"Hey."

Ianto woke, marginally, snuggled in the big, cushy bed, surrounded by dove-grey goose-down pillows and duvet. For a moment he wondered where he was. The old, upscale converted warehouse loft with exposed brick and ductwork and massive bare windows weren't his flat.

Following the finger gently stroking his cheek back to the source of the sound that had woken him clarified things. The night before had been… exceptional. He guessed this was the 'time to go' part, though, and blinked his eyes, trying to force himself not to slide back into sleep in the comfort of the fluffy bed.

He and Jack had been spending nearly every night of the last few months at Ianto's flat, except when shear exhaustion made it more attractive to just curl up in Jack's bunk for a few hours. The night before had been their last night in Jack's industrial-chic loft. Together, they'd packed up Jack's few personal items around the place and packed them into the boot of Ianto's Audi, before having one last tumble in the room where they'd enjoyed their first.

"Shh. Don't get up yet," Jack said quietly. "Just wanted to let you know there's a Weevil sighting about 10 blocks from here. I'll take care of it, should only be a few minutes. Sleep as long as you want, ok? Only thing left to do is pack up the electric kettle, our mugs, and the bedclothes."

"Uh… ok," Ianto murmured, trying to process what Jack was telling him. Something about a Weevil…. Oh. "Jack, I can be ready to run after it in 3 minutes," he said, throwing back the blankets. "You don't have to deal with it alone."

"Hold it, Mr. Jones. No way. You're staying here and catching up on some sleep. I know for a fact you didn't get much last night," Jack paused with a hint of self-satisfaction, "and I won't risk you being off your game out there. Not a week before the wedding."

Ianto had started to set his jaw and narrow his eyes, ready to argue with Jack over his ability to help cover a stray Weevil for the six-zillionth time, until Jack played the wedding card. Every time he wanted to win an argument for the last few weeks, that had been Jack's go-to suit. Ianto flopped back against his pillow with a deep sigh, knowing he was only encouraging Jack's coercion scheme but completely unable to say no.

"Be. Careful. Got it?" Ianto said warningly.

"I will, I promise," Jack said, leaning in for a quick kiss and tucking Ianto's dressing gown up over his shoulders. "Back to sleep, Tiger. I'll be back in minutes," Jack grinned.

"Yeah. Heard that before," Ianto grumbled, lying back down and snuggling in – even a grumpy Torchwood agent knew better than to pass on rest.

Not 20 minutes later, Ianto's mobile on the nightstand started ringing, jarring him awake. Rolling over with a sigh, Ianto reached for the phone, fully expecting it to be a cry for help from Jack. He was surprised to see Tosh's name on the ID.

"Tosh? What's going on? Aren't you off this morning?"

"Yeah, um, Ianto… can you come round? I'm going to need some help…. There is no way my frock is fitting me in a week's time!"

Ianto had to smile. Tosh had never been given to irrational fussing, but all the pre-wedding stuff was definitely tests her nerves. Moral support was Best Man's top job, apparently. "Last minute alterations, is it? Well, whatever it is, everything was fitting properly a fortnight ago, so it can't be too drastic -"

"Ianto, have a look at the photo in your messages and then tell me what's too drastic," Tosh said shortly. "And whatever you do, do not ring Andy!"

"Ok," Ianto said calmly, not used to be snapped at by his best friend. He tapped the button to bring up his incoming text messages and opened the file attachment from Tosh. It was a mirror-selfie of Tosh in silk pyjama bottoms and a camisole top that no longer fit over her suddenly eight-months-pregnant stomach. Ianto stared for a long few moments, then sighed.

Typical. Bloody Torchwood. He couldn't wait to see what fun the Torchwood Curse held for his and Jack's wedding in another three months!