Jack woke up slowly tucked beneath a pleasantly warm blanket. He felt relaxed and while he had his reservations about living on the TARDIS with three young children, he had to admit that he enjoyed the perfectly weighted blanket against the comfortable mattress. He could have laid there all day, but he had a family to take care of and work to do or a husband to do for that matter. Reaching over, he was disappointed but not surprised to find that the Doctor's side of the bed was already cold to the touch. While neither one of them tended to sleep much, the Doctor seemed to be taking it as a new challenge. Lately, he tended to go to bed after Jack and waking before him. It had even been over a week again since they made love. Not that Jack was counting.
Sighing, he pulled himself out of the warm bed making his way to the shower. Climbing into the hot water, he once more took to taking care of his own needs with his hand. Jack had always been a sexual man. Ever since he had first had sex as a teenager, it had become unusual for him to go more than a few days without finding a partner to share his bed. The Doctor on, the other hand, was almost asexual compared to Jack. The Doctor could go months or even years without thinking about or wanting sex. In fact, Jack was still half convinced that they only had sex because Jack wanted to. Something the Doctor denied, even if it seemed like it was Jack who initiated it the majority of the time.
Finishing with a deep groan, he washed the evidence of his release away. Moving away from his softening member, he cleaned the rest of his body before stepping out of the water. Drying off, he put his trousers on in the ensuite then made his way out to his room to finish dressing for the day. That accomplished, he went in search of his husband and his family. He found them easily as they had gathered in the kitchen for breakfast. His three children were sitting around the table laughing as they blew bubbles in their milk while the Doctor had his back to them tending to something on the stove top.
"Drink your milk right," Jack scolded softly as he passed. The bubbles stopped but the laughter didn't as he continued on going to the Doctor. He wrapped his arms around his husband from behind resting his head on his shoulder. The Doctor turned his head for a quick kiss before going back to making porridge for the children. "Couldn't sleep again?
"I'll sleep tonight," the Doctor responded.
"That's what you said yesterday and the day before that," Jack reminded him. The Doctor rolled his eyes. "I know you don't want to but you need to sleep, sweethearts."
"I can't," the Doctor replied. He knew Jack was right but every time he closed his eyes, he was plagued with nightmares. While that was nothing new as it seemed he always had nightmares, he couldn't handle the one that had returned recently.
"You can. Now, I will take the children for the day and you can go lay back down for a few hours and actually get some sleep," Jack told him. The Doctor shook his head no.
"You have to work," he reminded Jack.
"The hub can survive one day without me," Jack responded. Ever since the beginning of Torchwood three, they had been behind. There was never enough people nor time during the day to possibly keep up with all the work they had to do. That changed as Jack brought the Doctor and Martha on to his staff. With their help, the hub was running smoother than ever giving people a break on slow days. It even allowed them to take vacations which was a luxury they never seemed to have time for in the past.
"I know," the Doctor sighed.
"Talk to me, sweethearts," Jack cooed. The Doctor shook his head no.
"Not in front of the children. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to get this out of the pan before it burns," The Doctor told Jack. Realizing he was on the losing end of the discussion, Jack let the Doctor go with another quick kiss to his head. Getting into the cupboard, he pulled out three small bowls. The Doctor spooned the porridge into the bowls and Jack carried them over to the table for the children while the Doctor started to make their breakfast.
"Grey I said no more," Jack snipped as he set the bowls down.
"Sorry, papa," Grey responded immediately. While Kui'la looked just like her daddy but with his blue eyes, Jack's only son was a miniature of himself. He had the same cleft chin, the same full face along with the same brown hair. Grey, though, had the Doctor's brown eyes. Imogen, on the other hand, was a mixture of the Doctor and the man who helped sire her. Her hair was more sandy brown than her siblings and her face a little shorter. She had the Doctor's ears and nose while her mouth was smaller. She had stolen Jack's heart from the first time her fingers wrapped around his, and he loved her just as much as her siblings.
Sitting down in his spot at the head of the table. He listened to his children babbling happily. He smiled, as the Doctor sat down his breakfast, the smile fading slightly as he also received porridge. Still, he ate it without complaint drinking the coffee that was provided as well. Their meal done, he kissed the children goodbye as he headed into the hub to work. At least that is what he told the Doctor. He actually had no intention of working that day as his family came first. So upon entering the hub, he left the office only to find the one person that he knew the Doctor would talk to besides him. If anyone could help, it was Martha.
