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"Awww, he Lurrrrrrrrves you so much" Owen was crowing as he danced around Jack, "That he Biiiiiiit you!"
"Owen, I'm gonna bite you in a minute" Jack snarled as Ianto walked over with plates, placing one down for Jack along with one for himself. The children were all sitting on the floor around a low table with their own breakfast as they prepared for their morning school lessons in the school house, the afternoon to be outside doing prepper stuff.
Owen grinned and went to say something to Ianto, stalling as he stared at the matching bruise on his neck as well.
"So. You eat each other in your spare time?" he asked sarcastically, "Like… are you full on vampire? So I need to start locking the door at night? You know I'm only a little guy so you should start with Rhys if you feel like takeaway one night."
Ianto stopped with his spoon half way to his mouth, looking at Owen with confusion as Jack started to snigger, and then Jack roared with laughter.
"Excuse me?"
"You both have love bites!" Owen snorted, "After all this time you are still like teenagers."
Ianto grinned, then it faded as he looked at Jack, "You haven't healed."
"No, I think my metabolism is slower because of the baby" Jack surmised, "It is healing but slower than usual. Maybe it's my body's way of protecting the baby. I wasn't…this me with my last one. Who can say how my body will react."
"At least the birth will be easy" Owen said as he picked up his cup, "A quick C-section and reset for you."
"No milk" Ianto said with a frown, "If you reset there is no milk."
"No worries" Alice said as she took a seat next to Ianto and looked at Owen with a grin, "Right Doc?"
"Ah" Owen grinned back and Ianto was out of his chair, whopping with joy as he caught a whiff of her. As she usually sat down the other end he hadn't scented her all month.
"What?" Jack asked as he watched Ianto rejoice, then his brain caught up with what might pleased him so, "Darling? You are cooking one too?"
"Yeah Dad" she laughed as she watched Ianto throw his arms back and howl, "About four weeks gone."
"Oh Alice" Jack sniffed, hormonal tears threatening as he watched her preen, rubbing her stomach happily; "You and I will have play dates!"
"Until Alice has milk in, there is a whole community of lactating women" Martha assured them, "There will be plenty of milk. We need you Jack, fighting fit. We need you and Ianto. Anyone want to dispute that?"
The room fell quiet and Martha looked around looking for confrontation, almost disappointed when no one challenged her, "Right. Sorted. No need for you to suffer Jack. You and Ianto have enough"
"Thank you darling" Jack smiled and the watched Ianto take a mouthful of porridge, then screw his nose up. "Babe?"
"I don't believe it!" Ianto sighed, "You are pregnant, not me! You and your bloody pheromones. Looks like your hormones affect me too!"
"Oh no, you hated porridge when you were preggers" Jack said with glee, "Does this mean meat attack too?"
Ianto huffed as he glared at Jack and Jack roared with mirth as he saw them both with a lot of meat in their future. "Well, that is what I call a true bonding"
"Yeah well, remember that when we are in bed and the wee wind is flying, or have you forgotten my rotten meat farts" Ianto sighed as Hope made a noise of disgust. Seems she remembers all too well the smells her baby brother made while cooking in her Taddy's belly.
Frank toddled over with something in his hand and offered it to Dean who made a noise of amusement as he accepted it, "Thanks Deano. Wow. A shoe."
Ianto looked at it and frowned as he tried to match it up to any of the villagers and a chill slid down his back as he realised it was foreign.
"Frankie, can you take me and Uncle Mickey to where you got that please Hon?" he asked and Frank nodded, pointing to himself and then at the door, "Yes we will come with you in a second, OK?"
Frank held up his hand with a claw tapping his thumb and Ianto realised he was saying OK.
"Good man" Ianto smiled and Jack sighed as he realised they were going somewhere he wasn't invited.
Ianto patted his leg under the table to soothe, knowing Jack was put out and he leaned in close as he whispered, "Not our shoe Cariad."
Now Jack's pout was replaced with a look of interest as he nodded and knew Tosh was his next stop.
Gotta put a button camera on that frickin' weevil.