"Did Ianto break up with you because of me?" the Doctor questioned during the trip home. Jack sighed. He really didn't want to talk to the Time Lord about it right now. He just wanted to get home, find a bottle of alcohol and drink until the pain of losing Ianto went away. He never thought that he would be able to care for someone again the way he loved Ianto but he allowed himself to fall in love knowing his heart would break in the end. He just didn't expect it to be so soon.

"In a way but it isn't your fault, Doc. We broke up because our lives are currently going in separate directions and he isn't ready for a family," Jack answered truthfully.

"I'm the one who chose to keep the baby," the Doctor argued. Jack glanced quickly at the Doctor before looking back at the road.

"And I am the one who chose to raise it. We could argue about this all day but it doesn't change what happened and I really don't feel like talking about this right now or I may end up saying something I will regret. So can we just get home so that I can drink and forget," Jack advised him.

"For what it's worth, I really am sorry," the Doctor told him.

"I know," Jack responded. The rest of the drive was quiet. Upon arriving at their home, Jack immediately headed into their home. The Doctor stood outside staring about at the sky. It was a nice sunny day and if he concentrated hard enough for just a moment he could feel the twin suns on his face. He put his hand on his stomach, feeling the small bump that was being caused by his growing child. He wished silently that he could show the child the planet but it was gone and he was trapped on this horrible planet again with no way off. He hadn't even heard a rumor of the Master's return and until that happened he was truly stuck.

Taking a deep breath, he went inside the home closing the door behind him. Jack's office door was shut and he avoided it as he went to the kitchen to find something to eat. He was thankful that at their home, Jack didn't keep a constant eye on him. Jack knew he had nowhere to go and even if he did leave, Jack would be able to find him anywhere on Earth. So at home, he had free range to wander and to tinker without constant eyes on him like at the hub. At the hub, Jack was too afraid he would cause trouble to leave him on his own. The Doctor tried not to think about that as he found a banana to eat along with leftover chicken from last night's meal. He ate them standing in the kitchen while he waited for the tea kettle to boil. Once hot, he made himself a cup of tea taking it with him upstairs to the nursery.

He went inside the freshly painted room, taking a seat on the empty floor. They had painted the walls white after moving in but there was a line almost half-way up the wall that had a wooden line that went around the room. Below the line, they planned to paint it either lilac or blue depending on the sex of the baby. Regardless of the sex, the child would have light brown furniture that was currently waiting to be assembled. The Doctor ignored it as he went to the wall taking a seat. He placed his hand once more on his stomach and closed his eyes as he tried to connect with the child. He was slightly disappointed when he could barely feel the mind but not surprised. Children this young couldn't connect properly but he still had to try if he wanted the child to be healthy when born.

Opening his eyes again, he let his hand fall standing up. He didn't see Jack again as he assembled the furniture setting it up in the middle of the room so that they didn't have to move it again when they painted. It took him longer than he expected to complete the task as he didn't have the sonic to aid him so he had to use an old fashioned screwdriver and wrench. It kept him busy, though, and upon finishing he felt as if he had actually accomplished something. He showered then went to the bedroom he shared with Jack climbing underneath the covers. He wasn't sure when he fell asleep but he wasn't surprised that Jack had failed to join him during the night. Jack never joined him even if he claimed the room was both of theirs. Instead, he chose to sleep on the couch, insisting that the Doctor could take the bed.

It was Saturday now and their day off from Torchwood. He laid in bed, staring at the wall as he tried to decide if it was even worth getting out of bed. He couldn't do anything and he doubted he would see Jack this weekend as he hid in his office drinking. His mind made up, he pulled the blankets back over his head as he closed his eyes ready to go back to sleep. Instead, he drifted not completely awake or asleep as he lay in the quiet room. Around noon he heard the door to the bedroom open as Jack came in.

"Planning on sleeping all day?" Jack wondered.

"There is nothing else to do," the Doctor responded, his voice slightly muffled by the blankets. He heard Jack coming closer and then the bed shift as Jack flopped down on it beside him.

"Usually when I stay in bed all weekend the other person is calling out my name," Jack told him half-heartedly.

"Maybe one day," the Doctor told him.

"You really mean that?" Jack asked.

"I don't know how long I am going to be stuck on Earth, Jack. There is always the possibility that it will happen since we are sharing a bed together," the Doctor answered him.

"Now?" Jack wondered and the Doctor could hear the hope in that question. He wasn't surprised by it since Jack often used sex as a form of comfort. During their travels together he had watched Jack seek out sex in order to calm down when angry or because he was upset over something that happened. He also just had sex for the pure enjoyment of it, something that the Doctor never quite understood. On Gallifrey, they were only taught that sex was used for procreation by lesser species and it should be beneath good Time Lords. Yes, he still had sex occasionally, more so after the Master drugged him for his own amusement but he still couldn't bring himself to actively seek it out the way Jack did.

"Alright," the Doctor answered hoping that his voice sounded calmer than he was feeling. He felt the bed shift again as Jack joined him under the blankets. He tried to keep his breathing even as Jack moved closer to him as he gripped the blankets. He was surprised as Jack didn't try to undress him but instead, wrapped his arms around him from behind putting his hand on the Doctor's stomach.

"I can't now, but thank you," Jack whispered. The Doctor rolled so that he was facing Jack wrapping his own arms around him and holding him close. It was the middle of the afternoon but both men were content to just lay there together taking comfort in the other's arms. Life would go on tomorrow but for the moment it was enough.