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Chapter 1
Jack glanced down at his son who was making funny gurgling noises from his play mat. Ianto was out getting some food for them, leaving the older Time Agent alone with Dominic.
In the two months that had passed since Tosh and Owen's deaths, he had gotten so big. He had quickly outgrown his Moses basket and had been moved into his own bedroom. Many times Jack had woken in the middle of the night and crept into his room, just to watch him sleep.
Ianto had only just started complaining about sleeping with the window open all night long and Jack had to admit that his annoyance was more than justifiable. Not only was it noisy on the street outside their apartment, but the nights were starting to get colder and if they kept the window open all the time, they risked Dominic getting sick.
His son's health was the most important thing to Jack so he had agreed to sleeping with the window closed. Although there were still times when he had to get up in the middle of the night to rid himself of the claustrophobic feeling that suffocated him.
The wind chime above the door jingled as Ianto entered the apartment, grumpily dropping the few bags of shopping he was carrying. "I swear," he muttered, kicking the door closed behind him and falling against it with a sigh of relief. "I hate shopping," he added, closing his eyes; he was just glad to be home.
Jack chuckled and got to his feet, leaving Dominic happily babbling with himself. "Hey," he greeted, stepping over the shopping bags, noting that a tin of peas had rolled across the hallway into their bedroom.
Ianto's eyes opened and he smiled when he spotted his lover standing close to him. "Hi," he replied, reaching out and pulling Jack closer.
Their lips met in a slow kiss and Jack ran his tongue over his lips before slipping it inside Ianto's mouth. Ianto groaned and slid his hands down Jack's back, cupping his arse and dragging him closer.
They were interrupted by Dominic, who decided he was fed up of being ignored by his parents and decided to make sure they still remembered he was there.
Jack pressed his forehead against Ianto's and chuckled wryly. "I think Mister Harkness-Jones doesn't like me stealing his tad's attention," he commented.
Ianto rolled his eyes and swatted Jack's back lightly, pushing the other man back a step. "It's me stealing your attention I think," he responded with a quirk of the eyebrow. "He's such a daddy's boy."
Jack laughed and shrugged his shoulders, not responding; it was true after all. "You go say hello and I'll put this stuff away," he nodded toward the shopping on the floor.
They parted with another kiss and Ianto headed over to his crying son. "Shh…" Ianto cooed, picking him up and bouncing him gently. "What's all this fuss about?"
He placed the dummy against Dominic's lips, urging him to take it. After a few rejected attempts, he finally managed to get the crying reduced and the dummy lodged in his mouth.
"See?" Ianto whispered, sitting down on the couch. He put his feet on the edge of the coffee table, resting Dominic against his raised thighs as he spoke to him. "That wasn't so bad, was it?" he asked, tracing little circles on Dominic's stomach with his index finger.
Jack grinned as he joined the both of them. Ianto had never been particularly good with children before, but seeing him interact with Dominic since he had been born made Jack realise that the twenty first century had changed Ianto more than either of them had realised.
Dominic beamed when he saw Jack cuddle up next to Ianto on the couch. "I think he's glad to see both of us," Jack commented, resting his head on Ianto's shoulder as they watched Dominic kick his legs back and forth happily.
Ianto smiled and turned his head, kissing his lover softly before their attention returned back to the grinning Dominic.
x
Martha watched as Jack screwed the piece of paper up and threw it in the general direction of the waste paper basket. "You only missed by a foot this time," she commented dryly, leaning on the doorway to his office.
The look of venom Jack shot her, made her frown and enter the room fully. "What's wrong?" she asked in concern, closing the door behind her to give them privacy.
Jack sighed and ran his hand through his hair, falling back in his chair with a groan. "It's just… We need Ianto back on the team, but we can't leave Dominic on his own," he tried to explain.
"So you need a babysitter?" Martha clarified.
Jack nodded his head. "But all the ones we've looked at so far, aren't even close to being trustworthy enough to know about Torchwood. Why didn't we think about this a year ago?" he muttered, resting his head against the cold wood of his desk.
The door opened and Ianto entered with a questioning look on his face. Martha got up and whispered something Jack couldn't hear in his lover's ear, before leaving the couple alone.
"What did she say?" Jack demanded immediately after Martha had left.
Ianto smirked and crossed the room, straddling Jack's lap and kissing him deeply. "Just that I should distract you before you shoot someone," he replied, sliding his hands under Jack's shirt.
x
Hours later, Jack stirred in his sleep and tried to get up from the bed, only to find that he couldn't move. He opened his eyes and grinned when he saw that Ianto was sprawled out on top of him, fast asleep and completely oblivious to anything around him.
Jack smiled and ran his fingers through his hair, pressing his lips against Ianto's forehead. He didn't know where their son was but knew he was more than likely with Martha or Gwen, so he wasn't too worried about his wellbeing at that exact moment.
Ianto needed the rest more than any of them. He had been so busy running around taking care of everyone it took Jack wearing him out completely for him to rest sometimes.
Jack mobile phone ringing from his bedside table made him jump and Ianto groaned sleepily, rubbing his hand over his eyes. "Tell whoever it is to fuck off," he muttered, pressing his face further into Jack's chest.
The older man chuckled and reached out for his phone. "This had better be important," he warned whoever was on the other end by way of a greeting.
"Jack?" a very familiar female voice asked.
Jack sat upright in surprise, pushing an indignant Ianto off of him.
"Tish?"
TBC