This epilogue is dedicated to my fabulous beta milady_dragon without whose support and help this fiction would not have been possible.

A big thank you to Quiet Time for the 'Roast Chicken Incident'

Epilogue.

Opening the door to the flat Ianto found Jack making lunch. He put down the book he was carrying, walked over, and gave him a kiss. He was a sight, an oversized tee shirt covering his extended belly under which he had boxers which had ridden down the front and tucked under his tummy.

"Another baby book," Jack said as he pulled back.

"There is nothing like being prepared," Ianto told him as he took the plate and squeezed Jack's arse as Jack threw him a wanton look.

"Be good and I'll give you a blow job later," Ianto told him as he took a bite of his sandwich.

Jack picked up his own plate and with his hand on his back supporting himself he waddled over to the sofa and sat down.

"And what do you deem to be good?" Jack told him taking a bite from his sandwich.

"No more demands for greasy food in the middle of the night for a start," Ianto told him bluntly.

"That chicken was delicious," Jack told him.

"I had to endure being woken up, followed by hours of moaning and begging. And have you any idea how difficult it was trying to find roast chicken at 3am, the day after Boxing Day?" Jack sat back listening to Ianto repeat what had now become notorious as the 'Roast Chicken incident.'

"Driving around Cardiff with you on the mobile, checking progress every few minutes, offering hints and suggestions. I finally find somewhere, a fish and chip shop, and some drunk runs into back of the car and all you were worried about was, was the chicken still in one piece," Ianto told him as Jack laughed.

"It was divine," Jack said in remembrance with a dreamy look on his face.

"I have never seen anyone devour a whole roast chicken in one sitting," Ianto told him.

"Well I was craving something really greasy," he admitted.

"And don't get me started about the chocolate milkshake craving," Ianto warned.

"I wanted something sweet. It's not my fault the best one is only available across the other side of Cardiff," Jack said unrepentantly.

"Well I'm looking forward to when you can't use your pregnant state to take advantage of me," Ianto warned his face twisted in a grin as Jack smiled at the wonderful indulgence his partner had lavished on him.

"Blow job?" Jack asked hopefully as Ianto dusted his fingers free of crumbs.

"Foot rub," he said. He sat on the coffee table and Jack lifted a foot. Using the lavender oil he used for doing this he began to run his thumbs, using just the right amount of pressure. Jack laid back in ecstasy.

"How do you put up with me?" Jack said after few moments.

"I love you," Ianto told him. Jack looked at him.

"If someone had told me 15 months ago I would he happily married to a quiet introspective book shop owner and expecting a baby I would have said they were mad," Jack added.

"And it all started because you weren't looking where you were going," Ianto reminded him.

"God you were so angry," Jack laughed. "And I was left this stuttering mess." He leaned forward and grimaced.

"You alright?" Ianto asked as Jack moved to get comfortable.

"Just indigestion," Jack said with a pained expression. "Had it all morning."

"On and off or all morning?" Ianto queried raising his eyebrows.

"Not sure comes and goes," Jack said.

Ianto picked up his mobile and rang speed dial. "Owen I think this is it...yes indigestion...yes I know he should have taken more notice, you know what he's like...right. bring the SUV and we'll meet you downstairs."

Jack grimaced as another bout of indigestion hit and he looked scared.

"You and me we can handle anything," Ianto said taking his hand.

"Less of the we, it's me in discomfort," Jack told him.

"Now it's just pain, it's just preparing the baby for the world so what…"

"Don't… "Jack warned as Ianto wrapped a blanket round him as Ianto mobile sounded to advise them Gwen had arrived in the SUV.

"Ianto," Jack said as he stood at the door, "I can tell you one thing for utter certainty."

"Yes?" Ianto looked at him expectantly, wondering what Jack was going to say on this threshold moment, as they left the flat for the last time before they became a family.

"I never want to see another glass of apple juice again!" he declared.

"Come on fatty lumpkin," Ianto said affectionately.

"Cheek. I used to a Time Agent you know," Jack said in mock hurt.

"Well, now you're a heavily pregnant ex-Time Agent," Ianto was heard to say as he closed the flat door.

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"I think he's asleep," Jack whispered. Ianto leaned across from the edge of the bed at the baby in Jack's arms to check.

"Yes," he said with a happy sigh.

"Have you ever seen such a beautiful baby?" Ianto asked as they watched the baby yawn.

"He is our little miracle," Jack said as the baby now stretched and threw out a hand.

"It's hard to believe just two hours ago he was still in your tummy," Ianto said. He saw Jack smile.

"He's so tiny," Jack said

"He had a rough start," Ianto said stroking Sean's hand.

"He is so beautiful," Jack whispered.

"He's ours," Ianto kissed the baby gently on his head.

Jack brushed away a tear.

"This is real isn't it Jack?"

"Yes, nappies, sleepless nights, spiting up, smiles, wind, crying, rolling over, gurgles, birthdays…." Jack told him.

"My first nappy," Ianto said with eager anticipation.

"And you already prepared for being woken up in the middle of the night," Jack teased.

"I can take him fishing," Ianto stated suddenly.

Jack looked at him. "But you had no idea how to fish," Jack said in surprise.

"That's what dad's do: they take their sons fishing. I'll learn, how difficult can it be?"

"And you can give him the small rugby ball you have hidden in the back of the wardrobe that you bought two months ago," Jack said looking at him.

Ianto looked sheepish then began to chuckle. "Well he is half Welsh Jack. Every Welshman's fantasy is having a son on the field playing for Wales," he said proudly.

"He could be into football," Jack muttered as Ianto got a stubborn look

"This is Wales Jack, Wales and football…"

"All okay?" Martha said as she opened the door and checked on them.

"Perfect," Jack and Ianto said in unison.

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A sequel is planned called 'The Oncoming Storm' I will begin to post at the end of the year as soon as it is written.