Saturday was upon him before he'd realized it. The days had gone by much faster than expected, even being on bed rest. Owen had monitored him closely and confirmed his temperature seemed to be fine, his blood pressure was remaining normal, and since there hadn't been any further incidents with pain he was safe to get back on his feet. The doctor did insist he remain on the immunosuppressive drugs, however, for at least a week more, but he'd lowered the dose to once a day. If there were no more issues at the end of the coming week he'd consider taking Ianto off the drugs for a trial period.

Ianto would be happy to avoid the injections. He felt tethered to the Hub in a way he never had before, no matter how much time he spent there. Having to get injections at a set time every day meant that he was never free to take time away. Not that he took holidays.

Owen had told him before that his body was changing in ways that should accommodate the baby, and he hoped that meant that as time went on he'd have fewer problems. There was no one for him to turn to when it came to questions regarding the pregnancy. Owen and Jack only knew so much, and he couldn't really go online to a support group. They could only tell him what women should expect during pregnancy. His case was far too different.

Ianto rubbed his stomach as he stood in front of the mirror. He turned left, then right, frowning at his reflection. He was now up over five kilo, and was barely at the seven week mark of his pregnancy. He'd done a little research. He knew he shouldn't put on too much weight or it would be detrimental to his own health. And getting that weight back off would be extremely difficult.

His baby bump wasn't really showing yet. He knew it was there, but in clothing no one else would be able to tell. That didn't stop his clothes from being snug, however. He now only had three suits that would fit properly. As he dressed for their date at the museum his wardrobe mocked him.

Finally settling on a pair of loose-fitting dress trousers and a dark red, wool jumper, Ianto had just finished dressing when there was a knock at the door. Expecting Jack, he tugged the door open, saying, "I hope you don't mind I didn't wear a suit."

"Well actually, I think you look smashing."

Ianto blushed, finding his neighbor on his doorstep. "Megan, hello. I was expecting my…boss."

"The handsome bloke with the cool military coat?" she asked.

"That would be him."

"I see," she said, smiling. "Well, I just stopped by to give this invitation to you."

Ianto took the envelope she was holding out to him. "Invitation?"

"My folks are hosting a party for the building," she explained, smile widening. "They were hoping you could go. It's next Saturday. Nothing too big, just a get together over some drinks and food. You know the sort."

"That's very kind of them, but I'm afraid I'll likely be working."

Megan's face fell. "Oh. I suppose you do work a lot," she agreed. "But you did say you're going to see your boss tonight. Maybe you could ask for the evening off?"

Ianto gave her a smile. "If I tell him he's likely to want to go as well."

"I'm sure that would be fine," Megan replied, looking hopeful. "If you want to bring him along, that is."

Ianto was about to respond when the man in question came bounding up the stairs, a grin plastered to his face. "Well, hello there," he said, taking Megan's hand and kissing her knuckles. "I don't think we've been introduced. Captain Jack Harkness."

Megan blushed a bright pink, smiling shyly. "Megan Lewis," she said, slowly taking her hand back. "I-I live downstairs with my parents."

"Oh? Ianto didn't tell me he had such attractive neighbors."

Ianto rolled his eyes. "Sir, don't you think we should be going?"

"I should be going too," said Megan, backing slowly away. "They'll be expecting me back now. I hope we'll see you this next weekend, Ianto. And you too, Captain."

With that she practically flew down the stairs, her long black hair flowing behind her. Ianto raised an eyebrow as Jack watched her go. "Far too young for you, sir. She's only nineteen."

"Hey, that's legal!" Ianto glared and Jack stepped closer, pressing a kiss to the tip of his nose. "I'm joking. Now, what did she mean about next weekend?"

Ianto held up the envelope and slipped the card out. "It appears I am cordially invited to attend a dinner party at the Lewis residence. Saturday at eight."

"I see. And did you want to go?"

Ianto licked his lips. "To be honest I'm not sure, sir. I'm not really the partying type."

"Who else will be there?"

Slipping the card back into the envelope Ianto motioned for Jack to follow him into the flat. Jack closed the door behind them and Ianto led the way to the lounge. He dropped the envelope onto the table, picking up his wallet and mobile and sliding them into his back pockets.

"It's a party for the building, according to Megan. I told her I might have to work and she suggested I ask you for the time off. I informed her you'd probably want to go."

"Ah," said Jack with a chuckle. "That explains her parting words. It might be fun, Ianto."

Hands on hips, Ianto thought about it. "I don't really know many of my neighbors," he admitted. "It would be a chance to get to know them."

"Then it's settled. We'll pick up a bottle of wine as a gift, make our appearance, enjoy a bit of dinner and frivolity, then excuse ourselves. Nothing to it."

Ianto smiled. "That simple?"

"That simple."

"And when they want to know all about what we do for a living?"

Jack shrugged. "We'll give them the same answer we give everyone else. We're public servants. Now, are you ready to go?

"I am, yes."

Jack cupped his face in both hands and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. "You look amazing, by the way." He stroked a finger down the front of Ianto's jumper. "Love the color."

"I thought you might," Ianto replied. "It's also one of the few items of clothing that still fit."

Shaking his head, Jack leaned down to scoop up Ianto's keys. He handed them to the Welshman and then took his hand, leading him back out of the flat. Once Ianto had locked the door and turned back, Jack pressed him against the wood and snogged him senseless.

"W-what was that for?" Ianto asked, breathless as he looked around to see if anyone had noticed them.

"I don't care if your clothing doesn't fit, Ianto," Jack said, smirking. "You're always going to be sexy as hell, baby bump or not."

"Shhh!" Ianto reprimanded, ducking his head. "Unless you're planning to tell the whole building!"

Jack laughed, taking Ianto's hand again as they headed down the stairs. "Pretty sure the world isn't ready for that, yet," Jack said, voice lowered. "But that changes none of the sentiment."

"Yeah, yeah."

When they arrived at the museum Ianto smiled up at the mural on the side of the building. It was of a mummy's sarcophagus, and it announced the arrival of the Egyptian exhibit. He'd actually been looking quite forward to going, and was beyond pleased when Owen let him off bed rest in time. While he knew it would be in town for a couple months, he'd have been disappointed not to get to see it. There was always the possibility he'd have been stuck at home.

The captain had purchased their tickets ahead of time, so they were scanned in at the exhibit itself and led to a waiting room. There were screens on the walls to explain what they would be learning about that afternoon.

"I'm hoping this is good," Jack whispered, sitting down beside him.

"I'm sure it will be. Didn't you read up on it before you bought tickets?"

Jack shrugged. "Not really. I just figured it looked interesting."

They sat for a few minutes before they were called into another room. It resembled a small theater, and they were handed 3D glasses. Jack put his on immediately and Ianto laughed. They were made of paper and shaped like the eyes of Egyptian artists' work.

"Very dashing," Ianto told him, shaking his head.

The film began and it wasn't long before Ianto was enthralled. It was a look into a sealed sarcophagus, via a CT scan, and it showed everything from skin tissue to bone, and all that lay in between. The room was even able to tell what sex the mummy was, and there were many chuckles around them when the narrator made mention of it.

They left the theater amidst much chatter, and Jack slipped his arm around Ianto's waist. "Pretty cool stuff," he said simply.

"It absolutely was," Ianto agreed.

They were now in a room that held many Egyptian artifacts from the British Museum. They ranged from pottery to a replica of the Rosetta Stone, and at the end of the room lay Nesperennub himself. Ianto couldn't believe that everything he'd seen on the screen in the other room was actually within the sarcophagus in front of him. It was one of the reasons ancient Egypt fascinated him.

"Did you enjoy yourself?" Jack asked him later, as they were pulling into the car park of the restaurant where they planned to have dinner.

"I did, sir, thank you."

"Maybe we can look into more cultural things to do around here," said Jack. "Some of the places in those pamphlets you give out to tourists."

Ianto raised an eyebrow. "Somehow I can't picture you attending an art show with me."

"What?"

"Or a symphony," he added.

"Why not? I happen to like music, thank you very much."

"I don't think the City of Cardiff Symphony Orchestra plays what you'd like, sir."

"Well," Jack replied, looking smug, "there's the Glenn Miller Orchestra in Birmingham."

Ianto wrinkled his nose. "I was thinking something more classical."

"Okay," agreed Jack, parking the car. "We'll go to both."

Jack grinned and Ianto huffed, knowing there was no way he'd be able to get out of it now.

"Very well," he said.