A bonus chapter for my awesome readers.

It was half past seven in the evening when the proximity alarm finally announced the captain's return to the Hub. The rest of the team was just starting to head home. Ianto had already waved off their concerns regarding leaving him alone, telling them that if he felt sick again he knew where the bins were, and if Jack didn't return that night he'd have simply slept on the couch. Evidently that wouldn't be an issue.

The captain greeted Tosh and Gwen as he passed them by, headed Ianto's way. Ianto glanced up from the paperwork he'd been completing in Jack's office. He hadn't been sure Jack wanted to talk to him. Ianto couldn't say he blamed him. Neither of them was ready to be a father, and as Jack had said, male pregnancies were difficult. This was the last thing they both needed. But Ianto really wanted to explain what he'd found out. The captain was probably just as confused as he was.

"I'm surprised you're still here," said Jack as he entered the office.

Ianto sighed. "Where else would I be, sir?"

"You tell me."

Ianto did look up then, puzzled. "I'm not sure I understand your meaning."

Jack pushed the door closed behind him and stood with his arms crossed in front of him. "I'd have thought you'd be at the baby's father's house, giving him the news."

Ianto's jaw dropped. "What in the world are you playing at, Jack?" he asked, putting down the pen he'd been using. "We had this conversation already, remember? I'm not seeing anyone else."

"We both know that's not true, considering the fact that we've not slept together since before your run in with the alien."

"Sixteen days," Ianto stated, realizing now the real reason why Jack had taken off earlier.

"Excuse me?"

"It's been sixteen days since we had sex."

Jack frowned. "Okay, yes. Then it's been sixteen days since we slept together, and your attack was after that."

"By a day, sir. I was bitten fifteen days ago."

Jack pushed away from the door and moved farther into the room, shoving his hands in his pockets. He looked hurt, but not angry. That was an improvement. "You're not making this any better, Ianto. Look, I told you I saw us in a relationship. I thought that's what you wanted as well. If not, that's fine."

Ianto groaned and rubbed his face. "Owen ran more tests on me today, after you left. He confirmed with a blood test that my hormone levels show a pronounced level of hCG. I'm definitely pregnant."

"I didn't doubt that."

"I wasn't finished," Ianto replied. The captain held up a hand and then gestured for him to continue. "When I told him I didn't understand how I could possibly be pregnant since we hadn't been intimate since before the incident, he asked me when the last time had been. I told him the night before. He explained to me that semen can live for several days after they've been released within a woman's body. If ovulation occurs within a certain timeframe the woman can still conceive. That's why a doctor will give the date of a woman's ovulation as the conception date, and not the date she provides as having had intercourse. Our situation is no different, with the exception of the alien factor."

Jack appeared to mull that over for a moment. "So what you're saying is just because we didn't have sex after you were bitten doesn't mean we didn't conceive this baby."

"Yes. The Raspotahn's saliva caused a reaction in my body that changed my chemical makeup, making it possible for me to ovulate and then to conceive." Ianto got to his feet, moving slowly toward Jack. He was still worried he'd take off again. "This is your child, Jack. Yours, and mine."

Jack let out a long sigh and drew Ianto closer, cupping his face in his hands and pressing a kiss to his lips. Ianto froze for a moment before finally letting himself melt into the embrace, wrapping his good arm loosely around Jack's waist as the kiss deepened. When they broke apart Ianto looked over Jack's shoulder, seeing Tosh and Gwen slowly making their way down and presumably out of the Hub.

"If you want to confirm it with Owen you might want to go now," said Ianto, nodding toward the departing figures of his teammates. "It looks like they're all leaving for the night."

Jack smiled and shook his head. "That's alright, Ianto. I believe you."

Ianto licked his lips. "Are you sure?"

"I'm sure."

Ianto nearly sagged in relief. He'd been so upset by Jack's reaction earlier that he'd not talked much to the others the rest of the day, preferring to isolate himself. Once Owen had confirmed the details of the conception Ianto had felt less confused, but no less worried. Even now, he was unsure how they would proceed. And he was more than a little hurt by Jack's insinuation.

"So…where do we go from here?" he asked.

Jack smirked. "Well, we know you can't get pregnant right now…"

Ianto raised an eyebrow. "You want to have sex."

"Don't you?"

Ianto huffed. "Not particularly. I feel slightly nauseous, I've a sprained arm that still gives me issues, and until a few minutes ago you were ready to believe I'd had a baby with another man."

Jack groaned, stepping away from Ianto and running a hand through his hair. "Look, Ianto, you have to understand how it looked. You were jittery about me sleeping around, and then suddenly you're pregnant when we hadn't even touched each other. It had all the signs of you feeling insecure because of your own indiscretions."

"Are you reading women's magazines, Jack?" Ianto put his hand on his hip. "I was not jittery!"

"Well I know that now."

"And as soon as you realized I was telling the truth you wanted to jump back into bed? How about a little time for me to recover from you accusing me of sleeping with someone else?"

Jack lifted his chin. "You accused me of cheating first."

"No, I didn't, actually," Ianto replied matter-of-factly. "I was under the impression we weren't in a relationship and that you were free to sleep with whomever you chose. You were the one who said we were a couple and that it was a non-issue."

"Oh, so you don't want to be a couple then, is that it?" Jack threw up his hands. "I don't even know what to think anymore, Ianto! What is it you want from me?"

"You know what, sir," said Ianto, emphasizing the honorific, "I haven't got a clue."

Grabbing his wallet, mobile, and keys awkwardly in his good hand Ianto headed for the door, brushing past Jack on his way out. He was halfway past the workstations when Jack cleared his throat. Ianto paused, unsure what the man was going to say.

"You can't drive, Ianto!"

Closing his eyes for a moment Ianto sighed. "Then I'll call for a cab."

"Don't be ridiculous. I'll take you home."

Turning to look at him, Ianto shook his head. "There's no need."

"I insist," said Jack, leaving his office and walking over to where he stood.

Ianto wanted to protest further but he was becoming lightheaded and his stomach was roiling. If he were honest with himself the idea of sitting in a taxi with a stranger wasn't an appealing one, seeing as he could potentially be sick at a moment's notice.

"Alright."

He let Jack take the keys from him and followed him through the Hub. They exited through the tourist office in silence. Ianto would have preferred the garage route as it was quicker, however they'd parked off the Plass that day instead, Jack having said that very morning that the cool air on their walk would do Ianto some good as he hadn't been feeling well when they'd arrived.

When they go to the car Jack opened the door for him, helping him with his seatbelt as he had for the last two weeks. Ianto frowned, not liking the feeling of being an invalid. He liked it even less when he and Jack weren't talking.

"Are you going to speak to me, or are we going to be silent for this whole trip?" the captain asked, turning the key in the ignition.

"I hadn't thought there was much to say," replied Ianto, turning to look out the window.

"I think there's a whole lot to say."

Ianto just hummed his reply. He didn't like fighting with Jack. In fact, he didn't like fighting with anyone. But this thing with Jack was especially difficult. They were coworkers, lovers, and now they were parents. How could they get through this pregnancy if they couldn't even be civil to each other?

"Ianto."

"Sir?"

"Look at me."

Ianto did, convincing himself it was better than looking out at the scenery they had yet to move away from. He met Jack's eyes, finding what looked like concern mixed with a small amount of fear.

"Ianto, we can't do this."

"We seem to be."

"We have to be able to talk to each other."

Ianto sighed. "Yeah?"

"Are you hungry?" Jack asked.

"Not really, no."

"I'm starving. Rooftops aren't great places to catch a bite to eat."

Ianto frowned. "You stood on a rooftop the entire day?"

"Nowhere else to go," replied Jack. "How 'bout we pick up some takeaway on the way back to your place? If you're not really hungry, that's fine. But you might get hungry later, and we can have a meal and talk."

Ianto nodded, figuring there was no use in arguing further. He turned to look back out the side window as Jack backed the car out of the space and then drove them out of the car park. As arranged, Jack stopped by for dinner on their way to the flat, picking up Chinese. The smell was enough to make Ianto want to vomit.

The moment Jack opened the door to Ianto's flat, in fact, Ianto did just that. Luckily he was able to make it to the toilet in time. He dropped his wallet and phone on the counter, threw open the lid of the toilet, and spent the next few minutes in misery.

"Do you need any help?" Jack asked from outside the bathroom.

Ianto groaned. "I'll be fine, thank you."

He heard Jack in the kitchen a moment later and he closed his eyes. He hated being sick. As a child he'd wanted his mother there with him, and she always was, whispering soothing words to him. After she'd died he'd done everything within his power to avoid it. If he could keep himself from being sick now he would, but apparently his body had other ideas.

After feeling reasonably sure his stomach would stay put for a bit, Ianto cleaned up and made his way into the lounge. He found Jack sitting on his couch with his hands in his lap. The food was nowhere to be seen.

"What happened to you starving?" he asked, standing beside the sofa.

Jack smiled up at him. "I'm pretty sure the smell made you sick. I'll wait. Food's in the fridge, so it's not going anywhere. Come, sit."

Ianto hesitated a moment and Jack patted the seat beside him. Begrudgingly, Ianto made his way across the front of the couch and sat beside Jack, leaving a space between them.

"I'm sorry I thought the worst of you today," Jack told him, turning so they were facing each other. "I saw the scan and I didn't know what to think."

Ianto nodded, not sure he trusted himself to speak. The thought that Jack had believed he would go out and sleep with someone else, especially after they'd just talked about it, had hurt pretty deeply.

"Can you forgive me?"

Ianto looked down at the floor. "If we're going to do this," he said, speaking carefully, "I need to know you're going to trust me."

"I do, Ianto. Do you trust me?"

Ianto met Jack's eyes again. "I always have. I just wasn't sure how much I was allowed to expect."

Jack's face fell. "I'm sorry I didn't make it more clear before all of this happened."

"I suppose I could have asked."

"We need to work on our communication," Jack said, laughing softly. He sobered a moment later, reaching for Ianto's hand. "Look, I want you to know I'm in this for the long haul. I'm not going to let you raise this child on your own."

Ianto's eyes widened. "Raise this child?" he asked, shaking his head. "Jack, I've no intention of keeping this baby."

Jack let go of his hand. "What are you talking about?"

Ianto placed his hand on his stomach. "I was going to take a day or so to go over my options and then talk to Owen again."

"You're thinking of abortion?"

"It's an option," Ianto replied.

Jack got up from the couch, turning to face him. "Ianto…"

"The other option is giving the baby up when it's born," Ianto continued. "But I haven't even talked to Owen about how a delivery would work."

Jack was silent for a moment, just watching him. "You don't want the baby."

"Jack, we can't have a baby at Torchwood."

"We could if you wanted to."

"It's too dangerous."

"You could stay at the Hub, Ianto," said Jack. "You don't have to go out into the field."

"No, Jack."

"So your mind is made up."

Ianto swallowed, not understanding why they were so far apart on this. "I don't want to be a father, Jack."

Jack's mouth opened as if he was going to reply, but then he shut it again, sitting back down. It was several awkward moments before he spoke. "I'm sorry you feel that way. I think you'd make a great father."

"Are you going to be okay with this?"

"It's not my decision, Ianto. And you've already thought this through."

Ianto nodded, suddenly not feeling as certain as he had when he'd come to the conclusion that morning that a baby was not where his life was heading. Could he really be someone's father? Was he ready to change his life so completely? He knew it wasn't fair to a child to be raised by someone who wasn't one hundred percent ready and willing.

"I'm sorry, Jack."