Jack hardly ever slept, but on this rare occasion when he lay dozing beside his lover he was rudely shaken awake.

“Get lost,” Jack mumbled, swatting at the hand on his shoulder.

He was shaken again, this time more insistently.

“Jack! Wake up!”

Ianto sounded frantic. Jack finally clued in to what was happening and sat bolt upright in bed.

“Is it time?” he asked, gently resting a hand on Ianto’s swollen belly.

Ianto nodded.

“I think so. I’m feeling pain.”

Jack jumped out of bed and hopped around anxiously, pulling on a pair of trousers and snapping in his ear piece.

“Owen!” he barked.

“Jack?”

Owen’s reply was sleepy.

“Get down here now! It’s time!”

“I’m on my way down,” Owen responded, sounding more alert now.

Jack turned his attention back to Ianto.

“Don’t worry. It’s going to be just fine,” he said, smoothing Ianto’s hair back.

“Easy for you to say,” Ianto moaned.

Owen descended down the hatch, medical kit in hand.

“All right tea-boy, how long have you been having contractions?”

“About an hour now. I thought maybe it was just gas again but then they started to get worse,” Ianto said.

He grimaced as yet another wave of pain ripped throughout his body. Owen pulled a needle out of his kit and began to start an IV.

“This’ll help dull the pain,” he explained. “Now pants off. I need to see what’s going on down there.”

Ianto groaned in protest but was in too much pain to make any smart remarks. Jack, however, snickered.

“This is all your fault!” Ianto snapped at him.

Jack just grinned wider.

“Well,” Owen said from between Ianto’s legs, “looks like you’ll be able to push soon.”

Ianto let out a string of curse words in Welsh. Jack took his hand and squeezed it.

“You’re doing well,” he said in an attempt at being encouraging.

“Fuck you, Jack!” Ianto spat.

“I’d let you but you’re not really in a position to do it,” Jack chuckled.

Two hours later…..

“I can see the head!” Owen said excitedly. “Keep pushing!”

Ianto bore down hard and a scream tore from his throat.

“That’s it!” Jack coached. “You’re almost there!”

Ianto let out a few choice words in Welsh and fell back against the pillows, exhausted.

“It’s a boy!” Owen proclaimed.

Jack let out a whoop of joy. Ianto moaned and sagged into the comfort of the mattress.

Owen coaxed Jack into cutting the cord and then wrapped the squalling baby in a towel and placed him on Ianto’s chest. Looking down, Ianto saw the most beautiful sight he had ever witnessed: a red little face with striking blue eyes just like Jack’s and a mop of adorable curls. Ianto decided right then and there that it had all been worth it. He was in love.

“He looks just like you,” Ianto said to Jack.

“Funny, I was going to say he looked more like you,” Jack laughed.

Jack picked up the baby, being careful to support him just like Owen had taught him to. The baby let out a lusty cry and Jack grinned.

“He has your temper,” he said to Ianto.

“Have you picked a name?” Owen asked.

“I think we should give him a Welsh name,” Ianto declared.

“How about Ifan?” Jack suggested.

Ianto raised an eyebrow.

“You realize that’s a variation of my name right?” he asked.

Jack grinned at him.

“Of course, that’s why I picked it.”

Ianto looked down at the little bundle Jack had placed back in his arms and smiled.

“Ifan it is then.”

THE END