Owen left eventually. They all knew it was never meant to be a permanent solution and one day, Owen announced that he was going to leave. The whole team trusted Jack a bit more, and now they were sure Ianto wasn't going to fake his death again any time soon it made sense for Owen to leave the lovebirds to it. That and they were going to need all the space they could get soon.
So life went back to normal. Well, as normal as you could get at Torchwood. They went Weevil hunting, stopped aliens taking over the earth, scavenged technology that got swept through the Rift and did what they were supposed to.
It took a while for Ianto to completely trust Jack again, but slowly they got there. It helped that Jack talked more about his past. Being over a hundred and fifty Jack had a lot of explaining to do, but Ianto was patient and it before long he knew everything.
Jack even started to sleep more, which was not only unusual but unnecessary. Ianto had the feeling it was for his benefit more that Jack's. After all, no one likes to wake up alone in a cold bed.
So Ianto was more than a little unnerved when he did wake up alone one night almost eight months after Owen had moved out. Frowning slightly he sat up. Maybe Jack had just gone to get a drink?
Yawning, he swung his legs out of bed and headed towards the door. There were no lights on in the flat, but Ianto didn't panic. Jack preferred it in the dark. He'd always had an aversion to artificial light.
"Jack?" Ianto caught sight of his partner stood by the window in their living room, looking out over the bay. "What are you looking at?"
He wandered over and stood next to Jack, trying to follow his gaze.
"Nothing in particular," Jack just shrugged.
"You're thinking about him again aren't you?" Ianto snaked an arm around Jack's waist, kissing his bare shoulder.
"Sorry," Jack sighed. "I just… worry…"
"I know," Ianto replied. "But he'll be fine."
"Yeah…" Jack didn't sound convinced.
"Look, he's got this Martha," Ianto pointed out. "If anything were to happen to him, don't you think she'd get in touch?"
"Yeah, I suppose," Jack nodded.
"Besides, you know what his time keeping is like," Ianto chuckled softly.
"He is terrible," Jack agreed, smiling slightly. He turned round and pulled Ianto into a hug. "Come on, let's go back to bed."
Ianto allowed Jack to pull him gently back the way they'd come. Once back in bed, they curled up together, legs entwined, almost trying to melt into one entity.
"Do you think he'll be back before-"
"Yes. I'm sure he will." Ianto reassured Jack before he could complete his sentence.
"But you can't know," Jack sighed slightly. "Sorry… I don't suppose you want to hear me prattle on about…"
"It's fine," Ianto said. "Besides, he knew about it. How else do you explain the clothes and supplies and things?"
"That was quite spooky actually," Jack nodded.
"He probably landed in our future and saw us," Ianto replied. "Now stop worrying and get some more sleep."
"Ooh, yes sir!" Jack found Ianto's hand and held it close over his bump. "I could get used to this."
"What?" Ianto asked.
"Being made to sleep," Jack said.
"I hope you realise I'm going to make you stay up when our son is screaming in the middle of the night," Ianto pointed out.
"You can't sleep if you think I'm up," Jack closed his eyes.
"This is true," Ianto shifted slightly. "Alright, we'll both stay up and you can do the nappies."
"Gee, thanks, Ianto."
"You're welcome."
"Love you."
"Love you too."