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Ianto saw his chance two days later when he found Jack going through old pictures in the "To be in Album" box. A box of all the random shots Ianto was going to album together one day.

"Jack?"

"Look at this one" Jack grinned as he held up a picture of SJ, "Remember when his little ear was folded over from sleeping on it?"

"Jack, I need to speak with Martha and I want you there" Ianto said calmly.

"Oh, OK" Jack was sifting through pictures and came across one of a heavily pregnant Ianto, asleep in their bed.

"Are you listening to me?" Ianto frowned.

"You were so beautiful in the last trimester" Jack smiled. "Remember how hot you got? I fanned you like a slave?"

Despite his intention, Ianto found himself sitting and taking the shot from Jack's fingertips.

"I forgot how huge I got" he mused.

"Fuckable!" Jack crowed as he snatched it back, "So gorgeous and wanton. Oh, I never wanted to leave the bed."

"Charming!" Ianto laughed and Jack leered.

"What do you have there?" CJ asked as he entered, followed by a still angry Tarn.

Jack handed the pic to CJ who lit up.

"Look Tarn. Taddy with the twins on board" he turned and handed it to Tarn who gaped at the picture.

Ianto was naked, just the top red silk sheet covering his modesty as he lay in repose. He face turned away and his arms thrown out. His stomach was huge. Ianto's skin seemed to glow and he looked like a Rubens painting.

"Wow" Tarn ogled, "Look at the size of the bubbies. You must have been so tired."

"I was" Ianto sighed.

"But CJ was just the one baby" Tarn pointed out, "Another baby would not be like that, yeah? It was because you were carrying two that it was harder."

Ianto hummed his agreement and Jack went still.

"Did you know that it was two?" Tarn was asking and CJ answered, telling of the births.

Jack slowly turned his head to look at his husband who was looking at another picture. It was one of Jack holding CJ on the day he was born. He looked up with his face full of love and saw Jack's stare.

"Cariad?"

"You're pregnant" Jack started. "You …. You are. Aren't you. Tarn knows, that's why you both panicked."

"Daddy! Don't be so silly" CJ scoffed, "If Tarn knew that, he would have told me already."

Tarn raised an eyebrow and Ianto huffed.

"Martha?" Ianto prodded, "Now?"

"You are. Aren't you!" Jack was demanding now, sliding to the edge of the sofa.

"I … I'm not sure. I don't know for sure" Ianto stammered and Jack was off.

He yelled, roared and spat as he raged at Ianto for endangering their unborn child.

Then he deflated and looked at Ianto with horror.

Then he whooped and hollered as he leapt into the air and bounced around the room. Crowing at his sperm's wonderful mobility.

Then he fell to his knees and he was kissing Ianto, apologising, declaring his undying love, thanking him, cherishing him. Weeping as he touched the flat stomach and detecting a slight mound.

Another bout of leaping and pirouettes as he knew, he knew it was another baby.

Ianto turned to Tarn with a raised eyebrow, "First rule. Don't act like that when you knock up our son. They can dish it out, but not take it."

Tarn giggled and nodded.

CJ had finally caught on and he joined his father, holding hands as they danced around and hollered at each other.

Ianto and Tarn groaned in unison.

Ianto turned to Tarn and eyeballed him.

"Second rule. Don't forget the first rule."