until Meriel was happily playing with her new toys that they opened their own presents.
Smiling sheepishly, Ianto handed Jack a parcel topped with a crumpled and wonky bow. “It looked a lot nicer before little fingers got hold of it,” he apologised.