"You look tired," Ianto said, rubbing Jack's shoulders.

"Just a little," Jack admitted.

"Haven't seen you like that in some while. Everything alright?"

"You putting me to work around here, that's all."

Ianto rolled his eyes. "Yeah, right. Try another?"

"I'm fine, Yan."

"Jack…," Ianto said in a serious tone.

Jack sighed and reached up to cover Ianto's hand on his shoulder. "I'm ok, really. I haven't been feeling great the last couple days, but I'm alright. I wasn't going to say anything because it's probably nothing, but… it kinda feels like it did…," Jack paused for a long breath, "…last time I was pregnant."

Ianto was dead silent for a moment, then took his hands from Jack's shoulders. "I was just a bit concerned, that's all. Even married and there's things you won't talk about; got to give me one of your incredible spaceman stories to cover."

Jack stood and turned to hold Ianto's shoulders. "That's no story, Ianto. I can have kids. Usually not here anymore, but it's possible. 3000 years of evolution and science…."

Ianto took a deep breath. "I'm sorry I said that. I know you don't keep things from me on purpose, it just scares me when you don't seem yourself. I mean, it's been years since your last death…."

"I don't think that's changed it," Jack said, not sure if he was reassuring Ianto or disappointing himself.

"Jack… did you say you could be pregnant?"

Jack nodded. "It's possible. I haven't thought about it in a while, but out here we don't get exposed to as much adulterated water as we did in the middle of Cardiff…."

"You're really not winding me up?"

"No."

"Is there any way to know?"

"Could scan. Just… you'd need to wear the strap and activate it."

Ianto couldn't help the little grin at the corner of his lips. "Yeah, I've done that before."

Jack nodded and went to get the wrist strap that he no longer wore but kept in a safe. Ianto followed and put it on when Jack handed it to him.

"Alright, you just need to press and hold here. One sweep from head to toe should do it." Jack stepped back and let Ianto run the scan over him.

Ianto swallowed hard when he read the result on the small screen:

51st century human male. Status: healthy. Excessive time-vortex filtrate detected; human chorionic gonadotropin type-m detected – likelihood of pregnancy: 97.7%.

"Jack…," Ianto whispered.

"It's yes?" Jack asked, holding his breath.

Ianto nodded.

Jack let out his breath, half-excited and half-terrified. "I can't believe we didn't talk about this… we should have talked and decided together…."

"It's alright, Jack," Ianto said, reaching for Jack's hand.

"Yeah, but… I shoulda made sure you knew, and that it was what we both wanted. Yan, I feel like I tricked you or something. I didn't mean to, I swear, I just wasn't even thinking…."

"Jack… you're not happy about it?"

"Of course I am! I… are you?"

"Jack, we're gonna have a kid…."

"Yeah. And, how do you feel about that…?"

"Yeah, I'm… well, I'm surprised, yes. I definitely didn't think that was exactly in the cards… but… yes, I'm happy. I also think I might pass out in a moment."

Jack laughed and directed Ianto toward the bed to sit down. "That's why we should have talked about it. You aren't used to the idea of pregnant men."

"I've seen plenty of things I'm not used to in my life."

"Yeah, but you've never been married to one," Jack grinned.

"Granted."

"Why don't you rest for a minute? Get used to the idea of being a daddy. I'll make some tea or something."

Ianto swallowed hard. "I'm gonna be a dad?"

"That kinda comes with having a kid."

"But I don't know how! What will we need? I should write this all down…."

"No, you don't. Just sit. There's plenty of time for figuring things out, ok? Just sit still. I'm gonna make some tea."

"Ok…. Jack?"

"Yeah?"

"Don't touch the coffee."

Jack snickered, kissing Ianto's forehead. "I won't as long as you sit right there… Daddy."

"Hey, Jack."

"Hmm?"

"When was the last time?"

Jack chuckled. "Two hours ago! Getting forgetful, are we?"

"Not that, you idiot. You know…," Ianto said, reverently touching Jack's stomach. "Was that Alice?" Ianto usually tried to be careful about that subject, but he figured this was relevant enough.

"Oh. No, it still doesn't work that way. It was… it was a long time ago, when I was pregnant last."

"We kind of have different definitions of 'long time,' Jack."

"I was still with the Time Agency."

"Oh… really has been a while, then."

"Yeah."

"What happened?"

"Are you really sure you want to hear this?" Jack asked, turning over to face his husband in the moonlight. "You know I'll tell you anything, but I don't want to upset you, either."

"It's ok, Jack. I want to know."

Jack nodded and took a breath. "It was with John, toward the end of our time-loop 'marriage.' And when we came out of the loop, it… kinda reset things, physically."

Ianto was quiet for a moment. "You mean you lost the baby?"

"I wouldn't really put it that way. I just… wasn't pregnant anymore. It never happened. Except it did, and then it un-happened. I wish I could say it was upsetting, but to be honest… can you imagine me having a kid with him?"

"I can't imagine anyone having a kid with him and I genuinely hope no one is ever fool enough to do so."

"Exactly."

"How long were you pregnant?"

"A little beyond the first trimester, I think."

"So… you've never been through, you know… the whole thing."

"Nope. And I have no idea what to expect because those 21st century pregnancy books don't exactly apply to me."

"You nervous?"

"Kinda. Are you?"

"Petrified."

Jack smiled and kissed Ianto. "At least we get to be scared together."

Ianto pulled Jack close and snuggled into. "Jack? You start craving fish fingers and custard and I'm sending you to live with you-know-who for the rest of your pregnancy."

"Mean. Just for that, maybe I don't want to call him Little Yan anymore."

Ianto stopped. "Him? Do you -"

"No, I don't know. Just kinda daydreaming, that's all."

"You want it to be a boy?"

"I want it to be happy and healthy, that's all I care about."

"Me too."

"What kind of names do you like?" Jack asked. "Would you want to call a little boy Ianto or Jack?"

"I don't know. I think I'd rather our baby has his or her own name. What do you think?"

"I think so too. Are there any Welsh names you like?"

"Anything that's not a derivative of David. Done to death around here. Anyway, there's lots of time to talk about that stuff. Let's just get some rest. You need lots of it now, Dad."

"Am I gonna be treated like spun glass for the next nine months? I can still do things, you know?"

"Yes, Jack, like looking after your health more than usual. Sleeping right and eating right to start." Ianto paused. "Jack… who's gonna look after you through this?"

Jack sighed. "You are, I know," he said, trying not to roll his eyes.

"No, I mean… of course I'll look after you, but I meant medically. You've got to have prenatal care, but I rather doubt NHS is going to…. I suppose we could get on to Martha, if she's got the time. Would she know… this stuff?"

"Ianto? Relax, please. It's going to be fine. I can call Martha, yeah, and I'll start wearing the strap again. It'll monitor vitamin levels and stuff for me. Please don't worry?"

"Do you really think that's possible, Jack? Me not worrying."

Jack smiled. "No, probably not. But I promise you this is all normal."

"Yeah, in the 51st century," Ianto mumbled.