-Four Months Later-

Jack didn't find it fair as he watched the Doctor moving as nimbly as ever around the medi-bay. While both of them had gained weight for their pregnancies, they both also wore the weight differently. Even though the Doctor was the one who would be the first and the loudest when complaining about his weight gain, all of his weight was in his stomach. The rest of his body remained as lithe as ever while Jack had gained weight all over. He had gone up three trouser sizes in the last few months while the Doctor had only needed larger shirts as he wore his trousers low.

Jack also had the more active daughter that kicked him almost non-stop while he tried to sleep. Jack was proud that his daughter was already training to be a fighter, but he didn't understand why she felt the need to practice on his bladder at two in the morning. The Doctor didn't seem to mind so much when he was kept awake at night by the baby's movements. He was happy that she wanted to run and couldn't wait to be able to run with her. As his daughter made it hard for him to sleep, he would often lay his hand on Jack's stomach, feeling both babies move with a sense of wonderment. It was hard for Jack not to stare at the Doctor as his lover laid there in awe of the two little ones growing in their stomachs.

Jack had been equally unhappy to find out that a typical Time Lord pregnancy was around eleven months rather than the nine to ten months he expected. He secretly hoped that the baby would be born around a human time frame, but only as long as she was healthy. He would never forgive himself if she was born early and then had life long medical problems because of it. Laying his hand on his stomach, he leaned back in the chair as she started to move.

"I still don't understand why you don't want to pick out names yet. We have three months left until they are born and they are going to need names," Jack told the Doctor as he watched him work. After their hips had finished healing, they had gone out to buy the items necessary for the infants. They had a full nursery set up on the TARDIS as well as a cot for both babies in both their room on the TARDIS as well as Jack's office in Torchwood. Thanks to their shopping as well as gifts from Martha and Gwen they had everything they needed to welcome the babies into the universe, except for names.

"I told you, Jack. Once they are born we will pick out their names. How are we suppose to name them if we don't know who they are?" The Doctor wondered as he looked at Jack.

"We both know that name will only carry them so far in the universe Doc. I haven't used my real name since I joined the Time Agency," Jack informed him. The Doctor turned back to the monitor.

"I was eight the last time my name was spoken," The Doctor replied. He paused as he remembered standing in front of the untempered schism and his name being taken from him as he was initiated into the Academy. It was on that day he became known as Theta and swore that his name would never be spoken out loud again until his final death. He pushed the monitor aside as he sat down on the bed. "I chose the name Doctor when I left the academy. With the academy gone they may very well follow the earth tradition and keep the same name for their entire lives."

"With us as their fathers, I doubt it," Jack laughed. The Doctor's eyes narrowed in confusion.

"Then why is it so important to have a name ready?" The Doctor wondered.

"Becuase I want to know that we are prepared as possible for their arrival in case something happens to one of us or if they come early," Jack explained. The Doctor nodded slowly. While it was a valid reason he still didn't want to name his daughter early. That didn't mean he didn't speak to her or try to see if she had any telepathic abilities, she didn't at least not yet, but he called her little one or love rather than an actual name.

"We can still think about names, but we shouldn't decide on one until after they are born," The Doctor gave in seeing how important it was to Jack. Jack smiled at him. "We can discuss the names tonight as Martha will be here soon with Tish so that I can test her arm."

"And you have an appointment with Martha as well," Jack reminded the Doctor. The Doctor made a face at him. His pregnancy had been declared more high risk than Jack's and he was being poked by Martha on an almost weekly basis. He had whined to Jack that Martha was punishing him for fighting her in the first trimester and begged Jack to make Martha stop. Jack didn't give in though as he worried about his lover.

"I know," The Doctor sighed. He really didn't want to get poked by Martha, but he couldn't run fast enough anymore to escape her. Thanks to his pregnancy he now had a slight waddle to his step, that made running almost impossible. Plus according to Martha, he shouldn't be running in the first place. "Where is Martha?"

Jack shrugged looking for a clock. Finding it he saw that Martha was already almost an hour late. He would give her another half an hour before calling and making sure she was alright. While it was unlike Martha to be late, there were numerous reasons she could be running behind. He didn't need the half an hour though as about ten minutes later Martha came into the medi-bay with Tish in tow.

"Sorry were late. Traffic was backed up all the way out of Cardiff," Martha explained.

"Did the news say why?" Jack wondered as he made his way to his feet to give her a hug.

"Not that I caught. The radio was breaking up and I only caught the words Bad Wolf."