Okay, so i got bored and decided to do a follow up, showing a little insight into life at home for the new family... Really, it's because I wanted to write, but I didn't feel like doing a 3000 word installment of the main fic. I decided this would be a happy alternative as I've gotten several requests for more of Griffin's escapades!

I hope this fulfills people's wants from the story, I found it cute to write! Reviews please? But mostly, just enjoy it!

Disclaimer: I only own Griffin, not his oh-so sexy parents... They're property of Russel T. Davies, John Barrowman and Gareth David-Lloyd.

Epilogue: The Weeks That Followed

When they'd gotten home on that first evening, Ianto had still been in a slight state of shock at the fact that his son, after all those months of waiting, had been born. Jack was just relieved to be able to control his bladder and bend over properly. He'd gotten extremely annoyed towards the end, cursing his stomach at regular intervals. He'd been unconsciously poking and prodding his now flat abdomen on the drive home, much to Ianto's amusement.

They'd slowly eased everything out of the car, baby seat in Jack's hand as Ianto unlocked the front door and let them inside. The young man dropped the back of clothes and toys at the foot of the stairs with a yawn and leaned against the banister, closing his eyes. Jack kissed the side of his head gently and linked his fingers with Ianto's and smiled at him.

He held Ianto's hand and guided the young man up the stairs and into the bedroom where they debated how best to sleep that night. They finally gave up and decided to move the cot into the room the next day, both being far too sleepy to manage the task now. Instead, Jack carefully unclipped the boy from the seat and held him gently in his arms as Ianto pulled the duvet on the bed into a rough nest shape. He knelt down next to it and gently laid the newborn in the middle of the dip and flopped down beside him, sighing happily.

Both man and baby had dropped straight off to sleep, Jack being particularly exhausted, but Ianto had laid awake for a while longer, watching his son and his lover as they slept.

To Ianto, Griffin looked like Jack in a multitude of ways. The most recognisable aspect at that point was the shape his mouth fell into as he slept. Ianto couldn't help but smile as he looked from Griffin's face to Jack's, only the ages differing in their faces.

He'd drifted off soon after that, a hand on Griffin's stomach, a tight little grip wrapped around his index finger.

A week later, Jack had come into his element completely, settling naturally into his role as Griffin's father. Ianto, to Jack's amusement, was leaning towards the feminine side of the relationship again. When Griffin woke in the night, it was Ianto who woke first, picking the crying baby up and rocking him gently back to sleep, feeding him when needs be. Jack slept through these disturbances at first, but he soon trained himself to be awake with Ianto, to share the duties of soothing the baby back to sleep.

They started to take it in turns to feed him and shared all the responsibilities throughout the house more evenly. They'd swap round on who changed him and who held him after dinner, they took turns in rocking him to sleep and playing with him. By the time Griffin was two weeks old, they felt like naturals. They'd already adjusted to the night's of limited sleep and the sound of a screaming infant waking them at bizarre hours.

They'd found out that while he had Jack's sense of humour, his eyes were already betraying the soft intelligence that Jack loved so much about Ianto. Each man found a whole list of things about their son that they saw in the other, extending from the way he smiled, to the way he blinked in confusion at a remark or action from one of them. They were surprised with how quickly he was becoming responsive to them, and the level of recognition in his face when they picked him up or walked into a room.

The two had spent almost all of their time at home, mainly because they didn't want to subject Griffin to the bustling life of the hub quite yet, but partly because neither of them had the heart to be away from him for too long. One of the days, Ianto had needed to run to the hub and check on files that needed archiving, at Owen's request, and he'd been there for longer than expected.

He came home about three hours later to find the house quiet. By now, he'd usually be putting Griffin down whilst Jack got ready for bed, but obviously, Jack had already gotten there. He silently slipped his shoes and coat off and poked his head round the living room door, checking that it was tidy.

He was surprised and amused to see Jack lying on the sofa, facing the ceiling with his knees bent and feet proper against the opposite end to his head. Lying down the middle of his legs, sitting quite comfortably, was Griffin. Over the last couple weeks, his dark brown hair had started to grow properly, sticking out at odd angles that reminded Ianto suspiciously of Jack first thing in the morning. They were both fast asleep, and Ianto couldn't help but notice the striking resemblance between them.

He didn't have the heart to wake them up, so he sat on the opposite sofa and watched them for a while longer. Griffin's tiny hands were curled round each of Jack's index fingers, treating them like comfort blankets. He'd adopted gripping onto something whilst he slept to make him feel safe, but it differed every time. If Ianto was holding him, it was his tie or the edge of his jacket, if Jack, usually one of his suspenders. He preferred fingers when he could get them, and he settled for the blanket Gwen had wrapped him in for the journey home on that very first night when he was in his crib.

Eventually, when Ianto wrenched his gaze from the endearing scene, he found it was time to move them and gently kissed Jack's lips, running a hand through his hair. He heard a slight growl of approval before pulling back to see his eyes blinking up at him. Jack looked down at the baby resting in his lap and smiled, never ceasing to be surprised at how perfect their son was.

He let Ianto lift Griffin up, holding him to his chest and letting the sleeping boy nestled his head under his chin, as he pushed himself up. Jack leaned forwards and kissed him slowly, wrapping his arms around the young man's waist, but being careful not to disturb the sleeping Griffin. Gently, he pulled back and smiled before kissing the little boy on the top of his head and Ianto's lips again.

Ianto turned and made his way upstairs, Jack gripping onto the back of his trouser waistband as he followed sleepily. They shuffled into the bedroom and Ianto tucked griffin into his cot, lying him on his back and making sure the blankets were secure. He paid special attention each night to making sure that the white woollen blanket with the stars on was lying close enough for him to find in his sleep.

He almost jumped when he felt strong arms around his waist, a mouth breathing gently on his neck and the soft heat of his partner's body behind him. He felt he mouth press a kiss to his neck and he twisted slowly in the arms to capture the mouth in a real kiss, a long, deep kiss that reminded both of the men just was kissing had been designed for.