Unit were puffing around the Hub like they owned the place, scoffing at their home. Ianto bit the inside of his mouth and smiled politely as another arsehole UNIT dickhead ducked with fear as Myfanwy flew overhead.
The one who had pulled a gun was still unconscious in the med-bay and Owen had been unable to help much for the howls of laughter incapacitating him.
Ianto, heavily pregnant yet still able to beat the living tar out of a soldier. A UNIT soldier no less, for taking a pot-shot at his giant bat.
Ianto delivered the tray of refreshments and sat heavily in his chair with a grunt of relief. Man, his feet were killing him today.
John was keeping busy in the main hub, but was really watching Ianto, feeing the tail end of his pregnancy and tired. He wondered if Ianto would rest for him, then looked at Jack and saw a frown that mirrored his own.
Ianto's hair flowed free across his shoulders, a blue/silver cascade of waves. His pale skin had a pink tint to it, high colour showing he was hot. The shirt was loose fitting and not tucked into the black elastic wasted pants.
He looked beautiful.
John smiled and remembered the night's coupling with the three of them. Ianto's breathy moans of desire as he's tasted him while Jack kissed Ianto and stoked John's face. Finally a family, a home.
He looked up and met the gaze of the woman present, some UNIT specialist in the latest piece of shite they wanted Torchwood to examine, confirm, explain then dispose of.
"Are you OK?" she finally asked Ianto softly as the two men beside them continued to argue the merits of a space dump.
"Yeah, just two months to go but this is better than the last one. He nearly killed me the little bugger" Ianto smiled then offered creamer.
"Pardon?" She gasped.
"The baby. Better than my first child" Ianto tipped his head and frowned at her.
"Oh my God, you're pregnant" She rose out of her chair.
"You're an alien. An alien right here in this room!" she pointed her finger at Ianto.
"Oi! Ianto was born here in Wales, comes from good Welsh stock. His unusual breeding does not make him an alien! Just like me coming from the 51st century and born off world does not make me any less human young lady!" Jack roared.
The whole room exploded into a shouting match and Ianto sighed as his feet complained again.
With a tired sigh he raised his weapon towards the ceiling and let off a round.
Everyone but Jack and John hit the ground.
Right! Who wants bloody creamer!" Ianto sighed waving the jug once more.
"You're all bloody nuts!" a young lieutenant scoffed.
"No. Only him" Ianto explained patiently pointing at John who was looking up trying to see where the bullet had gone.