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Tosh felt sick, it was the third time in as many days that her body rebelled as she tried to cook the bacon. Finally admitting defeat, she placed the bacon in the warmer and sat at the table to cradle her head in her hands.

"It was Jack's marmalade for me." Ianto said as he entered the room with Poppy on his hip.

"What brother?" Tosh looked up and smiled as a baby was offered.

"My morning sickness. Jack's toast set me off every time. I could never tell him though, he loves the stuff so much" Ianto bent down and looked in a lower cupboard for something as he spoke as she was so busy watching his cute butt wiggle that it took her a moment to catch up.

"Morning …. Oh god. You think?" she gasped with wide eyes.

"Toshi, you are a least twelve weeks gone, maybe more" Ianto laughed as he shook a Sippy cup at the little girl who clapped her hands, "I can smell you from here!"

"But I didn't plan … I mean … oh god!" Tosh looked down at the baby in her arms and hoped.

"Don't be silly little sister. You began craving as soon as you held my boy. Poppy here was the last straw. You know we must cycle together so we influence …. Shit." Ianto stopped talking and frowned.

"John! Tosh have you seen my monkey today?" Ianto frowned.

"No, I'm first up down here" she shrugged and watched as Poppy mastered the Sippy cup without a second thought.

Ianto wandered into the Den of Hart, taking a moment to pat the red door that had helped him fix the nursery. Miller had been a fine accomplice in that little caper and Ianto had learned that his son had more of him in him that he had thought as he had given Jack a very fine show of defiance.

John was in bed. Just a tuft of hair poking out as he sniffled.

"Johnny? You OK?" Ianto said softly as he rubbed the patch of hair.

"Icky tummy darling. Feel yuck" came the muffled reply.

Ianto lifted the covers and lent down, kissing the small cupid mouth of the man who was more asleep than awake and John hummed with delight as Ianto stroked his cheek.

Ianto closed his eyes and inhaled. Deep. Shit.

"John? When do you cycle?" Ianto asked softly and John wearily opened one eye.

"Gug…huh?"

"Darling, I think you've fallen" Ianto whispered.

"No, I'm still in bed" John frowned with confusion.

"Oh my funny little monkey man. No. Fallen in" Ianto feather brushed his fingers over John's bare stomach before sliding his hand lower to welcome the morning wood John had been leisurely pulling.

John stared up with shock as it dawned in him that Ianto was right. He'd not cycled for some time.

"I'm preggers!" John whispered with owl eyes filling his face.

"Oh boy, aren't I in for some fun" Ianto sighed as the sound of Tosh throwing up came through the pipes.