Parings/characters: Jack/Ianto, Owen, Toshiko, Gwen, Rhys ... others
Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood or any of the characters ... unfortunately, just borrowing them for a while.
Summary: When Ianto is sent a request that he, according to his fathers cannot be turned down he has no idea of how much his life is going to change.
Warnings: Slash, fluff, romance, angst, humour, AU, MPREG
Spoilers: Anything is fair game
Rating: NC17 for series
Previous chapters: http://missthingsplace.dreamwidth.org/449741.html
A/N: I cannot get the cut to work, i am very sorry ... i have tried doing it on Chrome and IE and it won't behave, if anyone has any ideas on how to fix they will be most appreciated! “Jack, Jack are you awake?” Ianto whispered softly into the ear of his Betrothed.
“Mmmm,” Jack mumbled, eyes fluttering open and looking at Ianto for a few moments before a smile crossed his lips. “I did it, didn't I?”
“You did, gave us bit of a scare by going into labour in the meadow but we have two healthy children,” Ianto grinned back. “how the pain?”
“Sore, hurts less than I thought it would,” Jack answered.
“You have the Doctor to thank for that, some kind of concoction he came up with for the pain,” Ianto explained. “so, would you like to meet your son and daughter?”
“Where are they?” He asked, lifting his head up from the pillow and trying to look around the room.
“They are in their crib, here, let me help you sit up and I will get them,” Ianto said, easing the older man into a sitting position and being careful not to cause him pain before piling plump pillows behind him. “Ready?”
“Of course,” Ianto grinned and left his side, moving to the crib at the foot of the bed and lifted their son out first, carefully wrapping him in a soft blue blanket. He held him tight while carrying him towards his other father and then lay him in the Prince's arms. “Jack, meet your son.”
“He's so handsome, he has your button nose,” Jack smiled, kissing the infant and watching him with awe while Ianto returned to the crib to get their sons twin sister.
“And here is your daughter, a baby queen in waiting,” Ianto said, carefully climbing onto the bed beside his lover with her in his arms to sit beside him. “She has your eyes.”
“They are both gorgeous,” Jack said, a tear of happiness finding its way down his cheek. “I can hardly believe that I gave birth to them.”
“I can promise you that you did,” Ianto chuckled, leaning over to give the other man a kiss on the cheek. “and it won't belong before they are demanding a feed, the kitchen will send someone up with the special feeding bags shortly ready for them.”
“How often do they need feeding?” Jack asked, looking down and the contentedly sleeping infant in his arms.
“Around every four hours, give or take so the kitchens send up their feeds every three and a half hours or so with a bowl of hot water to warm them if they begin to chill,” Ianto explained and as if on time there was a knock on the door.
“Come in,” Ianto called out and they both smiled when Rhys entered the room carrying the babies next feeds.
“I thought I should come and introduce myself to the newest members of the Royal household,” Rhys said, setting the contents of his hands down on a nearby surface. “if that is okay with you?”
“Of course,” Jack told him and Rhys moved closer to the bed so he could admire the infants.
“Do you have names yet? We are still calling them baby girl and baby boy downstairs, it would be good to have a name to use for them,” Rhys asked.
“We will let the Queen know later today and she will announce it to all,” Ianto told him. “it won't be for much longer.”
“Then I should get back to the kitchens,” Rhys said with a smile. “and tell everyone how gorgeous the babies are.”
“Thank you Rhys,” Jack said, the little boy in his arms beginning to stir and then to Ianto. “I think he's getting hungry.”
“This little one two,” Ianto answered, taking note of her brothers actions and following suit.
Ianto lay the tiny baby on the bed next to the Prince and fetched the two feeding bags. He handed one to Jack and then lifted the little girl off the bed and made himself comfortable, showing the Prince how to feed the babies.
Neither of them said a word the whole time the twin fed, both fathers watching them intently until their feeding bags were drained and then Ianto showed his Betrothed how to bring up their wind, which Jack seemed to be a natural at.
“This one is making a rather nasty … aroma,” Jack said in a whisper as if not to upset the infant concerned.
“His nappy needs changing,” Ianto laughed. “I'll do it, you shouldn't be moving around too much yet.”
“Isn't that job for the servants?” The Prince asked, wrinkling his nose.
“It could be, but they are our children and responsibility,” Ianto answered. “I don't want my children to be brought up by servants and nanny's, it is our job as their parents.”
“Okay, you'll get no argument from me,” Jack agreed, holding the baby girl while Ianto set to the task of changing the cloth that formed the nappy on the other baby and watching how the younger man cleaned and expertly placed another nappy on him after placing the soiled nappy in a lidded hamper near the foot of the bed.
“They will take it away when they return shortly for the empty feeding bags,” Ianto told Jack. “now, the Queen will be paying us a visit in the not to distance future for their names.”
“I hope she loves their names as much as we do,” the Prince smiled, letting Ianto taking the now sleeping little girl and laying her in the crib next to her brother.
“I'm sure she will,” Ianto told him, climbed onto the bed next to him and kissed him soundly. “I love you.”
“I know, and I love you more than I could have ever imagined,” Jack grinned. “despite our rocky start I now believe we were made for each other.”
“I can't believe I was so against this marriage,” Ianto grinned back. “and now I wouldn't change my life for the world.”
“Good!” Jack stated and kissed him softly. “Did the Doctor say how long it would be before we could be with each other again?”
“Sex? You are craving sex already?” Ianto asked, laughing loudly and Jack nodded. “Okay, he said that you should wait a couple of weeks at least, you will be in too much pain until then.”
“Two weeks? Bloody hell? I don't know if I can wait that long!” Jack pouted.
“It will fly by, you will see,” Ianto smiled. “and there is nothing to stop us kissing.”
“Very true,” Jack said, his pout turning into a grin. “so, what are you waiting for?”
And with that Ianto's lips met the Princes and they lot themselves in a very long kiss until they were disturbed by a knock at the door followed by it opening little more than a few inches and Donna's face appearing in view.
“Can I come in?” She asked politely.
“Of course, we were only relaxing while the babies are asleep again,” Ianto informed her.
“You have met your children at last then Jack?” The Queen said, clapping her hands with glee.
“They are my miracle,” Jack grinned.
“And their names? Do we get to know their names now?” Donna asked.
“Only of you promise to keep it a secret from the rest of Utopia until the naming ceremony?” Ianto asked her.
“Of course,” Donna smiled, turning into a wide grin then she knew.