The freezing wind was whipping in. Rolling over the city like a run amok freight train. The sound of it howling in his ears, as he walked along on the wet pavement. Ianto pulled his collar up and bowed into the wind. Shivering slightly he approached the door to the tourist office. Who had come up with the bright idea that they should have warm rolls from the bakery and that he was the one to fetch them? Grumbling under his breath he fumbled in his pocket for the keys. And then he noticed the object standing innocently in front of the entrance. He squinted. Surely no tourists would leave a suitcase out there. No one would be stupid enough to go sightseeing in this weather, would they? Besides hadn't they ever heard of bomb scares? He shook his head. It was too big to be a suitcase. No it had to be something else. But with the wind making his eyes water, it was difficult to tell.

He walked closer. It looked like… surely not… but it was. A pram, a baby carriage. He held his breath, as he walked closer. Inside he could just make out the face of a sleeping baby. It was bundled up in a warm duvet and warm winter clothes. None the less the baby's cheeks were red from the cold, a little cloud of moisture visible in the air as it breathed.

Ianto looked around, hoping to see the child's mother somewhere nearby. But the few people out and about were hurrying along, huddled against the cold and desperate to be indoors. Not a frantic mother in sight, he sighed to himself. He turned back to look at the pram and the baby in it.

'If this has something to do with Jack, I will kill him.'

Jack sat at his desk, pretending to read a report from Toshiko on some technology they had stumbled across last week. It was actually rather interesting, but not enough to keep him from daydreaming about the delectable young Welshman who should be arriving soon. He wet his lips remembering how his lips had felt when they kissed last night. Mmm, and the cute little sounds he made last week when… he jumped, startled by the sudden noise of the phone. He pulled a face, but it quickly turned into a smile when he noticed the name on the display.

"Ianto! Lo..." he was cut off abruptly by Ianto's terse voice.

"Get upstairs. Now!" and the line went dead.

'Uh oh, what have I done this time' he thought, as he frowning glared at the phone. 'He seemed happy enough last night. Very happy.' He leered at the mental image of a debauched Ianto and sighed. 'Better go find out.'

He quickly made his way up the stairs to the tourist office and entered. Nothing had prepared him for the unique sight that met him.

Inside, amongst the rows of pamphlets and the counter, stood a green baby carriage. The wet tire tracks on the floor, had to be driving Ianto mental, he thought. But when he looked at the young man, he could see that he was oblivious. Ianto was staring down into the pram looking like he was afraid it would explode or something. For a moment Jack thought there might be a bomb there. Stranger things could happen. It was Torchwood after all. But when he looked closer, he saw that it was just a baby.

"What's this? Something you haven't told me?" he joked. Ianto jumped.

"What! Me? I could ask you the same thing." He practically screamed. And sounding disturbingly serious.

"What? Ianto I was joking! Where does the baby come from? How did it get in here?" 'Wait, did I just ask my boyfriend were babies come from' Jack thought, as he watched Ianto throw a fit.

"How the Hell should I know where it came from! And I couldn't very well leave it out in the cold. It's freezing out there!" he was panting and his face was red. Jack thought he had never looked as sexy as in that moment. He opened his mouth to tell him that, but was cut off by the loud wailing of the baby. Ianto shot him a now-look-what-you-did glare. Jack decided to ignore the fact that it had been Ianto and not him that had been doing the shouting. He carefully rolled back the duvet and gently picked up the screaming child.

"Hey, what's all this? Huh? What are you making such a fuss about? Did that loud man scare you?" he said to the kid as he settled it on his chest and cradled its little head against his shoulder and neck. 'Well there goes my hearing for the foreseeable future' he grimaced. He had forgotten how loud babies could be. Had Alice really been that loud? He rocked the kid gently. "shhhh" he whispered.

"Jack, look!" Ianto picked up an envelope that had fallen to the ground. He opened it and pulled out a thick wad of documents. On top was a letter followed by an official looking form and a thick pamphlet concerning some alien species called Saluvian. He started reading aloud.

Dear Mr.'s Jack Harkness and Ianto Jones,

Torchwood, United Kingdom, Earth, Sol III.

This letter is to inform you of death and last will of one Sybille Caralneska, Fourth house of Travesty, Hallowed End, Hallow IV. Mrs. Caralneska's life was terminated by her husband upon the discovery of her many infidelities. Mr. Caralneska awaits justice according to Saluvian Law. Mrs. Caralneska leaves behind seven children and one husband.

She writes to you both in her last will and testament quote "Thanks for the good time boys. I remembered you fondly. You were both so much better than that cretin of a man I was married off to. Anyway, our little escapade had some consequences. His name is Orion and he's right little darling. I know, he will find a better home with his real dads, than with my husband. Take care of my little star and tell him about me some day." End quote.

Enclosed is the official document signing over all parental right to Mr.'s Jack Harkness and Ianto Jones, effective immediately. Further enclosed is information on the Saluvian species.

Congratulations on your recent fatherhood.

Yours sincerely

Minora Melua Ipsi

Solicitor, Banker & Master Plumber

They looked at eachother.

"Shit!"