Double Drabble: Dog-Tired
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badly_knittedTitle: Dog-Tired
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badly_knittedCharacters: Ianto, Twins.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 909: Dog, at
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torchwood100.Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Ianto has never been so tired.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble. Set in the Nosy ‘Verse.
Ianto had thought he knew what exhaustion felt like. After everything he’d been through trying to care for Lisa while working a fulltime job with the secret organisation that never slept, he’d been sure that nothing could be more physically, mentally, and emotionally draining. Unfortunately for him, he’d been wrong; there WAS something worse.
Even with all the help he was getting from his husband, his oldest daughter, Nosy the Fluff, and two Flufflets, raising twins was the most harrowing experience of his life, and that was doubly true now that they were mobile, running around the flat and getting into everything. He was discovering now exactly how much his home was NOT babyproofed, at least not against the minions from hell!
It didn’t even help that he only needed to play parent on alternate days, spending the rest of his time running Torchwood while Jack took over parenting duty. He was dog-tired, and he couldn’t see the situation improving anytime soon.
Gareth was trying to squeeze under the sideboard again, and Jenna was halfway over the baby gate that was supposed to keep the holy terrors out of the kitchen. Ianto honestly wasn’t sure he could survive the day.
The End
Even with all the help he was getting from his husband, his oldest daughter, Nosy the Fluff, and two Flufflets, raising twins was the most harrowing experience of his life, and that was doubly true now that they were mobile, running around the flat and getting into everything. He was discovering now exactly how much his home was NOT babyproofed, at least not against the minions from hell!
It didn’t even help that he only needed to play parent on alternate days, spending the rest of his time running Torchwood while Jack took over parenting duty. He was dog-tired, and he couldn’t see the situation improving anytime soon.
Gareth was trying to squeeze under the sideboard again, and Jenna was halfway over the baby gate that was supposed to keep the holy terrors out of the kitchen. Ianto honestly wasn’t sure he could survive the day.
The End
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