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Ianto called out as he watched Hope running through the long grass to where her brother was standing, Billy turning to scoop her into his arms. "Careful Rosebud!"

She was a precocious child, loving and cheeky with the same glint in her eye as her father. She liked her father's term of endearment and it seems to be sticking as she showed herself to be more of a Rosebud than a Hope.

Ianto now reserved that for admonishments.

It was hard to come to grips with the fact that it had been more than five years since the world had ended and reformed into this. He wondered how they had survived, shaking his head as he looked up at their Dome.

This summer had been kind and it was harvest time, Owen and Art still arguing over the combine harvester.

Billy was lanky and lean as his teenage body was becoming honed with the hard work and positive attitude he displayed.

Ianto was so proud of him.

Jack was hammering up the sign he had been working on and Ianto stood with silent shock as he stared at it.

Gadwph Det – Holdfast Lair

"Jack?"

"Yes Holdfast?" Jack turned, smiling softly as the term of endearment was used more commonly these days.

"The first word?" Ianto asked.

Gadwph?" Jack beamed, "It's Boeshanian. It is Holdfast in my native tongue, as spoken by my people. Why, do you think its confusing?"

"No Cariad" Ianto started to laugh softly, "Have you never looked at it? Gadwph? Is that not an abbreviated Good Wolf?"

Jack gaped at the sign as he suddenly saw Ianto's true name staring out for all the world to see and he started to laugh softly.

"Well, bugger me" he giggled.

"Later if you're lucky" Ianto purred, moving away as he heard Owen calling to him from across the way.

Jack stood staring at the sign some more, confident that it was the right one now.

His Holdfast was the Good Wolf.

How bloody fitting.

Jack let his head fall back as he roared with laughter, remembering the Doctor's repeated attempts to make him understand that time has hidden meanings.

Jack was secretly saddened that no other baby had come from their lovemaking, trying to hide it as each month passed without signs of change and knew it was selfish to wish.

Their little Rosebud was perfect, clever and had a spark of Ianto in her intellect eyes that was almost unnerving at times.

He knew it was a spark of the Good Wolf in her, their shared uniqueness having created this clever little button that was not shy in giving her opinion.

Blossom was now shouting as her little brother Ifan and Rosebud tumbled in the grass.

Hailey laughed softly as her own little toddler tried to break away and join the other young ones.

Jack wondered where the older ones were and set out to do a head count.

Just another day in the lair.

He found a discussion as Art once again said he wanted to name the stronghold.

"Stronghold?" Jack joined the conversation.

"The underground system. We just call it the caves" Art huffed.

"No, you just called it the stronghold. Perfect in Holdfast, don't you think?" Jack asked and Art pointed him as he remembered the name they all agreed to last meeting.

"Holdfast, yes. Stronghold is fitting then" Art agreed and Vic cleared his throat as he offered his agreement as well.

"Well, next meeting, bring it up" Jack said, then wandered off, knowing Ianto would find it all the funnier when he heard about it.

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Children's ages now (Approx) ….

Travis is 18

Paige is 16

Billy is 15.

Stephen is 15

Andrew 14

Liam is 13

Michael 12

Freddy is 11

Micha is 10

Kitty (Bartholomew) 8

Gill is 6

Clay 5

Blossom is 4

Leon is 4

Ifan is 3 ½

Hope is 3

Olivia is 3

Hailey 22, is with Art and their baby boy Lewis is 2 ½

It has been three years since we left them, five since the world went tits up.

Late summer/early autumn.