AN: Warning - this chapter is rather fluffy. As always, reviews are craved like chocolate. x

Ianto lay awake, the streak of early morning sunshine slipping into the room through the gap in the curtains was the only source of light, and Jack's breathing the only sound to be heard. He lost track of how long he had been sitting staring into space, trying to figure how to tell Jack what his decision was, but a quick glance at the clock told him it was now half eight in the morning.

So much for his usual Sunday morning lie in.

Jack woke up a few hours later, without opening his eyes he turned on his side and stretched out his arm only to find Ianto wasn't there, and the sheets were cold indicating he hadn't been in bed for quite some time.

He clambered out of bed, pulling on a pair of boxers and heading for the living room, figuring that'd be as good a place as any to begin looking for the Welshman.

He was right.

Ianto sat huddled on the sofa, clutching a cup of coffee and absently watching the television with a blank look on his face.

"Ianto? You ok?"

Jack approached the younger man, Ianto only looking up when Jack plopped down next to him.

"Yeah. Of course I'm fine."

Jack could tell just by the look on Ianto's face that his last statement wasn't even close to the truth. Instead of demanding the truth - partly because he knew he wouldn't get it, and partly because he had a feeling he already knew the source of Ianto's sombre mood - he pulled Ianto close to him, running his fingers in soothing patterns along his back, whispering soothing sounds in his ear and pressing the occasional kiss to his head.

"Jack?"

"Hmm?"

"I've decided what I'm going to do."

Ianto had spent what felt like hours staring at the napkin before finally picking up the phone and arranging to meet Lisa. She had decided the destination, and that is why he found himself pushing open a creaky park gate and walking up to Lisa, who was sitting on the swings, biting her lip. A glimpse of the real Lisa he knew was still there.

He sat down on the swing next to her, giving her a small smile, despite himself, and managing to say 'hi', even and managed to hear her response over the thumping of his heart, which was an achievement in it's self.

"Lisa. Um, I decided that, if it's still what you want, me and Jack will look after the baby."

"Thanks."

Ianto could tell something was wrong with Lisa, and even though he knew he should hate her right now, he couldn't help but feel concerned.

"You ok?"

"Yeah. Oh, I nearly forgot. I've got the 12 week scan here. If you wanted a look." She rummaged in her handbag, locating the small picture and handing to Ianto.

Ianto took it, looking at it in amazement. He could just make out the shape of the baby.

His baby.

"Are you sure you're ok? You just don't seem your usual self. Although quite what your usual self is these days, I'm not sure."

"Yes, I just…thanks. I honestly didn't think you'd agree."

"What happened to us Lisa? Everything was so perfect. When did you change?"

"I don't know. I'm sorry for what I did to you. And the way I behaved yesterday. I just…"

Ianto could see a single tear fall down her cheek, landing in a small puddle on her pale pink top.

"Hey, don't get upset. And thanks. For the apology. I know the real Lisa's under there somewhere. But I just never thought she'd change so much. What made her change? I thought you were happy, we were happy. We had everything we needed, and I honestly thought we'd grow old together. Guess I was just naive."

It was Ianto's turn to start crying.

Lisa chuckled through her own tears.

"Ha, look at us. Sitting in a park, crying over something that ended ages ago. Anyway I thought you were happy. What about this Jack guy then?"

Ianto grinned, and started telling Lisa everything about him, within reason, and he found that it wasn't nearly as weird as he thought it'd be. He could see the old Lisa emerging from the steely exterior she had surrounded herself in since they had split, but he realised that he was now completely over her. Finally.

When he'd finished talking, he was about to hand Lisa the scan back, when she stopped him. "No. You take it home. Show Jack. I'm sure he'll want to see his kid's first photo."

And that's when it first hit Ianto.

He and Jack were having a baby.

He slipped the photo in his jacket pocket and reached over between the two swings, taking Lisa's hand in his, giving her a shy smile and looking straight ahead.

Ianto arrived back home to a lungful of a beautiful smell and the calming noise of Jack humming along to the radio in the kitchen. He dropped the keys on the coffee table in the living room, removing his jacket and throwing it over the sofa, before heading for the kitchen, sneaking up behind Jack and nibbling on his ear.

"Mmm, something smells good. And it's making me hungry." Jack grinned and leaned back into Ianto touch. "The food looks good too."

Jack chuckled and turned in the younger man's arms. "Everything go ok with Lisa, then?"

"Yup!" The smile on Ianto's face was infectious, and Jack would have smiled too if his mouth hadn't immediately been attacked by another talented set of lips, a tongue easily slipping into his mouth and hands roaming up and down his body.

He pulled back, lecherous grin firmly in place and looked Ianto straight in the eye.

"Someone's in a good mood."

"Yeah. I think the old Lisa's coming back. Oh, and she gave me the first scan picture."

Ianto slipped from Jack's hold, disappearing from the American's view whilst he went to retrieve the photo. He stepped back into the kitchen, brandishing the small picture and grinning like a Cheshire cat. He pointed out various bits on the scan, which Jack wasn't sure were actually there, but he didn't really care.

"That's our baby, Jack."

"Yes, it is."

Ianto pressed a kiss to Jack's lips, but after not long, pulled back, whispering in the older man's ear, "How about you leave the food just now, we can heat it up later, and you can come do so much more fun things in the bedroom with me?" As he was talking his hands ran down Jack's spine, bone by bone, eventually landing on his backside, giving it a firm grope to reinstate his point.

Jack chuckled, "Sounds like a plan. Get you there in two minutes."

"Two minutes and counting."