So my time was almost up and Torchwood though it best if I induced, then we'd be for sure in the safety of the Torchwood building. I was so nervous and I still hadn't chosen a name which meant I still hadn't decided if I was going to keep it. As soon as the baby thing was in my arms that was the deadline and I feared that time. I would finally see what it looked like, and if it was a girl or boy. Tosh held my hand, and Gwen stood nearby with a concerned face which I couldn't quite place; perhaps it was a kind of kinship? Anyway, Jack wasn't it in the room. He'd made some kind of comment which pretty much said that he was freaked out by the whole notion and I was kind of glad. Jack wasn't the kind of guy you wanted looking at you when your knees were up to your eyes while your who-ha was naked to the world. The worst part was that Owen was meant to be my doctor. The idea was pretty funny, him being all sex jokes. I was almost tempted to ask if Torchwood had other doctors (perhaps a female one?). But I pushed that away, come on! This place looks like the reject set of some sci-fi movie, they did not have other people waiting in the wings!
Now the next part is really hard to describe, because for all the weird technology that I knew these guys must have (by just seeing what they kept out in the open), the birth of my alien baby went along much like I'd expect the birth of any human baby. This in fact makes it quite hard to describe and I know right now I seem a lot more smarter than I did before but this isn't because I am, it's just 'cause I can't think of any other way to put it all so I've thought all this out a lot. It was the most excruciating pain I'd ever felt, even with the drugs that they pumped into me. Now I don't know if this pain was normal, for all I know it was worse or less because it was an alien, but to me it was so very painful.
Yet somehow I knew the moment he was in my arms that it was worth it. He was so perfect it almost made me grateful of that alien's mouth rape. That baby boy was so cute, oh and yes, he was a he. A perfect boy.
And as soon as he was in my arms a name just popped into my mind like a gift from some god.
Jay.
The name hadn't been on that long list me and Dan had thought up in my room, but I guess the signs had been there since the start. Maybe you'll remember that every name I could think of started with a "J"? Well that is what I named him. This naming also meant that I could come up with a name meaning I was keeping him and Jack be dammed if he ever tried to "dispatch" my boy.
On that "bed" with Jay in my arms I felt a fire rise up within me. It was like nothing I had ever felt before. Again, maybe it was because he was alien or maybe it was just something about being a new mother, but it was like a reckoning inside of me. I would never let anyone hurt my child, not Jack, not Torchwood, not even God himself. This was my perfect little boy and I would die protecting him.
"So your decision?" Tosh asked me, with kindness in her eyes.
"I'm keeping him." I looked up to see Jack walking down the stairs to his office.
"Well that makes things complicated." He said, a smile on his face, but a look of concern washed over that attractive face of his.