"Oooh! Nice!"
"What is?" Ianto asked, confused.
"You, sexy," Jack grinned.
"Me? On what planet?" Ianto scoffed, looking down at himself and seeing nothing particularly appealing about his boxers and singlet.
"Any planet you're on," Jack purred, pulling Ianto down to him as he got into bed.
Ianto shook his head, still unable to believe it. "This has got to be some hormone thing. Pregnancy makes you even randier than usual? I'm not sure I'm going to survive another 6 months of it!"
"I think it's just that you don't show off those biceps and pecs enough," Jack murmured, his lips brushing against Ianto's as he spoke, his hands brushing the muscles he so admired. "My sexy husband walks into the bedroom looking like that… how else am I going to react?"
"Certainly not like it's something you've seen before," Ianto smirked.
Jack shook his head and continued kissing Ianto. "Want you," Jack said between kisses.
"Oh, alright, yeah," Ianto sighed. "But don't go thinking I'm going to be keeping you up the duff just 'cause I get all the benefit of it!"
"Never crossed my mind… big boy," Jack promised with a grin.
"You are incorrigible!" Ianto snickered, leaning in for a kiss.
"Uh huh," Jack mumbled, his eyes rolling back as Ianto's hand wandered south.
"Morning," Ianto said, kissing Jack's forehead softly.
"Hi," Jack said, yawning.
"Martha will be round in an hour, figured you might want to be awake," Ianto grinned. "I further figured I'd do us all a breakfast after. Toast, bacon, eggs?"
"Eggs?" Jack said, looking ill and shaking his head.
"Why not? You've always… oh… you're getting aversions now."
"I can't even stand the thought of the things," Jack said, covering his eyes.
"Right. I'll keep that in mind. How about those alien bananas, then?"
"Yeah, that would be better," Jack nodded. "Actually, those with an Andromedaen custard would be really good…."
"Just gone out of Andromedaen custards," Ianto said dryly.
"I could just pop out for some…," Jack suggested, shaking his left wrist.
"No."
Jack pouted.
"No."
"You aren't allowed to say no to a pregnant man!"
"No."
"Please?"
"No."
"You're worse than the Doctor."
"That may be the highest compliment you've ever paid me," Ianto grinned. "Although, that sexy husband bit last night was a close second. Run your shower?"
"Ok. Thanks."
"And no 'popping off' either, spaceman! You can come in here with me and brush your teeth like a good lad."
"You're going to be a hell of a dad," Jack grumbled, getting out of bed.
Ianto stopped, looking a bit dazed. "Do you really think so, though?"
Jack shook his head. "I know so," he said, wrapping Ianto in a hug.
Ianto was fairly sure they looked ridiculous. A man in his 3-months-pregnant husband's dressing gown and said 3-months-pregnant husband stark bullock naked. He knew without a doubt that he wouldn't change it for the world.
"So… Ianto. I was just discussing with Jack the possibility of the two of you stopping for a visit in London in the next few weeks."
"Oh?" Ianto looked up from setting the breakfast table.
"Martha says she has some advanced tech – almost as good as our old stuff. We could find out if it's a boy or a girl. That is… if you want to know yet," Jack said, wrapping his arms around Ianto's waist.
Ianto stopped to think for a moment. "I don't know. I think I want to give it some thought. Wanting to know, I mean. Part of me does – would make planning a lot easier. But… I don't know. You don't get too many surprises like that one, do you?"
Martha smiled. "Nope, you don't. There's no rush, guys, take all the time you want. I just figured it might be better not to bring the equipment out here on personal calls. And either way, the invitation stands. We'd love to have you for a weekend, any time."
"That, I think I can say, we will definitely accept," Ianto said. "And the same goes for you and Mickey. Any time. Just give us a ring."
"You got it. Breakfast looks brilliant, Ianto. You didn't have to do all this."
"As long as Jack's eating for two, I might as well. Besides, old habits…."
"Told you I have to keep him around for something," Jack shrugged.
"Quiet, you. What's the report, Martha?"
"Healthy as a…. An ox," Martha said, heading off the innuendo she could already see forming in Jack's mind.
Jack couldn't help grinning.
"Probably ought to put him on half-caffeine though."
"Since when?" Jack protested. "You didn't say anything about that!"
"You on half-caff is for Ianto's health, Jack."
Jack rolled his eyes and Ianto laughed and leaned over to whisper something to Martha that caused them to share a snicker. Jack just sat pouting across the table.
"I would also say Jack is under the care of a very good husband," Martha added.
Jack's pout softened into a smile. "No argument there. Best in the universe from where I'm sitting."
"You should see it from where I'm sitting," Ianto winked.
"Actually, I'm not sure he hasn't," Martha said.
"You're right, I'm fairly sure he has," Ianto laughed.
Jack's pout returned full force.
"So, have you thought any more about it?" Jack asked as they settled in that night.
"Knowing the sex, you mean?"
"Yeah."
"Not sure I do. I mean, it really won't matter either way. I think I'd kinda like the surprise. What do you think?"
"I think that might be the only time I've ever heard you say that," Jack grinned.
"I know, but this will be a nice surprise, no matter what."
"You're right about that," Jack said, pulling him into a hug.
"And you still didn't tell me what you think."
Jack winced.
"What? You do want to know?"
Jack shook his head. "No… I mean…." His wince turned into a grimace and he took a few deep breaths. "Damn, that hurts."
"What does?"
"Just a cramp," Jack groaned.
Ianto frowned. "I wish it didn't hurt you. Can I help?"
Jack smiled at Ianto through the pain. "Hey, it's gonna be worth it. Give me your hand and I'll be fine."
Ianto held Jack's hand while gently brushing the fringe off his forehead and kissing it. "Love you."
"I love you, too," Jack said. "See? You made me feel better already."