[Torchwood] "Cell Division" (PG-13)
Author's Note: Written for Part of the "Never Doing That Again?" series.
Jack rarely slept more than three hours a night, but since the start of his pregnancy, he had started to sleep longer; perhaps having Ianto close to him at night helped him to feel more at ease in staying put. But even still he tended to wake before his lover, partly from sheer restlessness, partly because of his condition.
He sat up beside Ianto, turning to watch the younger man as he lay sleeping, hair tousled with sleep and with his mouth slightly slack. The father of his unborn child. The father of the second child he had ever carried.
He was at the point where he should be starting to feel the child start to stir within him, but he swore he had been feeling it growing within him all along. Cells dividing, organs developing. A clump of cells unfurling into a new human being, half with his genetic heritage, half with Ianto's. And this time, while it had come as a surprise, he could not be happier to have this happen with the soft-spoken fellow. Of all the hundreds of dancing partners Jack had had over the ages, Ianto was the one he felt the most at home with, and now that they were in the process of making a family, he felt that feeling, of home and contentment, grow within his heart, alongside the child beneath it.
He settled back down on the pillow beside Ianto and he had just started to turn onto his side to lay an arm over his lover and the father of his child, when he felt something turn over in his belly. Someone had just said hello...
Jack rarely slept more than three hours a night, but since the start of his pregnancy, he had started to sleep longer; perhaps having Ianto close to him at night helped him to feel more at ease in staying put. But even still he tended to wake before his lover, partly from sheer restlessness, partly because of his condition.
He sat up beside Ianto, turning to watch the younger man as he lay sleeping, hair tousled with sleep and with his mouth slightly slack. The father of his unborn child. The father of the second child he had ever carried.
He was at the point where he should be starting to feel the child start to stir within him, but he swore he had been feeling it growing within him all along. Cells dividing, organs developing. A clump of cells unfurling into a new human being, half with his genetic heritage, half with Ianto's. And this time, while it had come as a surprise, he could not be happier to have this happen with the soft-spoken fellow. Of all the hundreds of dancing partners Jack had had over the ages, Ianto was the one he felt the most at home with, and now that they were in the process of making a family, he felt that feeling, of home and contentment, grow within his heart, alongside the child beneath it.
He settled back down on the pillow beside Ianto and he had just started to turn onto his side to lay an arm over his lover and the father of his child, when he felt something turn over in his belly. Someone had just said hello...