"If we leave now," Ianto reasoned as he did his tie up, "then we'll be in before the team."

Jack continued his sentence from the warmth of the bed, his voice muffled by the covers, "And if we're in before the team, we can't make a grand entrance."

"I don't want to make a grand entrance," argued Ianto, stepping over to the bed and whipping the quilt off Jack, revealing all (which almost made him want to climb back into bed. Almost). "Now I'm going to dress Grace, by the time I'm back I want you up and dressed."

"I have no problem getting it up," Jack muttered from the empty bed as he pouted.

Ianto rolled his eyes and pulled the gurgling baby out of her cot.

He looked down at the baby cradled against his chest and smiled, "You're not grumpy in the morning, are you? Actually," he paused as he grabbed a cracker off the kitchen counter to munch on, "I don't even know why he's grumpy since he doesn't even sleep."

"You take after me, don't you?" he pressed his finger to her nose and she gurgled, "You're an early riser, you've got blue eyes…"

He laid her out on the changing mat and checked her nappy (which was, thankfully, clean) before he put her in one of the many outfits that Jack had picked out.

"Ianto…?" Jack called from the kitchen, "You almost ready? I've made toast."

Ianto looked down at his daughter and smiled before he walked out to join Jack in the kitchen. "And we are ready to go."

Jack complained, "But we haven't eaten breakfast yet."

Ianto rolled his eyes at how Jack's life revolved around food when he got his mind off sex. "We can eat it in the car, otherwise we're going to be late."

"Late?" Jack repeated incredulously, "It's seven twenty! We'll be there in ten minutes."

"So the man was in my mouth for three minutes and—"

"Sounds saucy," Jack said as the door to the Hub rolled open and he appeared, looking strangely martial (if you overlooked the changing bag he had on his shoulder), "but why are you lot in this early?"

"Er, no reason," Gwen and Tosh muttered as they moved over to the other side of the Hub to welcome Jack and Ianto.

"We had a heavy workload last weekend and we wanted to get on top of the paperwork," lied Tosh. Gwen came up behind her and nodded far too quickly to appear convincing.

Jack stared at them for a long minute. "Liars," he murmured accusingly before he walked past them to find Owen.

Ianto followed a couple of minutes later, cuddling the baby to his chest and holding an empty car seat in his free hand.

"So," Gwen said, startling Ianto who had been engrossed in the baby. "What's she called?"

Ianto smiled and passed her the baby, "Her name is Grace. Grace Jones."

"That's a perfect name," Tosh said as she fussed over the baby, "she's gorgeous. Gosh, Ianto, you're so lucky."

"Thanks," Ianto muttered, gratefully leaving the baby in their care, and went to find Jack.

Owen appeared in front of him, ascending the stairs from the Autopsy Bay and peeling off his plastic gloves with an audible snap, "Where's the baby?"

"What have you been dissecting?" Ianto raised an eyebrow.

Owen shrugged. "Weevil."

"Well, after you've washed your hands I'll tell you where Grace is," replied Ianto, and was surprised as Owen traipsed back down the stairs to wash his hands, not having expected the other man to listen to him.

"This is so weird," Ianto muttered as he dumped Grace's car seat on Jack's desk.

Jack looked up from his magazine slowly, "What?"

"Owen's fawning over Grace." He paused, glancing behind him and making out the figures of Tosh and Gwen crowded around Grace, "actually, everyone is."

"And why is that weird?" Jack transferred his attention back to the magazine, "She is kinda fawnable."

Ianto frowned, "Fawnable?" He shook his head, and refocused on Jack, "What are you reading?"

Jack smiled and proudly held up his magazine for Ianto to see. Ianto spluttered in disbelief: "Baby and Pregnancy? Why are you reading that? And when did you get it?"

"I ordered it online over the weekend." Jack said smugly as he leaned back in his chair, watching Ianto flick through it.

"So, this is kind of handy," conceded Ianto, "but you're paying for it."

Jack grinned.

"Anybody got anything else to report?" Jack asked as the daily meeting drew to an end.

Ianto looked up, "Actually, I want to make a proposition."

"And I keep telling you," interrupted Owen swiftly, "that the board room is not the time or place."

"Or in front of us," added Gwen, making a face.

Ianto ignored them, pretending not to notice Jack's guffaws in the background. "I want to baby-proof this place as soon as possible and I would like some help, just to make things easier."

"I wouldn't mind," Tosh volunteered.

"Or me," Gwen added as she nodded her head.

Owen sipped his coffee as he stood up before he muttered, "And, er, I'll do the autopsy bay."

"Sorry," Ianto said teasingly, "what was that?"

Owen sighed from the door, "I said I'd do the autopsy bay—I don't want any of you meddling with my things."

Jack and Ianto shared a knowing look.

"You just don't want anyone to steal your beer," Jack muttered as he too stood up, signalling that the meeting had ended.

Owen pretended not to hear that last bit.

The rest of the team followed, traipsing slowly down the stairs.

"So Ianto, Jack, got any plans this weekend?" Gwen asked casually.

Jack was curious, "What d'ya have in mind?"

"I was thinking swimming," she replied as she made her way over to her workstation, "apparently bare skin contact is good for babies and the sooner she learns to swim, the better, really."

Ianto looked horrified and shook his head violently but discreetly at Jack.

"Sure thing," Jack agreed readily, resolving to talk with Ianto later.

"Great!" Gwen said as she pulled out her phone to text Rhys, "I'll get her a swimming costume."

Jack exchanged another look with Ianto.

"What's her middle name?" Tosh asked from her workstation, "You never told us."

Ianto shifted Grace in his arms, "C—"

"Katherine?" Gwen interrupted eagerly.

Tosh made her own suggestion, "What about Katrina?"

"How about," Owen began as he walked over to Gwen's desk to steal a packet of crisps, "Clitorina?"

Jack laughed, "And now we know why we spend your time staring at women's crotches."