Turlough could hardly sleep. He'd had many restless nights during his last month of pregnancy, but he was so tired. The baby moving around inside of him kept him awake and uneasy. Lumiere, or Lucian, or whatever they were going to call him, was going to be named after light, which fit rather well since he kept his father up like leaving a light on. Slowly and tiredly, he got out of bed, keeping a hand on the restless babe. He didn't care if he woke Jack up, he just had to find someplace more comfortable. He wandered the halls a bit before he settled on the theater room. He put on a movie and lowered himself into a seat near the back, where he caressed his restless child.

"It's all right, Ahba's here," Turlough said softly in his native language, using the Trion word for 'daddy' to address himself. He didn't pay much attention to the film, he just wanted something in the background that he could, hopefully, fall asleep to. "Ahba's got you. Rest now. You'll have plenty of time to move around when you're on your own. Ahba wants to sleep, and Ahba thinks you should sleep, too," he cooed. The baby continued to move around, fidgeting violently and visibly. He sighed and closed his eyes, still rubbing his swollen belly. "Please, Lulu, give Ahba a chance to rest." The baby, being a baby and not even out of the womb, didn't understand and didn't comply, so Turlough tried singing a calming, lyrical song in Trion instead.

Jack stood in the entrance to the room, watching as his bedmate tried to sooth their baby. By showing how gentle he was to their baby, it reminded Jack just how much he loved that man. He'd understood everything, thanks to the TARDIS, besides the song and the word Ahba, which he assumed meant 'father'. After awhile, he decided to join Turlough, and sat in the seat next to him. He greeted him with a peck on the cheek. "Sunshine can't sleep?"

Turlough opened his eyes and turned his head toward Jack. "Little Lu won't let me," he complained tiredly as he leaned his head on Jack's shoulder.

Jack stroked Turlough's hair and kissed the top of his head, then put a hand between Turlough's so he could feel their child. "He's really moving around in there," he observed with a bit of fascination. He still couldn't get over the fact that it was his child.

"I just want to sleep," Turlough whined.

"I know you do, Sunshine," Jack replied apologetically. He rubbed the man's belly, which always filled him with joy, and tried to think of how he could help. "I could sing to you," he finally offered. After a simple nod of affirmation from his partner, he immediately decided on a song. Softly, he sang, "What would you do if I sang out of tune, would you stand up and walk out on me? Lend me your ear and I'll sing you a song, and I'll try not to sing out of key. I get by with a little help from my Sunshine, I'm gonna try with a little help from my Sunshine."

With a small smile, Turlough fell asleep against Jack, and after awhile, little Lu stopped squirming, too.