It was just a small lie, Jack told himself. A small lie that made one person happy and didn't hurt anyone else. At least he didn't think it hurt anyone. Still, he felt guilty as he dressed and could see his growing stomach in the mirror. He had told himself that he was never going to get pregnant again, yet when he had discovered the pregnancy he couldn't bring himself to abort it. The baby was from the love that he shared with the young Welshman that he had allowed to steal his immortal heart for a brief time. At least that is what he told Ianto. Truthfully, he wasn't sure as Ianto wasn't the only man he had slept with close to the time of conception. Not that it mattered as the other man wasn't around anymore and Jack doubted that he would ever see him again.

So, instead of dwelling on who the real father of the baby might be, he instead built a life with the man who could love him back. Together they bought a large four bedroom house that they could build a life in. Jack allowed Ianto to take control of the decorating of the house, making it a place that they could both be happy in. Soon they would also be setting up the nursery for their little one and then their house would truly be a home. Jack moved a protective hand over his stomach as he felt the fluttering of the baby moving. While the sex of the baby had yet to be determined, he was positive that he was carrying a little boy while Ianto was sure it was a girl. Either way, they would both be happy with either option.

He finished dressing going down the stairs. He was alone in the large home as Ianto had gone to work hours ago. One of the downsides of being pregnant was that he was working less. No more running into work at three am to retrieve an artifact from the weevil den. Nor did he work a thirty-six hour day in order to get ahead of the problems in Cardiff. Now, if he went to work, he was home by five in the afternoon. He missed the long days, growing bored as he was forced to rest at the end of the day. Owen insisted and as his doctor, Jack had no choice but to listen. So the ringing of the phone was a welcome distraction and he eagerly answered it.

"Nightingale," he exclaimed happily as he answered the phone.

"Hello, Jack," Martha responded. She didn't sound as happy and Jack listened to her as she told him about the events from the day before. Yesterday, the world had been filled with gas and the skies had been on fire. It was because of those events that he was still at home, as Owen had ordered a day of rest as he had overexerted himself in trying to help stop the Sontarans. In the end, it was the Doctor who had saved the day and then left Earth without a second thought of the once friend who waited in Cardiff for him. Jack listened on as Martha told him about the short trip that she took with the Doctor and Donna. His heart broke for the man as he listened to her tell him about the Doctor losing another child. It also gave him hope as he heard that the Doctor had been able to accept the child. He once more thought about possibly calling the Doctor but he dismissed the idea as he heard a key in the door.

"I'm sorry, Martha but I have to go," Jack told her. He hung up the phone smiling as his friend and lover entered the house. "I thought you had to work?"

"The boss said I could have the afternoon off," Ianto answered cheekily.

"Did I now?" Jack wondered. Ianto nodded as he laid his keys down on the table by the door and hung up his coat. "Did I say anything else?"

"That if you let me leave early than I better make it worth your while," Ianto responded.

"Now that sounds like me," He laughed as he turned racing up Ianto up the stairs to their bedroom.