Disclaimer: I own Sophie, that’s it, everything else, everything you recognize, RTD and Moffat, and the BBC own – the lucky bastards…
Rating: G or PG
Characters: Jack, Gwen, Ten, Ianto, Sophie
Summary: Sophie is 1! And it’s her birthday, shameless fluff attack! Follows on from my story “The BIRTH Day,” I’d suggest reading that, otherwise you’d be a might confused.
Spoilers: From “Midnight” to the end of Series 4 of DW
A/N: I’ve fudged with the timespans a lot
A/N 2: It’s AU, very AU, if it’s not your thing I’m sorry man, but I’ve had way too much fun writing happy things and shoving my “issues” back into the drawer from whence they came.
For: cookielaura, hope you’re feeling better, and have some more fluff from me!
Word Count: 1,774
The First Year
The small baby slept peacefully in her cot, blissfully unaware of the man watching her from the doorway of her nursery. She clenched a small teddy bear in one hand, and the other dangled out of the bars of her cot. Soft brown curls framed her face, giving the man in the doorway the impression that a halo had formed around her head. She snuffled, snorted, and whimpered suddenly in her sleep, and the man walked forwards and placed his hand on her belly.
“Easy baby, it’s okay, Daddy’s right here,” he murmured softly as she settled.
“What are you doing awake?” a voice asked from the darkened hallway.
“I never went to bed.”
“I found a rooftop, got lost in my thoughts.”
“A regular bloody batman you are.”
“Boy, having a baby has turned you into quite the joker Ianto Jones.”
“Only when the baby’s father provides such good ammunition.”
“I’m hurt,” replied Jack with a smile. “She’s one today.”
“Ah, you were thinking about?”
“About how one year ago I was trussed up in the Hub with Martha up to her elbows in my innards, and you fretting about like a nervous wife,” said Jack.
“You were the one giving birth, YOU were the wife.”
“Flirt,” teased Jack.
“Well come on then, make good on that flirting Ianto,” he said quietly as he took Ianto’s hand and led him towards their bedroom. “You know, it was raining while I was outside…”
The Next Morning
The sounds of a giggling infant floated over the baby monitor and woke the two men from their slumber. Jack yawned, “She’s awake.”
“I can hear,” groaned Ianto into his pillow. “Go get her?” he asked hopefully.
“Sure,” Jack said as he leaned over and kissed the younger man’s shoulder. He swung his legs off of the bed and stood up. He pulled on his pants and strode down the hallway to the nursery, smiling at the sight of his daughter hanging on to the bars of her cot and babbling at the figures on the wall of her room.
“Well aren’t you chatty this morning!” said Jack with a laugh. He lifted his happy baby out of her cot and wrapped his arms around her. “Could you possibly be excited about your birthday? Is that the reason you’re so happy?”
“Da, da, da, da, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba,” she chattered.
“Oh, I see,” said Jack as he carried her back into his bedroom and crawled back into bed. “Shall we wake up your taddy? What do you say Sophie?”
“There’s no need,” said Ianto. He yawned and rolled over, taking their daughter from Jack’s arms. “Hello birthday girl! Hello! Hello! Hello!”
Sophie blinked her bright blue eyes and gave her parents a wide and innocent smile. She made a clenching motion with one hand, and opened her mouth to give them an even wider smile. She made the clenching motion and giggled.
“She’s thirsty,” said Jack. “I’ll go heat up some milk for her.” He padded out of the bedroom and down to the kitchen.
“So, Sophie, it’s your birthday today. You’re going to have your very first birthday party. All of our friends are going to be here to celebrate with us, your daddy has a special birthday cake all picked out for you, and there are going to be lots of pressies too. You’re going to be one spoiled girl before the day is out.”
During his little speech, Sophie gazed at him while chewing on her fingers, a serious expression across her little face.
“She understood everything you said, you know that right?” Jack asked as he sat back down on the bed.
“No she didn’t,” Ianto scoffed. “She’s only one.”
“Yes she did,” said Jack, “babies are very smart. Now give her here so she can have a drink. Come here precious, have a birthday bottle with your daddy.”
“You just think she’s brilliant because she can use sign language to tell us when she’s hungry, thirsty, and when she wants more.”
“Too right I do,” said Jack as he tussled with his daughter for control of the bottle. “Well fine then! Assert your independence, but will you still do me the great honour of holding you while you drink? Why thank you very much my big girl.”
Ianto propped himself up on his elbow and surveyed the scene next to him. He tickled the bottoms of Sophie’s feet, earning himself a semi-toothy grin, and kick at his hand.
Six Hours Later
“Hello? Boys? You here?” a voice called from their front door.
“We’re up here, trying to put the birthday girl into her party clothes,” shouted Jack.
“Come on up Gwen,” Ianto yelled down.
Gwen set down balloons and large bags of presents before running up the stairs. She skidded to a stop in front of the nursery and stepped through the doorway. “Hello precious girl, happy birthday! You’re looking beautiful today, and so grown up in your big girl dress.”
“Say thank you to Auntie Gwen,” said Jack, laughing as Sophie responded by drooling out of the corner of her mouth. “Thank you for coming over early to keep her busy while we get ready. Rhys is still coming later right?”
“It’s no problem, Rhys wanted to finish watching the rugby anyway; he’ll be round when the match is over.” She took Sophie from Jack’s arms, “Come on Princess Sophie, let’s play a bit so your taddy can get cooking, and daddy can go and get your cake. What do you say to a nice long walk round the garden? Yeah? Sound good? Okay then, let’s go!”
Gwen and Sophie were wandering through the back garden when the distinctive sounds of the TARDIS materialising filled the air. “Oh look Sophie! The Doctor came to wish you a happy birthday!”
The door to the blue police box creaked open, and the tall and skinny Doctor sauntered out. “Hello Ms. Cooper, and hello Princess Sophie!”
The baby girl squealed happily and held out her chubby little arms.
“A big hug for the birthday girl? Sure!” said the Doctor. He lifted the little girl out of Gwen’s grasp and tucked her into his arms.
“So Doctor, all alone then? No traveling companions this time?”
“Well, I was going to pick up Martha and bring her, but Francine said she was in New York with UNIT working on something big, and I didn’t want to get roped into it, UNIT’s gone a bit daft with some of their policies. Truthfully, I didn’t want to spring Donna on everyone just yet, so I left her with her family for the day,” he said as he tickled Sophie’s chin.
“Ah well, then it’ll be a nice small party. Come on, let’s go back inside. I know Jack will want to see you when he gets back from picking up the cake.”
The little group trooped back into the house and settled in the living room. The Doctor and Gwen were chatting quietly while Sophie sat yawning on the Timelord’s lap, when Jack bounced through the front door.
“Doctor, I’m glad you made it!”
“I wouldn’t have missed it, although with the way Sophie’s yawning, she might not last until the party.”
“She might need a nap then,” said Ianto as he came in from the kitchen. “Give her to me. I’ll put her in her playpen out here, so she can still be the centre of attention, but get some rest.”
“Okay Sophie, go see your taddy. He’ll make sure that you get a nice nap, and when you wake up, we’ll have cake and pressies. Uncle Doctor got you lots of pressies.”
“Uncle Doctor?” snorted Jack.
“Nothing, just never thought you’d be so domestic, or give yourself a cutesy nickname,” replied Jack as he rolled his eyes.
90 Minutes Later
By the time Sophie had woken up, the living room had been transformed into a pink palace fit for royal little girls the world over. The baby lay in her playpen and stared at the cheery balloons, and pink streamers that festooned the area. She rolled onto her belly, and hummed softly as she grabbed for a toy sheep that had been set in the corner of the playpen.
“You found daddy’s sheep,” Jack said quietly. “Your taddy gave that to me almost two years ago. Daddy pressed a button that he shouldn’t have, and wound up a toddler for a few days. Do you want to get up?” he asked softly. He laughed as Sophie grabbed the sheep and stuffed the ears into her mouth. “I’ll take that as a yes,” he said as he leaned down and scooped up his daughter.
“The birthday girl stirs!” the Doctor cheered as he bounded in from the kitchen with a banana in his hand.
“Time for the party to start,” said Ianto. He followed the Doctor in from the kitchen, and leaned over and kissed Sophie’s forehead.
The party took all of two hours, and included Sophie planting both fists in her cake, and offering said fists to her fathers, only Jack partaking in the “fist cake.” Rhys took great delight in photographing the tetchy expression that formed on Ianto’s face as he surveyed the mess that was quickly forming in his tidy dining room. The Doctor enjoyed giving Sophie a child proof and child sized version of K-9 and several non-humanoid stuffed toys that he’d found while rooting round the TARDIS. Sophie had truly been well spoiled by the time the party came to an end, and all the guests had gone, with the Doctor the last to leave.
“Goodbye Princess Sophie. Uncle Doctor is off to take Auntie Donna to a spa planet where SHE can feel like a princess for a while.”
“You’re going to ‘Midnight’ right?” asked Jack as he stroked Sophie’s hair gently.
“Yep,” he replied. “Take care of your family Jack,” the Doctor said suddenly, his face drawn and serious.
“Always, Doctor,” Jack replied quietly.
“Good! I’ll be by to check on you real soon,” he stated as he loped into the TARDIS and closed the door.
“Okay my girl, it’s time for you to go to bed. Taddy and I have to start cleaning up,” said Jack as he pressed a kiss to Sophie’s head. He opened the backdoor and stepped into the living room, stopping at the playpen. He gently laid his daughter down and went to go help Ianto in the kitchen…
To be continued in the story of Sophie’s third birthday…