[Torchwood] "New Life to Live" (PG-13)
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comment_fic's Torchwood, Jack/any, Jack never thought that he'd get pregnant again (mpreg) Jack/Ianto WARNING: Contains brief, tangential hint of abortion and the consideration thereof. Follow up to "This Again??"
"We don't have to go through with this, if you don't want to," Ianto said, as they lay together in Ianto's bed.
"I don't know: started thinkin' about this," Jack admitted, covering Ianto's hand with his.
"Thinking about it?" Ianto asked, clasping Jack's hand gently.
"I've had one family before, and I've had to keep a certain bit of distance from my daughter; have to pretend I'm her brother and her son's grandfather, so the poor kid doesn't start Asking Questions," Jack said. "But this is different: this is your son, and I know your mum wants a grandson."
Ianto pulled his hand away and sat up. "You don't mean to say you want to keep the child on my account."
Jack sat up beside him, looking him in the eye. "Being with you has been the closest thing to having a home and a partner right now: I don't want to set that aside or throw it away or take it away from you."
"You're really sure it's mine?" Ianto asked: the question was natural, but even still, felt strange considering what manner of human it was applied to. There was no judgment in it, just a simple request for clarification.
Jack nodded, smiling. "I haven't let another man come in to me in a while, so that leaves you as the only candidate."
Ianto looked away, into the shadows in the corners of the room. "It's just so sudden: Lucy and I talked about having a family someday." He stopped, leaving unspoken that it was something that he'd no longer thought possible.
Jack must have divined his thought. He reached out and gently took Ianto's hand, gently placing it on his belly. still flat this early in the pregnancy, though his chest didn't look quite as masculine as it usually did. "Looks like you got a second chance."
Ianto let his hand rest on his lover's body. "We'll have to give up the late night weevil hunts, and you'll have to give up the field work," he noted. "But how are we going to raise the child, once it's born."
"We've got nine months to figure everything out," Jack said.
"What are we going to tell my sister? She...suspects something's up, that I've found someone."
"Just tell her that you and your feller found a surrogate to carry a child for us. The greatcoat'll hide any tell-tale bumps for a few months. But Owen's probably gonna put me on bed rest soon."
"Probably as revenge for all the times you've throttled him," Ianto noted, dryly.
"That's the one thing I hated the most about it, that first time, that and getting kicked in the ribs at three in the morning," Jack said, rolling his eyes.
"As well as abstaining from liquor."
"That was a plus, oddly enough: my sense of smell went through the roof during that time, and I couldn't stand the scent."
Ianto snerked at this, then quickly grew serious. "We have a lot to prepare for."
Jack laid back on the pillows, gently pulling Ianto down beside him. "Come on, let's sleep on it, love: we don't have to figure everything out tomorrow."
comment_fic's Torchwood, Jack/any, Jack never thought that he'd get pregnant again (mpreg) Jack/Ianto WARNING: Contains brief, tangential hint of abortion and the consideration thereof. Follow up to "This Again??""We don't have to go through with this, if you don't want to," Ianto said, as they lay together in Ianto's bed.
"I don't know: started thinkin' about this," Jack admitted, covering Ianto's hand with his.
"Thinking about it?" Ianto asked, clasping Jack's hand gently.
"I've had one family before, and I've had to keep a certain bit of distance from my daughter; have to pretend I'm her brother and her son's grandfather, so the poor kid doesn't start Asking Questions," Jack said. "But this is different: this is your son, and I know your mum wants a grandson."
Ianto pulled his hand away and sat up. "You don't mean to say you want to keep the child on my account."
Jack sat up beside him, looking him in the eye. "Being with you has been the closest thing to having a home and a partner right now: I don't want to set that aside or throw it away or take it away from you."
"You're really sure it's mine?" Ianto asked: the question was natural, but even still, felt strange considering what manner of human it was applied to. There was no judgment in it, just a simple request for clarification.
Jack nodded, smiling. "I haven't let another man come in to me in a while, so that leaves you as the only candidate."
Ianto looked away, into the shadows in the corners of the room. "It's just so sudden: Lucy and I talked about having a family someday." He stopped, leaving unspoken that it was something that he'd no longer thought possible.
Jack must have divined his thought. He reached out and gently took Ianto's hand, gently placing it on his belly. still flat this early in the pregnancy, though his chest didn't look quite as masculine as it usually did. "Looks like you got a second chance."
Ianto let his hand rest on his lover's body. "We'll have to give up the late night weevil hunts, and you'll have to give up the field work," he noted. "But how are we going to raise the child, once it's born."
"We've got nine months to figure everything out," Jack said.
"What are we going to tell my sister? She...suspects something's up, that I've found someone."
"Just tell her that you and your feller found a surrogate to carry a child for us. The greatcoat'll hide any tell-tale bumps for a few months. But Owen's probably gonna put me on bed rest soon."
"Probably as revenge for all the times you've throttled him," Ianto noted, dryly.
"That's the one thing I hated the most about it, that first time, that and getting kicked in the ribs at three in the morning," Jack said, rolling his eyes.
"As well as abstaining from liquor."
"That was a plus, oddly enough: my sense of smell went through the roof during that time, and I couldn't stand the scent."
Ianto snerked at this, then quickly grew serious. "We have a lot to prepare for."
Jack laid back on the pillows, gently pulling Ianto down beside him. "Come on, let's sleep on it, love: we don't have to figure everything out tomorrow."
