Jack woke up to the gentle stroking of his hair back from his forehead. He opened his eyes slightly to see the Doctor sitting on the edge of the bed. His brow was furrowed in concern as he watched his lover sleep. Seeing that Jack's eyes were opened, the Doctor leaned down kissing him softly on the lips. Jack reciprocated, keeping the kiss just as gentle.
"How are you feeling?" The Doctor wondered when he finally broke the kiss.
"Tired," Jack answered as he pulled his pillow close to his body again.
"I would think so. It is almost one in the afternoon, earth time," The Doctor clarified making Jack chuckle. Then realizing what the Doctor said, he started to sit up. The Doctor placed a hand on his chest to stop him.
"I have to go to work," Jack informed him. The Doctor tutted.
"You were up most of the night sick. You can stay in bed today. I even brought you soup and coffee." The Doctor sounded proud of himself as he reached to the table beside Jack's place and handed him a steaming cup of coffee.
"I need to sit up to drink it," Jack told him. The Doctor moved his hand letting Jack sit up in the bed. Jack took the coffee taking a mouthful of it. He tensed, expecting the coffee to upset his stomach again. Relief filled him when it didn't and he happily took another drink. The Doctor placed a table across his lap, sitting down a bowl with a thick potato with sausage and cheddar soup in front of him. Jack took a bite. "You're not going to eat?" He wondered as the Doctor just watched him. The Doctor shook his head no.
"I ate while you were sleeping," The Doctor informed him. "I also called Martha and she is going to find a surgical team to help with Tish's arm."
"So you decided to go ahead with the surgery?" Jack questioned happily.
"Yeah," The Doctor answered rubbing the back of his neck. He looked Jack straight in the eyes as he changed the subject. "Jack are you going to leave me if the babies look like him?" Jack hung his head.
"I didn't care about him the way you did Doc. I see these children as ones that were conceived due to extreme acts of hate. I don't know if I can look at the child and see him every day for the rest of their lives. I love you, but I don't know if I can love this child," Jack admitted.
"I love you too, Jack." The words were slow as the Doctor took a couple of breaths as he said them, with his eyes closed. They both sat in silence a moment as he opened his eyes once more. Jack was still sitting in front of him and the universe hadn't ended. The Doctor dared to breathe normally again. "I love you too and I am tired of being alone. I want to raise our babies together and as soon as I can we will find out the genders."
"And if they are both boys?" Jack wondered.
"We will figure it out, together," The Doctor informed him. It was hard for him to be so open and honest with his emotions, but it was what Jack needed. Hiding how he felt wasn't going to help their relationship any.
"What did you look like as a child?" Jack questioned as he thought about the possibility again he could be having a boy. He was no longer hungry and just stirred the soup continuously as they talked.
"It doesn't matter. That man is long baby will have the DNA characteristics of my current regeneration," The Doctor told him. "If it takes after me, it could have brown hair and brown eyes."
"I wouldn't be upset if the baby looked like you or me. When I was a child I was the poster boy for the Boshane Pennisula. The face of Boe they called me." The Doctor bursting out into laughter was the last reaction Jack had expected from him.
"No, no, Definitely not," The Doctor laughed.
"What you don't think I am attractive enough. I mean I am getting older and I find the occasional gray hair but I'm not bad looking am I?" Jack pouted. His reply was the Doctor pushing his lips firmly against Jack's as he continued to chuckle. Jack didn't understand why it was so funny and the Doctor wasn't about to tell him of the giant head that he had met in New New York. It concerned him a little that Jack would one day just be a head in a giant jar. That was a concern for another day, though. Jack moved his tray out of the way as their kissing became more intense. He leaned back, taking the Doctor with him. The Doctor didn't kiss him long as he sat back up and pulled the table back.
"Eat," The Doctor told him. Jack picked up the spoon again taking a bite. He picked up a spoonful offering it to the Doctor. The Doctor sighed, leaned forward and took a bite. Jack finished off what was on the spoon. The Doctor stood leaving the room and Jack watched him. He couldn't help but wonder still why it was so funny that he had been known as the face of Boe. That thought was quickly overtaken by the realization that the Doctor had said the three little words that Jack had longed to hear. He thought of going after the Doctor but a moment later he returned with a cup of tea and a second bowl of soup. Sitting down next to Jack, he started on his own meal.
"Why is it so funny I was called the face of Boe?" Jack questioned.
"You'll find out one day. Now eat," The Doctor replied as he snickered. Even more confused Jack took another bite. At least the soup was good, he just hoped it stayed down.