Ianto Jones stared at his reflection in the bathroom mirror. He had left the hub and found himself back at his flat and, after shrugging off his suit jacket and loosening his tie, had gone to the bathroom. Ianto didn't bother locking the door, if Jack wanted to find him, then he could. It was cool and light in here and Ianto perched on the toilet lid to unlace his shoes.

He sank his feet down on the cool tile floor and braced his hands on the edge of the sink.

"What am I doing?" He asked his reflection. Ianto stared into the mirror and resisted the urge to slam his fist into the glass pane. He sighed and went to the shower. Reaching in to turn on the water, he waited for the temperature to adjust before disrobing and stepping inside.

As the spray from the water drifted over his body and the door of the shower began to condensate, Ianto finally allowed himself to relax. The past few days, he had been so unlike himself. So fraught and tense, Jack and Owen had both dismissed it as hormones. Ianto knew that there was maybe a tiny bit of selfishness Jack's part. Jack had been so wrapped up in having a baby that he had forgotten to ask Ianto what Ianto really wanted. Ianto was pretty sure that Jack had not thought really this through, babies and Torchwood didn't really go hand in hand. It was Ianto's body.

But it was Jack's baby too, he reasoned.

He trusted Jack with his life and the lives of many others besides. So why was he finding it so hard to accept this?

There was a time when Ianto had wanted to have children; it seemed like a lifetime ago now. He imagined that his future would consist of Lisa and their children in a nice big house in South Wales. The kids would have Lisa's eyes and her laugh. They would call him 'Tad' and he'd take them out on daytrips to the seaside. Ianto didn't notice the tear that ran down his cheek at the thought.

When he joined Torchwood and after…..

He gave up on the idea, and when he and Jack became official he accepted that it wouldn't happen.

Ianto broke away from his thoughts to wipe the condensation from the shower door. He stared out into the bathroom and saw his clothes resting on the bathroom door. Ianto's eyes caught the sidearm resting on top of the bathroom cabinet and turned his head away in disgust.

"Enough death." he spat into the room.

Torchwood existed, for the most part, to protect the human race and yet here he was contemplating destroying it.

If Ianto was sure of one thing, then it was his feelings for those he loved, mainly Jack. While might not always be certain if Jack's feelings towards him were the same, he knew that Jack cared about him and sometimes, at night, when he was curled up in Jack's bed after they'd just had sex; he dared himself to believe that Jack loved him too.

Ianto turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. He reached for a towel and dragged out the process of drying himself a little longer than necessary.

When he was dressed, Ianto headed downstairs. Jack was stood in his living room, his arms crossed behind his back.

Ianto stood uneasily in the doorway, "how long have you been there?" he asked.

"Not long, I heard the shower, so figured I'd just wait."

Ianto raised an eyebrow. "Oh okay." He sighed, he needed to stop skirting around the issue and just tell Jack what he'd decided.


Ianto looked at Jack, really looked at him. Jack's face never aged or looked any different but in the dark shadows of Ianto's flat, he seemed tired.

Ianto looked down and realised that he had been absently rubbing his stomach the whole time. He saw his hands and laughed. Jack looked at him, unsure if the laugh was a good thing.

Ianto saw Jack's worried expression and reached up to hold the back of his head, bringing their lips together. Ianto moved Jack's hand to his stomach as they kissed and curled his fingers into the short silky hair at the base of Jack's head. Jack smiled into the kiss because he knew it was okay.

He was an immortal Time-Agent from the 51st century, posing as a RAF captain from the 20th. He was running a crack team of alien-hunters in an underground base under Cardiff Bay. His lover had just become pregnant, despite being a man, (and a very good kisser). The world was probably ending right now and it was all okay, because he loved Ianto. Ianto had accepted what he was and still trusted him, and sometimes, at night, when they were curled up together in Jack's bed after they'd just had sex; he dared himself to believe that Ianto loved him too.

When they finally broke the kiss, Jack pulled Ianto to lie on his side on the sofa, next to him.

"Its gonna be okay." he whispered.

"I know."

A/N : This chapter took me ages to write because originally it was going to go in a totally different direction but then it didn't really work out. Things start to get easier here on in! Thanks for reading!