6

Ianto waited until everyone had calmed and he walked calmly from workstation to workstation taking a perverse delight in being wide eyed and innocent looking, channelling his inner Gwen you might say?

He resisted the urge to bat his eyes though, that might be a bit too obvious.

Then he walked up to Jack's office and did his stealth thing, sneaking up behind him to see him looking at their last family portrait sitting.

He remembered that day, Josh barely two and his little tooth gleaming in the photo where the light had hit it, Jack's look of pride matched by Ianto's as Ianto cradled his son, Jack hugging them both with a look of open possessiveness.

The photographer had been close to eighty and Jack had flirted with the poor man mercilessly until he was so flustered he dropped one of the cameras and thank god it hadn't broken, the pinched butt going a bit too far. They had gotten a lovely discount and Christmas card though.

"Can hardly see where I whooped you one for flirting with the photographer" Ianto said softly and Jack whelped as he swung to stare at Ianto.

Ianto calmly placed the cup down and sat on the edge of the desk to look at him long and hard.

Ianto laid it all out, everything that had happened down to the bare facts...or the knickers and he watched Jack's face change from confusion to rage, then sorrow as he pushed his chair back and looked at Ianto.

"And what else do you think?" Jack asked carefully, his face neutral.

"I think Gwen planted it all, after all she just bought that set and you've been too busy to sneak her home for a quickie these last three days since, besides that bloody rose water is so cloying I would have smelt it in our bed" Ianto said just as calmly, "I think this is Gwen once again trying to come between us and I am sick to fucking death of it. I know you love her, I know this is hard but we are coming to a point of no return here."

"I'll talk to her" Jack promised.

"Will you?" Ianto canted his head, "Heard that before sir."

"Stop it!" Jack growled, rising and closing the door, then closing the blinds and cloistering them from the world outside the office, "Come sit here."

Jack slumped in the sofa and Ianto canted his head. "On the sofa? Or you!"

Jack smiled as he saw the first signs of amusement from his love.

Ianto folded into Jack's lap and settled with his head against Jack's, both men content for a moment.

"I love you" Jack said softly after a while and Ianto hummed as he settled more.

"Where's Josh?"

"Rhia" Jack answered, smelling his beloved happily, "baby…shit. There's more."

"What?" Ianto pulled back and looked into Jack's eyes, "Tell me."

"The Martins…their gift it…er…wasn't a onetime deal" Jack sighed, "Owen examined you after he stitched your scalp."

"Bullshit" Ianto sputtered, his fingers reaching to find the stitches as if they might tell him something.

"He estimates about twelve weeks love" Jack sighed, "Sorry. It never occurred to me..I mean…is it wrong of me to be so excited? I was horrified, angry and so excited all at once I thought I might vomit. Then I thought back to the day Josh was born, his little face and your precious gift to me…to all of us. I was so…gods. I felt so light that if I stepped off the roof I might float up into the clouds."

"Another baby" Ianto repeated with wonder.

"You OK?"

"Gotta be, I'm preggers" Ianto answered, settling back in his husband's arms and Jack relaxed as he finally knew his love was back, in control and no longer confused.

Everything else could wait.

Downstairs Gwen sat unaware that her coffee was dribbling down her front with her frozen lip, fantasising about what might happen next. The argument going on up there must be epic and she could see that ugly face Ianto made when he cried, begging Jack to explain as Jack got all angry and finally admitted it was her, had always been her. Only her.

More than once she glanced up eagerly, only to see Tosh swing to openly glare at her.

Bitch.

When Jack finally admitted his feelings and took Gwen into his bed where she belongs that little Japanese bitch would know the meaning of revenge. Maybe she should feed the weevils for a while.

Gwen's expression looked more like she was taking a crap and Owen stood with his arms folded watching for a while, then wandered over to Tosh, "Don't know about you but I need a bloody drink."

"I'll be there soon" Tosh said dreamily as she continued to stare as Gwen, "Just gotta finish a few things."

"OK," Owen shrugged, used to her weird ways, "I'll ge the drinks in, see ya there toots."

Tosh hummed absently as she swung in her chair, her own mind whirring faster than Gwen's ever could.

No one messes with her family.