Ianto found the drive to the Usk Valley uneventful, if pretty. No flat tyres or torrential downpours to dampen the mood. He smiled as he found he really wanted Jack to have his I told you so moment this time. They made good time as Jack pulled up outside an imposing building.

'Jack.'

'Ianto?'

'Is this a golf course?'

'Three actually, apparently.' He shut the engine off and turned to Ianto. 'I didn't pay much attention once I heard about the spa and five star resort side of things.'

'Who are you and what have you done with my husband.' Stepping out of the car.

Jack sighed playfully, recognising Ianto's teasing tone as the younger man approached him. 'Really. I book us into the presidential suite of a luxury hotel resort, with room service. And you think I'm an imposter.' He shook his head, his tone less playful. 'Sometimes I can't win.'

'But you don't need to.' Ianto pulled Jack into his arms. 'You've already got me.'

They settled into their suite and Jack smiled as he found himself leaning against the door frame watching Ianto explore. He saw the hands that moved lovingly over the highly polished surface of the baby grand piano. 'You are alowed to play it if you like.'

'I don't know Jack, it's been a while.'

'Rubbish, your memory is practically photographic or eidetic or something.'

Pushing the lid open Ianto settled at the piano, running a few scales up and down the keys. 'Any requests?'

Jack grinned as he moved closer and leaned against the piano. 'Know any good show tunes?'

Cole Porter's Anything Goes filled the spaces between them as Ianto lost himself in the music.

'I'm more of a blues fan myself.

Jack laughed. 'At least it isn't Piano Man.'

'Never been much of a fan.' Ianto moved into the pieces he'd spent his childhood learning. Singing softly as he moved from Gershwin's Summertime to Our Love Is Here To Stay.

Jack had heard Ianto sing before, but this was his first private performance. 'Sometimes I find myself falling in love with you all over again.'

Ianto laughed. 'My teacher had a preference for anything written by Jewish composers.'

'Moshe Levi wasn't it?'

'You have a good memory Jack.'

'There was a time I thought I needed to remember everything.'

'We've got forever together Jack.'

'I don't ever want to lose you by not paying attention.'

Ianto stopped playing and looked carefully at Jack. 'Is that what these weekends away are?' Watching he saw Jack nod. 'In that case, perhaps I can show you just how much you've got me. And how much I appreciate the attention you pay me.'

'Oh yes?'

Ianto matched the smile in Jack's eyes. 'Yep.'

Lying back in the four poster bed Ianto traced Jack's smile with his fingers. 'Sleepy? We haven't even made it to dinner yet.'

'I'm not hungry.' He curled into Ianto, his sigh happy. 'Love you.' He felt his husband's laughter as he rested his head on the Welshman's chest.

'You sure you're not just saying that because I had my way with you.'

'Hmm.' Jack traced circles around Ianto's nipple. 'Maybe I like how you make love to me.' He turned his face up to his husband as he grinned at the smirk of satisfaction he saw reflected in Ianto's eyes. There were little things like the name of the man who'd taught Ianto piano, that he'd never talked about with this Ianto. But mostly he didn't think about the other life spent with the other Ianto Jones he'd once known and loved. He'd made his peace with the paradox of loving the same person twice and in knowing it wasn't the same man.

It was in the quietness of moments like this that he truly appreciated how confident this Ianto was. Sometimes he wondered if this was the relationship he would have eventually grown into. Just as he realised that it probably was not. Torchwood one and three had carved themselves into that Ianto's soul and Jack suspected the absence of that life was part of what gave this Ianto Jones more freedoms.

'Jack.' Ianto brushed the hair at the older man's forehead. 'You're over thinking things again.'

'I know, I just.' His voice quiet. 'Sometimes I don't know why I deserve you, or any of this.'

Ianto shrugged. 'Perhaps you don't.'

Jack sat up. 'What?'

'Well, it's not like you saved the world or anything, I mean lets face it. You sell junk to people, there's nothing special in that.'

Jack laughed at how sincere Ianto looked despite the laughter in his eyes. 'Oh, well then, maybe you have a point.'

'I always have a point, now pass me the room service menu.'

Ianto stretched out in bed and looked for Jack, finding him standing at the windows. 'What are you looking at?'

'You realise we've barely left the room.' He turned to the bed in all his naked glory. 'I'm not even sure we've really left the bed.'

'I like how this weekend you booked us is unfolding, I don't need to go outside.'

'Either way, I think we should get dressed and at least get some fresh air.'

Ianto considered Jack's words and nodded. 'I suppose it would give housekeeping a chance to freshen our room.'

Jack grinned as he reached for his clothes. 'Come on then.'

They ambled across the immaculate grounds and Ianto grudgingly acknowledged the fresh air was

nice as Jack stared him towards a bench tucked into a neatly trimmed hedge. 'It is beautiful here Jack.'

'And it's not raining.'

'Yes, you seem to have picked the one weekend with fine weather.'

'Which is why I thought we should get outside and enjoy it, even if only for a moment.' He pulled something out of his pocket and handed it to Ianto. 'I saw this at the sale and I had to get it for you.'

Ianto held the small blue box and looked from it to his husband. 'What's the occasion?'

'I need one?'

Ianto let Jack's soft laughter fold him up as he grinned. 'Guess you don't.'

'Open it.' He watched blue eyes grow wide as Ianto opened the box and removed a silver pocket watch.

'Jack it's.' He turned the watch over before opening it. 'It's perfect.'

'I took a chance you'd like it. It's signed a Sir John Bennett, open faced watch made around 1888 give or take a few years. It would be worth more if it was gold but I thought it was very you.'

'Thank you Jack, I wish I'd gotten you a gift now.'

'I thought it might be a handy bribe if this weekend followed an any way similar pattern to the previous attempts of mine at booking us away for a few days.'

Ianto laughed, putting the watch back in it's box he tucked it in his pocket before throwing his arms around Jack. 'I meant it when I said you don't have to do this sort of thing for me, you've got me.'

'And I'm glad I do.'

Ianto leaned back as he looked at Jack. 'Is this enough time spent outside or do you mean to make me walk around one of these damn golf courses?'

'They do have clubs we can borrow at the front desk.'

'Yes, but what's in it for me?'

Jack smiled. 'I think we can come up with something to play for.'

Ianto grinned as Gareth leapt into his arms, excitedly chattering away in high speed Welsh.

Jack shook his head, the Welsh lessons were paying off. Although he was sure he understood something about fishing with his gran but he must have misunderstood. He couldn't picture his always immaculate mother in law fishing.

Eirian smiled as she looked at the two men with their son. 'Ianto, Jack, how was your trip?'

'Marvellous.' Ianto smiled as he kissed his mother's cheek.

Jack grinned. 'It was perfect and I even managed to talk Ianto out onto the golf course.'

She laughed. 'Oh I hope you took pictures. But come in and I'll put the kettle on.'

'Thanks mam, and did this little monster mind himself?'

Gareth squeaked and giggled as he found himself thrown over his tad's shoulder.

Eirian nodded, her smile fond. 'He was fine, as expected, not too fond of his sprouts mind.' She smiled at her husband, Wyn, as he sat polishing the carriage clock Jack had found for her.

'Oh hello lads, thought I heard the car. Hows things then?'

'Good.' Jack indicated the clock. 'Did it wind okay?'

'Oh it's grand it is. She's dead pleased with it she is.'

'I'm glad to hear that, and thank you for looking after Gareth at such short notice.'

'We like having him, a house needs children it does.'

'Is that a hint?' Ianto asked his step father as he joined him at the table, eyes meeting Jack's.

'Well, it's not like your mam and I are getting any younger, and a boy needs siblings he does.'

Ianto surprised Jack by laughing.

'I tell you what Wyn, once we get home I'll see what I can do about getting Jack knocked up.'

'Oh you, fancy teasing an old man like that.'

Six weeks later Ianto heard the toilet flush once more and the water run as Jack padded back to bed. 'You wanker.' Hand cradling his belly he glared at his husband. 'You did this to me.'

Ianto kept his face blank as he handed Jack his ginger tea. 'You didn't seem to mind at the time.'

Sipping the tea Jack muttered unflattering comments on Ianto's manhood and paternity before sighing. 'God I miss coffee.' He set the cup down and glared at Ianto.

'Yep, just think, in only seven and a half months time you can drink all the coffee you want.'

Jack's eyes lit up before he leapt up and ran for the bathroom once more. He heard Ianto following him, voice filled with concern.

'You need me to call Owen again?'

Brushing his teeth Jack shook his head. Toothpaste spat out and mouth rinsed he sighed softly. 'No point, his scan confirmed what we both knew and the blood tests show everything is in the normal range.' He sighed. 'In so much as any of this is normal.'

Ianto moved up behind Jack, watching him in the mirror as his hands moved around to rest over his husband's belly. 'I love you.' His lips found Jack's pulse point.

'Oh no you don't, that's what got us into this predicament in the first place.'

'I was just showing you my appreciation, not my fault you got pregnant.'

Jack pushed Ianto away. 'It is so your fault, you were the one who tempted fate by teasing Wyn.'

Ianto kept his expression neutral, he was starting to remember what Jack had been like when he was pregnant with Gareth and just held Jack who sniffed before pulling away again.

Not that either man really minded as each contemplated what it was going to be like to have a baby in the house once more. Neither ready to ask the question that had followed them in Jack's pregnancy with Gareth. Wondering if this time it would be a baby girl they would be welcoming into their family. Jack pulled away again and ran for the bathroom once more.

Ianto sighed softly, another six weeks of morning sickness and then Jack would be horny for three months, but it was the last trimester he was dreading. That would be the weeping and the housebound husband that he'd not enjoyed ten years earlier. A man divorced from coffee, feeling fat and frumpy and locked away because although their small group of friends could know he was pregnant the world could not. Yep it was going to be a long seven and a half months.