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I Won't Send Roses

My pace is frantic, my temper is cross, and with words romantic, I am at loss. In me, you will find things like guts and nerve, but not the kind things that you deserve, so while there is a fighting chance just turn and go…

The morning was cold, good enough to stay longer on bed cuddling against someone. Jack Harkness sat down trying to figured out when exactly had he become accustom to routine. He no longer woke up at the sound of an alarming rift, but to an alarm clock set to 7:00 am, and even now he could always go back to sleep and no one would have a say on it. He felt the body next to him woke up, sat on the side of the bed an after more than one sigh get up and walk in to bathroom. He closed his eyes back again letting his other senses do their job for once. After a while, he heard noise in the kitchen and soon after the aroma of fresh coffee invaded the room, which was more than enough initiative to make him get up. He sat on the bed rubbing his face, wanting nothing more than go back to sleep, but instead he walked in to bathroom and washed his face.

A lonely kitchen greeted him, accepting his fate he took the warm cup of coffee that was patiently waiting for him on the counter. He gave a sigh letting his noise drown in the strong aroma; the small flat was silent now, so different from last night when so many hurtful things were said. There is an old saying that says, "You should never go to sleep in anger." However, he had done just that, after discharging his anger he had gone in hiding under the covers. He took a small sip of the coffee, feeling the taste going thru him like a soft blanket. May be he should act as the grown up he was and give an apology. He went in to the room, grabbed his phone and dialed the number, waited a bit and after a while, he could hear the familiar ringing all the way on the living room. He almost run in to it thinking the other was back only to find the cell phone dancing on top of the coffee table, with a huff, he let himself fall in the couch.

Long ago, he had bow never to give his heart again, with bother when at the end there is only loss and anxiety over a broken heart. Yet when he last expected along had came this boy not asking but demanding his heart, how could he refuse when the loneliest is even worse than a broken heart. He had tried to keep simple, hiding away all his secrets, not falling in love, yet every morning as soon as he awaked he knew he loved him, that no matter how the game ended he had already lost. Ianto had asked him once, why him, as Ianto had put it, he could have whoever he wanted, he was after all Captain Jack bloody Harkness, why Ianto? A simple kid. At first, he had no answer, then after reflecting a little on it; he found a million little things that had been his doom, the way that Ianto smiled, not very often if may say, his honesty, loyalty, the way he never pushed for an answer, how can a simple hug take away all his worries, and many more. Why he was afraid then, when he already knew all the possible outcomes, he knew Ianto love him and yet every morning the feeling of loss would stare him on the face. Making him doubt, thinking that maybe that day Ianto would come to his senses and say," this is wrong I want out." Knowing it would hurt like never before, knowing that maybe this time all the eternity would not be enough to fix it. However, instead of pushing the feeling aside and cuddle in to Ianto once more, he would push in order to make sure he was being heard, and he knew he was wrong that that is not the way to do things, that he was actually pushing the other out. Moreover, he felt bad, making the other feel guilty for something he had not even considered. Yes, Jack Harkness had become a jealous man and apologies just not his thing, at least not until today.

A small noise and a familiar smell make him woke up, only to find a face staring at him with bright blue eyes smiling at him.

"Hi Daddy…" –Yes, he was a daddy now. Things had changed he had to evolve too. He passed a hand trough his face. –"Mom said not to wake you up, that you will probably be tired after all that kicking and screaming…Did you guy went to a rugby game?" –She whispered, after putting a kiss on his cheek.

"I thought you mom said not to wake me up?" –hugging the little girl.

"Ups…"

"Hum, you are in trouble now. Did you have fun with your cousins?" –The girl nodded. –"Where is your mom any way?" –Jack whispered in her ear.

"In the kitchen, making dinner…"

"Good, go do your homework and get ready for dinner, Ok…" –He gave her a soft kiss on her cheek.

"All right, but I think you should give him this." –Taking a small flower out of her bag. - "He is pretty pissed."

"Don't say pissed! And I own you one…" The girl just regarded him with a smile, one that told him he was in so much trouble now.

"Of course you do…" –She ran in to the next room and closed the door. –"Good luck daddy!"

He got up and made his way to the kitchen; he could see the other fussing around the small stove. He got near and hugged him from behind. He felt the other body jump at this action and then relaxed into his arms.

"I take that you are not mad anymore." –Said Ianto without turning…

Authors Note: I know, where is the humor on this? Well I am not sure; please do tell me if you find it. Once more thanks for reading…