This story was originally part of "The Captain and The Coffee Boy" series, but it was expanding so much I decided it may as well be it's own fic. Sorry for the confusion :)

Jack was pacing. It was usually a bad sign when Jack could be seen pacing his office, but this time there was no one to see him do it. As Jack paced, he was thinking. And as he was thinking, he was worrying. He had a problem, one that he had to talk to someone about, but who?

Ianto was out of the question. This problem, if you could call it that, would affect him even more than Jack. It might possibly send him into some kind of shock-induced coma, and if not it would definitely confuse him, as it was something beyond belief in this world. So Ianto was out.

That really only left Owen. After all, he was a doctor; he would have some idea of Jack's predicament, even if he couldn't do anything about it. Of course, there was no way he could deal with this alone, but he should at least be able to help on the short-term.

Jack took a deep breath, picked up his phone and called Owen. He was met with quite a few dial tones before a rather grumpy Londoner answered.

"What do you want, Harkness?"

"Oh, that's a nice way to greet your boss!" Jack said sarcastically, and he could practically hear Owen's eye roll.

"Whatever, you know you only ring this number when you want something"

"Caught me" Jack grimaced, "Can you come in? It's important"

"God, what's happened now?"

"Just...get here as soon as you can" Jack said sharply and hung up. He dropped the phone on the desk and began pacing again, trying to decide the best way to approach the situation.

It seemed a lifetime (and in Jack's case that was a really long time) later that Owen walked casually through the door into the hub. Jack rushed over to him, which caused Owen to shrink away slightly at the approach.

"Bloody hell, Jack, what's wrong with you?"

Jack sighed, "Remember that book I gave you about medical discoveries of the future?"

Owen nodded warily.

"Do you remember what it said about the 51st century?"

"Yeah, about how they can slow down the aging process so wrinkles show less, and how men can have children themselves..." he trailed off, eyeing Jack's guilty face warily, "What...Jack, are you...?"

Jack nodded, "I think so, and that's why I need you"

Owen's eyes widened, "Come down, and I'll take a look" he gestured towards the autopsy room.

Jack followed, biting his lip worriedly. He jumped up onto the table as Owen prepared a scanner. Jack remained tense the entire time as Owen scanned his body, glancing at his computer every so often. He put the equipment down silently, turning towards Jack, who sat nervously, his face a picture of panic.

"So?" Jack pressed, seeing Owen's reluctance.

Owen sighed, "You were right, Jack"

"So I'm...?"

Owen nodded, "I dunno how the hell to deal with it, I mean, I've never seen anything like it!"

"It's ok; I have a friend who can help" Jack breathed, "Thank you, Owen"

Owen shrugged it off, "But what are you gonna do, Jack?"

Jack looked up at the doctor, "I've got to tell Ianto"

The moment Jack had been dreading presented itself later that day, when Ianto suggested they go out for lunch. Jack led them to Ianto's favourite Italian in the Bay, much to Ianto's surprise.

"What's this about?" Ianto asked.

Jack shrugged, "just felt like a change"

Ianto accepted his answer, much to Jack's relief, and they settled down to lunch. Jack was uncomfortable throughout the meal, trying to find the opportune moment. Ianto, who had always been rather intuitive, noticed Jack's discomfort.

"Are you Okay, Jack?" he asked, reaching over to stroke the back of Jack's hand comfortingly.

Jack pulled back, not meeting Ianto's eyes, "I have something to tell you"

"Oh God" Ianto muttered nervously, bringing his glass of water up to his lips.

Jack took a deep breath, "I'm pregnant"

Ianto spluttered, sending the water he'd been drinking all over the front of Jack's shirt.

"Oh, god, I'm so sorry" he gasped, "Wait, what?"
"I'm pregnant" Jack repeated, dabbing at his shirt with a serviette.

"But...How?" Ianto breathed.

"In the 51st century, they discover a way for men to have children. It's genetic, so boys are born with it. Of course, most children are still born the usual way, but it's possible for two men to..."

"So, what does this mean?"

"Well, it affects you just as much as me, Yan" Jack pointed out, "I mean, technically, the baby's half yours"

Ianto gasped, lost for words. Jack reached over to hold Ianto's hand.

"I thought you were gonna tell me you were seeing someone else," Ianto murmured, and Jack smiled weakly.

"Of course not, Yan, Why would I ever want anyone else?"

Ianto ignored him, "What do we do, Jack? I mean, will you be in any danger?"

Jack shook his head, "It's a simple procedure either way"

"What do you mean, either way?" Ianto asked, shocked, "You can't be thinking of getting rid of it?"

"I don't want to" Jack admitted, "But, if it's what you want, I'd understand why you wouldn't want to..."
"What? Have a child with you?" Ianto asked, "God, Jack, why wouldn't I want that? Sure, it'll be difficult, but it would be, well, bloody fantastic!"

Jack beamed, "Really? We're gonna do this?"

Ianto nodded, "I'd love to" he said simply.

Jack stood up and pulled Ianto into a mind-blowing kiss. Neither one was willing to end the kiss, so they kept going until a waiter came over and politely asked them to continue somewhere else. They grinned as they walked out hand in hand, neither one thinking that they probably couldn't return to their favourite restaurant again.

"So..." Jack turned to Ianto as they strolled back to the hub, "You're sure, then? We're gonna have a baby?"
"We're gonna have a baby" Ianto repeated.