Disclaimer: Boy I wish I did, but I don’t own Torchwood or Doctor Who, the people and corporations who are supposed to own it, do own it. I only own baby Sophie.
Summary: It’s a birthday story, take the birth in birthday literally peeps.
Characters: Jack, Martha, Ianto, Ten, Sophie
Spoilers: Um, nothing, I hope, I think, yeah I don’t know truthfully…
A/N: It’s AU folks
A/N 2: It’s the second story in a series, follows on from Orange-Yellow
A/N 3: mpreg, mpreg, mpreg
Beta: lilferret, much appreciated!
Word Count: 1,487
The BIRTH day
“Ianto?” Jack yelled from his office.
“Yes Jack?” the Welshman asked as he hopped up the stairs.
“Has Martha’s train arrived yet?”
“I was just on my way to go and get her.”
Jack inhaled sharply and gripped the sides of his desk. “Hurry,” he spat out.
“Are you?” Ianto asked, his eyes wide with shock.
“Yes, now just go and get her please,” he said with a quick nod.
Ianto stood in the doorway to the office with his hands on his hips and a wild look in his eyes. He was brought back to reality when the grinding sounds of the TARDIS rematerialising filled the air. “I’ll just, go and see why he’s back,” he stammered.
“Fine, yes, just go and do something that’ll get Martha here faster,” Jack ground out through gritted teeth as he grabbed his desk again. He looked up at the sounds of boots on his steps and saw Martha carrying her medical bag. “Hello Nightingale.”
“Looks like I got here just in time!” she said happily.
The Doctor poked out from behind Martha and nodded a greeting at Jack. “I had a hunch that she’d need a faster ride than the express from London, and that she’d need a hand.”
Martha set her bag down at Jack’s feet, and patted his shoulder. “How’re you doing daddy?” She took a blood pressure cuff out of her kit and attached it to Jack’s arm.
“I think I’m ready to have a baby,” he hissed as he breathed rapidly through his nose.
“I’d say so too,” Martha laughed. “Can you manage walking to the medical bay?”
“Best to try now, before another contraction hits.”
“Go and help him,” the Doctor said in Ianto’s ear.
“Right,” Ianto said, but remained unmoving in the doorway. The Doctor sighed and muttered something about first time parents before planting his hands between Ianto’s shoulder blades and pushing him into the office. “Right,” Ianto said again and hooked his arm around Jack, helping him stand slowly. “Come on then, ready?”
“Yes,” Jack said faintly. Leaning heavily against the young man, Jack began a slow shuffle towards the makeshift delivery room. He managed a weak smile at the Doctor before a pain caused him to groan and grab the door frame.
“Here, let me help,” said the Doctor. He slid himself between Jack and the door and looped his arm around Jack’s back. “Let’s give it a go then.”
Between the two of them, the Timelord and the Welshman managed to maneuver the very pregnant Jack out of his office and down to medical area. Once he was settled on the stretcher, and his overlarge abdomen was exposed, the Doctor clapped his hands together and said, “Okay! Let’s get you good and drugged up, and get that little one out of your belly.”
“And Beth thought that MY bedside manner was rubbish,” Jack said as he rolled his eyes. He laughed at the quizzical expression on the Doctor’s face.
“Doctor, let an actual doctor do the talking yeah?” sighed Martha. She finished washing her hands and gowned up, turning to look at Jack with a reassuring smile. “I’m going to give you a spinal block now, and in a few minutes Jack Harkness, you are going to meet your baby.”
“Should I do anything? Um, do I need to wash my hands or anything?” Ianto said from where he was standing by Jack’s head.
“I know that you aren’t squeamish Ianto, but perhaps just stay there because male births can get, uh, a bit messy,” said the Doctor.
“Uh, okay, right,” stammered Ianto. He grabbed one of Owen’s old chairs and rolled it back over by Jack.
“Ianto? Are you all right?” asked Jack. He tilted his head back and looked at the nervous man, “It’s going to be fine, I’ve done this before remember? It only takes a few minutes. Aren’t you excited to meet the little person who’s been tap dancing on my insides for the last nine months?”
“Of course I am Jack, it’s just that I never thought that my male significant other would be carrying the baby,” he mumbled.
Jack laughed, he awkwardly patted Ianto’s hand and went back to watching Martha set up IV medicine drips and surgical drapes. “The spinal block has kicked in, I am literally feeling nothing.”
Martha looked up, “Would you like to feel me cutting into you with the laser knife? I can make that happen if you want.”
Jack shook his head with a smile. “I am perfectly content, just ready to meet whoever’s been hiding in there.”
“Well good,” she replied, “because here we go.”
Jack closed his eyes and blew a big breath out of his nose. “Good.”
“Just take it easy Captain,” said the Doctor. “Martha’s almost to the baby.” He flashed Jack his biggest smile and said, “You’re doing great.”
“And we’re there!” said Martha. “Just a few seconds more Jack. I see an arm and a leg, someone is very anxious to get out of there! Doctor, hand me that retractor, thank you. Let’s get this little one out, cleaned up, and ready to face the world.”
Time seemed to grind to a snail’s pace, Jack could hear the individual droplets of water rushing down the water tower, and Ianto’s nervous breathing in his ear. He could feel Martha’s hands buried deep inside his abdomen, and see the sweat slowly beading across her brow. Jack felt pressure, pulling and tugging that coiled tighter and tighter inside him before releasing with a whoosh, and the shrill cry of an infant filled the air.
“Congratulations guys, you are now the proud parents of a beautiful and healthy looking baby girl!” said Martha with a big grin. She held up the squalling infant and laid her across Jack’s chest.
“Wow,” he heard Ianto say. “Wow.”
“Easy precious girl, I’m right here,” he said as he gently set his hand on the baby’s stomach. “Daddy’s here.”
“Ianto come here, cut the cord,” said Martha. She handed him the surgical scissors and guided his shaking hands to make the incision. “Take this,” she said as she handed him a pink Moses blanket, “and wrap up that beautiful baby.”
“Breathe,” she admonished gently.
“Okay, okay, yes, breathing now,” he answered as an embarrassed grin flitted across his face. He took the blanket and gently picked up his daughter. “Hi,” he said softly. “Hi.” He brushed his fingers across her forehead, smoothing out her soft, dark hair. Ianto ran one finger down her arm, and smiled as she grabbed for it.
“What are we going to call her?” Jack asked, breaking the spell that had overtaken the area.
“Huh?” Ianto asked, eyes never leaving the baby in his arms.
“What’s her name Mr. Jones?” asked the Doctor.
“Sophia, Sophie for a nickname.”
“Perfect,” said the Doctor. “It means wisdom.”
“Ha!” laughed Jack. “The daughter of the man who knows everything is named wisdom.”
Martha giggled as she finished sealing Jack’s belly. “Sophia, I like it. What about her middle name?”
“Rhiannon,” supplied Jack. “That’s his older sister.”
Ianto looked up sharply. “How’d you – “
“You’re not the only one who knows everything Ianto Jones.”
“What about her last name?”
“Harkness,” said Ianto. “It’s fitting, there aren’t any but him.”
“Jack, there aren’t any more Harknesses?” asked the Doctor.
“Nope,” he answered truthfully. “I’m the only one.”
“Are you sure?” pressed the Timelord.
“Torchwood put all of my children into deep-cover over the years. There was only one that I knew about, and she’s not a part of my life. She doesn’t want to be,” he finished quietly.
“Harkness it is then,” said the Doctor. “May I?” he asked as he gestured at Ianto.
“Of course Doctor,” he replied as he handed Sophie to the the Doctor.
The Timelord cradled the little girl in his arms and smiled down at her. “Well, I must say that you are quite a beautiful baby girl. You’re lucky too, because you have two daddies who love you very much, and an extended family as long as my arms, and I have very long arms, yes I do, yes I do.”
Jack coughed pointedly and gestured to the Doctor. “May I have my daughter back please?”
“Sorry,” the Doctor answered sheepishly. “Anyway, happy birthday to you Princess Sophie. Not a bad entrance into the world for a Harkness, rather calm and sedate.” He handed Jack the infant and walked away up the stairs towards the main Hub, his eyes suspiciously red and watery.
By the time Jack finally got his daughter back, he had been able to slip his shirt back on, but hadn’t yet done up the buttons. He laid Sophie across his bare chest and stroked her back with his fingers. “Happy birthday my fresh start,” he whispered. “I promise things are going to be different this time.”
To be continued in The First Year