A/N: AU where Tosh and Owen live. Set a few years in the future. Fluff for Mother's Day- well it is in the UK. I don't know about other countries. Much love to all the mothers out there. Enjoy. Usual pairings.
Gwen and Rhys
It was one of those rare days off work for Gwen, but Jack had happily allowed her to spend Mother's Day with her children. He said he would do the same for any employee in the same situation, and she hadn't doubted it.
She sat on the sofa in her lounge, with Rhys on one side of her and their seven year old daughter Cerys on the other. The girl looked so much like a young version of Gwen; indeed, if you compared Cerys with a photograph of Gwen aged seven, it wouldn't have been difficult to believe it was the same person.
On Gwen's lap sat her year-old son, Jacob. He was twiddling a strand of Gwen's hair in his podgy fingers, and Gwen didn't have the heart to tell him to stop. It was one of the few occasions she got to spend time with her children without having to worry about being called in urgently to work.
Rhys leaned across to kiss his wife on the cheek. "Happy Mother's Day, love."
Toshiko and Owen
Tosh stroked her protruding stomach as she and Owen walked along by the side of the Bay, hand in hand. In front of them skipped a small Japanese girl, her hair tied in bunches with pink ribbons. She ran up to the fountain with a grin on her face.
"Mummy, can we go for a ride on the magic lift, please?"
"Not today, sweetheart," Tosh told her, taking her hand. "Today's just going to be me and you and Daddy, spending time together as a family." She looked to Owen as she said this, and he smiled.
"Exactly," he agreed. "I think it's time we showed Mummy how much we love her, isn't it, Suki?"
The girl nodded and wrapped her arms around Tosh's legs, kissing her pregnant stomach. "I love you, Mummy."
Jack and Ianto
Ianto walked around the Hub, taking care of the day-to-day tasks that needed to be done. Feeding Myfanwy and Janet weren't the most glamorous of jobs, but they were essential. He knew Jack was down in his room, sleeping. He hadn't had much sleep himself in the last few days, but Jack had had even less.
He headed towards the greenhouse and opened the door. It had been recently converted into a nursery, and a cot sat in the middle of it. Ianto walked over to it and bent down, lifting the small bundle out. He stroked the baby's soft brown hair and kissed his forehead.
"My son," he whispered. "Our son. You'll never have a Mother's Day, but you've got two fathers who'll love you forever. Well, I can only love you until I die but your other dad will love you until the end of the Universe. Know that, little one."
The baby gurgled, and Ianto smiled. He might not be a mother, but this was the best Mother's Day ever.
