Martha got out of the cab and headed to Ianto's flat.
Ever the flirt, Jack went to open the door with only a towel wrapped round him.
"Jack, you could at least get dressed," said Ianto, smiling at the sight of his partner strutting down the hallway to the door, wiggling his bum suggestively as he did so.
"Come on in, Martha," he said, opening the door to her.
"Ever the flirt, Jack," she said, laughing.
"Told you Martha wouldn't mind," he called out to Ianto, who had disappeared to put some clothes on.
"Don't ever change Jack," she said lovingly as he hugged her.
"I won't, now why don't you go through to the lounge while I go put some clothes on before Yan tells me off again," he said, smiling.
Jack returned to their bedroom. Ianto was already dressed and setting out Jacks clothes for him.
"You know I can get my own clothes, Yan," he said, winding his arms round his lover's waist.
"I know, Cariad, but I like doing it for you," he said as Jack pulled on his underwear.
"I'll make a coffee," said Ianto, turning away from the sight of Jack getting dressed.
"I love you," said Jack as he slipped his braces over his shirt.
"I know," said Ianto as he left the bedroom.
Ianto went into the lounge.
"Hi Martha, would you like a coffee?" he asked.
"I'd love one Ianto, and I'm so sorry to barge in on a Sunday."
"It's no problem," he said, smiling, and turned towards the kitchen.
Jack headed for the lounge and then at the last second changed his mind and went into the kitchen. Ianto had just put the kettle down. Jack leaned into him and nibbled his neck, his hands resting on Ianto's hipbones, barely touching him. Ianto leant backwards slightly into him, Jack's hands slipped round his waist.
Ianto turned in his arms and kissed him quickly on the lips.
"Is that all I get?" said Jack, pulling his Sad Face.
Ianto giggled.
"Yes, Cariad, we have company," he said and turned back to pick up the drinks.
Jack nodded and followed Ianto into the living room.
Ianto set the tray down on the small table and sat down on the opposite couch. Jack flopped beside him, Ianto immediately leant into him. He rested a hand on Jack's thigh; Jack took it in his and entwined their fingers together. Martha watched and smiled.
"So, Martha what did you need to talk to us about?" asked Jack.
"I need to tell you guys the truth about why I came," she said.
"Sounds ominous," said Jack.
"Jack, just promise me that when I've finished you'll make sure that you'll always be there for my daughter," said Martha.
"Martha what's wrong?" asked Jack, gripping Ianto's hand tighter than he meant to.
"Ouch."
"Sorry, Yan," he said and pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek.
"Promise me, Jack?"
"I promise, now tell us what's going on?" he said.
"I came to you Jack, because you're the only person other than the Doctor I can trust. I won't be here for long after the baby is born and I need to be sure you'll take care of her as if she were your own child," said Martha, a tear appearing in her eyes.
"Martha we said we would, what's going on? You're not going to abandon her are you?" said Jack.
"Not out of choice Jack, soon after she's born I'm going to bleed to death and there's nothing anyone can do to stop it," she said as the tears fell, she hastily wiped them away and carried on talking.
"I've got a tumour and it's big. I had to make the choice: my life or my baby's. I chose her life; I've lived mine and loved every minute of it. She deserves that same chance."
She stopped talking at looked at Jack and Ianto.
"What sort of tumour, maybe Owen can help?" said Ianto.
Martha shook her head.
"He knows there's nothing anyone can do. Once it's safe for her to be born, Owen has promised to deliver her; the tumour is still growing and taking space she needs. I estimate I've got about two months left before Owen cuts her out of me."
"We could just wait for you to deliver naturally, it would be much less traumatic for you," said Jack, letting go of Ianto's hand and taking both of Martha's in his.
She shook her head.
"If I go into labour I won't be able to deliver her, the tumour is sitting at the base of my pelvis. I won't dilate and she'll die; there's no other way," she said, squeezing Jack's hand.
"Why me? You only met me the once. You traveled with the Doctor for over a year."
"The Doctor has Rose, he can have a family with her someday. Besides, I don't like the idea of my daughter traveling for her whole life in the TARDIS, I'd rather she was brought up on Earth."
"What about your family, surely they should have a say in this?" said Jack.
"No, they made their choice. My choice is you, Jack, and you, Ianto. Will you bring her up as your own daughter, together?" she asked.
Jack and Ianto both nodded.
"We'd be honoured Martha," said Jack.
She smiled and pulled her hands free from Jack's, she picked up coffee and leant back against the sofa.
"So what are you going to call your daughter?" she asked with a smile,
"Martha she's your daughter, too, you choose her name."
"No, she won't even know who I am. You're going to be bringing her up; she's your daughter not mine," she said and the tears fell.
Ianto was immediately on his feet and pulled Martha into his arms.
"Thank you Martha Jones," he said.
"For what?" she asked as she pulled herself together.
"For trusting us with your child."
"There's no one else I would rather have bring her up."
"I promise she'll grow up knowing how much her mother loved her," he said as he gently laid his hand on her belly.