Jack kissed Ianto softly on his forehead as they laid down to sleep. The bed was small but it meant they were closer together, and warm. He could feel every beat of the welsh boys heart, hear every breath. It comforted him, knowing that whilst he lay here he would know his lover was alive and safe. They were in the bunker under Jacks office. It was cold and bare but he never spent any time down there, seeing as he never slept.
Ianto shifted his body, positioning his head onto Jacks chest. They were both shirtless, despite the cold atmosphere that surrounded them. This room wasn't the best place to make love but it was the only room in the hub with a bed so they had to make do.
Jack closed his arms around Ianto, ready to pull him into a kiss, but a loud BANG shocked them. The sound vibrated throughout the whole of the hub before making it to the hub, making it sound like more of a dull metal thud than a clang. The pair both jumped up and looked at eachother.
"What on Earth.." Ianto rubbed his eyes as he swung his legs over the side of the bed. Jack leapt up and grabbed the two shirts that had been strewn on the floor during a heated moment earlier that night.
Nervously, the climbed out of the bunker and made their way towards the front of the hub; Ianto's fake desk front. A cold draft hit them as they climbed the stairs, like someone had opened the door then quickly shut it again.
"Something doesn't feel right," Jack grabbed a gun from the rack and so did Ianto. He then pulled open the door to the shop, drawing his gun as he stepped in. But what they saw wasn't an alien or monster intent on destroying Torchwood.
It was a baby.
A baby, wrapped in a bundle of blankets and laying in a moses basket.
Ianto giggled and disgarded his gun on the floor "Were we expecting a baby?" He chuckled nervously as he crouched down next to the basket.
Jack watched as his lover carefully scooped the baby up into his loving arms, cradeling it with immense delicacy.
"You seem... experienced," Jack put his arm round Ianto's hips, pulling him into a gentle hug.
"I uses to look after Mica and David - My neice and nephew - a lot when they were this age, pickes up a few tricks,"
The baby smiled as it looked up to Jack, it's bright blue eyes gleaming in the dim light.
"There's only one reason someone would leave a baby with Torchwood," Jack went behind the desk and picked up the phone "I'm gonna call Owen in, to examine the baby,"
Ianto kissed the baby's soft forehead, breathing in that refreshing baby smell, the one he'd missed from when he'd babysat his sister's kids. He'd always secretly wanted to be a father, but the Torchwood lifestyle had never left room for that option.