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Tarn approached Ianto while he was ironing.

Well, watching a cooking channel and dictating a letter to go on a piece of Tat Archie was about to get sent and ironing but why split hairs?

"Ianto, you got a minute?" Tarn sat on the sofa nervously as Ianto clicked off the Dictaphone by the iron.

"Of course Tarn" Ianto placed the iron in its resting cradle and flicked it off at the wall with a toe, then sat.

"You know me and CJ aren't ya know … doing anything" Tarn said awkwardly screwing his hands on his lap.

"Yes" Ianto nodded, "and I am very pleased with you."

"The thing is … well. You said that when we are 18 and can mate, I mean…" Tarn blushed.

"Ah." Ianto huffed, "The baby question?"

Tarn nodded sheepishly.

"CJ had his father's DNA, as well as mine. He was created after I had become altered by the rift. As a baby, he displayed traits of his father and I was curious." Ianto cleared his throat, "I had him checked by Owen and it appears that he has our ability to procreate. Jack can have children as well, a biological trait, inherited. So, we are about 90% sure that CJ can get pregnant with his mate."

"So …." Tarn gaped as he chewed over the words, "My baby? CJ would have my baby?"

"If it's possible, it would be with you. If it doesn't happen then you can adopt. A little human baby or one of the many alien ones we see in our line of work, but I don't think it will be a problem. Not the way you two have bonded. I can smell your excitement when you've been apart." Ianto smiled as he settled in the sofa cushions.

"You look tired" Tarn frowned as he noticed the sooty rings around Ianto's eyes.

"Just been so busy" Ianto yawned.

"How about me and CJ see to the roast? You already did the vegies and stuff, not a big job to baste it" Tarn offered and Ianto smiled as he settled further into the cushions.

"Good practice for when we have our own family" Tarn enthused.

Ianto huffed with amusement as he watched Tarn bustle about the room and was soon asleep.

Jack found him curled into a ball as he slept, the smell of dinner filling the house.

"Hey baby" Jack crooned as he kissed Ianto's forehead and Ianto woke with a hum.

"Oh good, you're home" Tarn enthused. "Dinner is nearly ready, the twins are just setting the table."

"Oh Tarn, how wonderful" Ianto smiled as he rose and stretched.

"Ah, I really liked cooking" Tarn smiled, "I want to learn how to please CJ like you please the Captain."

Jack frowned as he watched them walking into the kitchen. Ianto did do all the domestic stuff, was it all just to please him?

Jack decided it was his turn to cook tomorrow might.

Just gotta work out how to tell Ianto.