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Ford was sniffling as he folded the clothes, his bottom lip drawn out into a lovely pout.

"What's wrong?" Jack asked as he slid his hands around him from behind, feeling the small bump that was their beautiful child.

"My shirt came back and the stain didn't come out" Ford mumbled, pointing at the fabric tossed into the waste paper basket with extreme malice.

"Aw. The pale pink? I love that one on you, so edible like frosting" Jack said with a pout of his own.

Ford sighed and leaned back into Jack's arms, obviously feeling delicate.

"You know what we could do" Jack said slowly, hoping he was getting it right as the hormone jags were in full force lately, "We could go for a wee shopping spree. I need some new shirts too."

Ford seemed to consider and then to Jack's immense relief he nodded.

"You want Toshi to come along? Or Red?" Jack asked and Ianto shook his head. No.

"Just us?" Jack whispered as he nibbled on an earlobe, "Some slap-n-tickle in the changing room?"

Ford snorted and slapped at him half heartedly but Jack saw the pleasure there and realized he hadn't been as attentive as he may have been.

Especially when Ford was feeling low already.

"I think an afternoon of shopping and then a nice evening meal?" Jack said, "Nice and early so you're not up too late. I know you get tired darling. A foot rub and some silly movie in bed?"

He watched Ford brighten and glow as the thought of an afternoon together so he went to talk to Owen.

"Ah, the wee puppy annoying him?" Owen asked before Jack even got to his workstation, "He's been grumbling ever since he got back from his errands."

"His shirt was too badly damaged from the Gershat entrails" Jack answered, "It was one of the few that still covered Bumpy."

"Ah" Owen leaned back and frowned, "Bum."

"Yeah. He's feeling a bit pouty so I thought I might take him for some new clothes and a meal" Jack smiled, "We won't be late Dad. Be home about half nine? Ten?"

"Suppose you want to take the car too" Owen huffed and Jack giggled.

"I know he's into the spicy food at the moment but don't forget his flavored milk just in case" Owen said as he went back to his file and Jack nodded.

The spearmint milk was a must when Ford's heartburn started, better than anything else they had tried.

Jack then asked Tosh to book somewhere nice and hummed happily as he checked the addresses of some boutiques he saw from the the labels some of Ford's clothes.

He also hoped he could talk him into some more sexy casual wear as well.

He knew Ford was starting to question his sex appeal as Bumpy grew, and he hoped tonight he could show him just how handsome he thought he was.

With reservations and afternoon appointments, he checked the massage oil in their room, then hummed happily as he settled to wait.

If there was one thing he learnt from Ford, it was never to rush.

Extra coffees were given out, soft spoken encouragement and last minute cookies left where the team could graze before Ford was ready to leave them unattended.

"Christ, you could always get a baby monitor Mommy" Owen finally huffed, "We have you on speed dial if we need our tooshies wiped. Go… have fun ya numpty."

Ford smiled and patted Owen in the head as he finally agreed and walked towards Jack, his face full of joy.

Jack was determined to make it true.

Whatever it takes.

They managed two stores before Ianto started to bleed through and nothing seemed to please him. So Jack decided to take a breather, suggesting a gift for Andy and Leia.

Immediately Ford perked up, and spent the next half hour searching a nice store for some matching goblets, then they headed to eat.

Ford was ravenous and Jack enjoyed feeding him bite sized pieces of steak, watching the pleasure as Ford chewed.

Then they hit one more store, finally finding some clothes that were loose fitting, allowing for more Bumpy growth.

As they headed home he watched his lovely Holmesinian shine, knowing the foot rub and soft music he had planned would leave the movie for dead, hoping that a little loving time would be better served to please his mate.

He was feeling so insecure.

And he looked so damned fuckable.

A soft blush in the passenger seat told him that his own hormones were popping and he winked, enjoying the soft snort of pleasure.

Phase one complete!