Chapter Ten: Fourteen Weeks Along

Title: Knocked Up!
Author: Ericadawn16
Prompt: Knocked Up
Character/Pairing(s): Jack/Ianto, Gwen/Rhys, Rhi/Johnny, Ianto/Lisa
Rating:R
Warnings: MPreg, sex, language
Spoilers:Character from COE
Word Count:68,599
Disclaimer for TW and the movie you are using:I own nothing.
Summary:Ianto gets a promotion at work, meets Jack and things are never the same...
Beta: BIG Thanks to madkatstar_pir8 pirate4evrnavy2 and surreal_44
Author's Notes: This story is very AU. Chapter Nine: Nine Weeks Along Continues

Chapter Ten: Fourteen Weeks Along

"You know who I'd like to get pregnant is that Rafael Nadal, man. Ever since that Wimbledon thing, I can't get him out of my head," John informed the room.

"Considering he's not from the future or working for Torchwood, I don't think that goal's attainable," Jack pointed out.

"You never know," John retorted, "just because you stick out like a sore thumb."

"I'm not going to respond to that, but it is business meeting time. If we're going to continue this as a cover story, we need something to show for it. When do you think we can launch this site?" Jack asked with his blue eyes scanning around the room.

"Ugh," Owen commented.

"You can't rush this. You know what happens to these sites when they go up and they don't function well? They die and either make us look bad or make it obvious that it's not our real focus," said Mickey, "Plus, if we play our cards right...we could make real money off this thing. Maybe retire from Torchwood and go into something else or start our own free-lance agency."

"Seriously, let's say I want to launch today. Let's start...let's use that as a jumping off point. Let's make this happen. What can we do?" Jack asked. Everyone else appeared irritated.

"I'm behind this idea, I am, but I didn't go to Oxford so I could work twelve hours a day," Mickey said, crossing his arms.

"I thought you did an online degree in that other universe," John spoke.

"I went where I went, John," Mickey snapped, "It still counts."

"I'm not sure if the accreditation follows you..." John started.

"I'm not asking you to work twelve hours a day. I mean, you watch movies without nudity in them," Jack spoke.

"I'll tell you what. We could probably get it online in three months," John stated and picked up the ball. Upon hearing this, Jack exclaimed, "Thank you. Yes! Three months."

"Come on, John," Mickey complained at his holding the ball. In retaliation, John seemed to just hold it longer until Mickey's brown eyes were glaring at him. Then, he threw it. Mickey slammed his paddle down so hard on the ball that it bounced off John's side of the table and hit Owen's can.

"Fuck off," Mickey told him.

"Yeah, well, you still have a little cock," John spat and Jack went back to his room, tired of the whole thing.

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Ianto was pleased that Martha would be in charge of his care from now on. The door to the exam room opened and she stepped out, beckoning him in. The three of them entered and once she shut the door, he turned to her, saying, "This is Jack. He's the father."

"Oh, it's nice to finally meet you. I'm Martha," she said and held out her hand. He shook it and told her, "I'm Jack. Ianto's said a lot about you."

"Aww, Ianto's like my brother. I'm not letting anything happen to him," Martha assured them both, "Now, are you together? Friends? What?"

"Boyfriends," Ianto and Jack said at the same time. Jack laughed and Ianto smiled.

"Well, that's good. It is easier with a supportive partner," she spoke, "and you're fourteen weeks now?"

He nodded and added, "Second trimester." It was still hard to believe that there was this being growing inside of him yet every day that passed made it more real. He knew that in a few weeks he might even be able to feel it move.

"Then, I'm going to take some blood, some measurements and we should do another ultrasound on you," Martha told him and he nodded. In the books, they made it sound like he should get used to this. There were lots of tests and blood work throughout a pregnancy. She kept up a running dialogue during all of it.

"Any problems or concerns?" she asked and he thought about what to say. His biggest fear was growing a vagina, but that would be revealed from the ultrasound. Anything else had been found in the books. He shook his head.

"What about the sex of the baby? Do you want to know whether it's a boy or a girl?" Martha questioned.

"No," Ianto replied at the same time that Jack said, "Yes."

"You have as long as it takes for me to put this file on the counter and have Ianto on the table with shirt off, trousers undone," Martha told them.

"What? I thought that half-monty was good enough," Ianto complained and she shook her head.

"You're carrying too low, probably since it's not a typical male pregnancy," she stated and for a moment, he couldn't grasp anything except she had used the words "typical", "male" and "pregnancy" all together like it was normal. He undid the buttons on his shirt and in an act of rebellion, tossed it aside on the counter without folding it. His undershirt was now short: refusing to cover that last stretch of belly and tended to bunch over his breasts. He knew he should be wearing a bra, but felt that would be admitting defeat. He took off the belt although it wasn't necessary since he was wearing his most relaxed fit pair of trousers and it was still a struggle to fasten them. Most days, he'd been wearing one from Jack's wardrobe.

"You need new clothes, Ianto. You have plenty of people who would probably love to go shopping with you; Rhi, Gwen, Lisa, even Jack," she said and he glanced at Jack who seemed to be confirming this, "You're not going to get any smaller...not for twenty-six more weeks."

He sighed at the thought of clothes with elastic and polyester.

"I'm turning on the equipment so you need to come to a decision on knowing the gender," Martha told them.

"I don't want to know, I just...don't," Ianto said and couldn't describe why aloud. He had reached the point where everything in his life was planned how he wanted it and then...this happened. It was this ball of uncertainty and sometimes, he felt it should stay that way with not knowing everything. He also remembered when Rhi found out with David and Mica and how she would tell every random person she came across. It was a temptation he couldn't afford.

"I still want to know," Jack spoke although with a little less conviction than before. Martha picked up the ultrasound goo with a frown before saying, "I suppose I could tell Jack after we're done if that's fine with you, Ianto?"

Instead of continuing to bicker about it, it seemed like a fair compromise to him. He nodded and she put the wand against his belly. As the picture appeared on the screen, they both gasped. Last time they had seen the baby, it was this blobby creature, like a jelly baby or something. Now, it looked like...it looked like a baby with hands and feet and a head.

"Wow," Ianto said since nothing else came to mind.

"Yeah," Jack agreed and he looked over to see Jack taking one of his hands with his.

"The heartbeat looks good, steady. Want to hear it?" Martha asked with a smile.

"Yes," Ianto and Jack both told her and a whooshing sound filled the room. He felt the tears coming down his face before he realized he was crying. Jack's hand squeezed his harder.

"Perfect fourteen weeks old pregnancy, good size, good heartbeat and active. Probably just be a few more weeks until you can feel something," she said and then, that excited expression changed, "but I have to check now for how your body's adjusting."

Ianto cringed at the thought and the tears dried up. Adjusting was a fancy way of saying that he was growing female parts as well as a baby.

"First of all, those look like at least a B, maybe even a C, you should get them measured. I wasn't taught how," Martha said but he crossed his arms in response with a glare, "Or you could bind them to minimize the size, but it might be painful since they're still growing..."

"It can't be any more painful than growing everything else, I want them to disappear," Ianto interrupted because it was weird. It was like in those cartoons when one character would blow air into the other until it was fat and round like a balloon. He was becoming a balloon.

"Fine, I will look into it," she agreed and pressed buttons on the ultrasound machine, "Your uterus, fallopian tubes and ovaries are fully formed."

"Just what every bloke wants to hear," Ianto retorted and Jack squeezed his hand again.

"Cervix seems to be forming nicely and..." she started before pausing for a moment to study the image. Ianto preferred to stare at his shoes. At least, they fit.

"And I'm definitely seeing a developing vagina spreading downward towards the area between your penis and rectum," she continued and Ianto closed his eyes. He was officially growing a vagina just as he feared.

"What I'm worried about is that in order for the new organs to have space, your bladder, prostate and everything in the front is being pushed further front and others are being pushed aside as well to accommodate the baby," Martha spoke in such a serious tone that his blue eyes snapped open.

"What are you trying to say, Martha?" Jack asked before Ianto could find the words. His face was worried.

"In this type of male pregnancy where his body wasn't born to accept this type of situation, the best we can hope for is that is that your uterus will expand into the abdominal cavity with minimal discomfort on your other organs," she uttered in a sad voice and Ianto tried to remember to breath. His chest felt tight.

"Otherwise, the pressure on your body could become life-threatening and we would have to deliver early," Martha continued and Jack's grip was almost hurting.

"Why didn't you tell me any of this before?" Ianto asked and his eyes were leaking again.

"You seemed so happy about the baby," she admitted without looking at him, "I just couldn't...I couldn't tell you."

She turned off the machine and started wiping the goo off his belly.

"Why didn't Frobisher mention anything about this?" Jack asked with his other hand flexed into a fist.

"I don't know," Martha said and shrugged, but for a split second, it almost seemed like she locked eyes with Jack. She wiped the rest off, threw away the tissue and took his hand.

"Ianto, I promise that I'm going to do everything I can for this baby. If the worst happens, at least Torchwood has the best equipment. The baby can be viable at a much shorter stage in the pregnancy," she told him and he knew she was trying to make him feel better, but he'd rather not have his baby at the mercy of Torchwood technology.

"I...I just don't want to lose it. Not now," Ianto blubbered and felt both Jack and Martha hugging him.

"When would we know if it's...going where it needs to be?" Jack asked and Ianto appreciated someone else taking charge.

"Twenty weeks, that's when the uterus should be moving up," Martha told them, "but I'll want to have check-ups every week or two. Now that you know, there's no pretending this is anything but what it is. This is a high risk pregnancy to both you and the baby. I hope you've told Guppy."
No, he still hadn't worked up the nerve. He shook his head and Martha sighed.

"Jack," she complained in an almost familiar way, motioned towards Ianto with her hands and dropped them again.

"I can't force him to do anything. He has to do it on his own," Jack spoke before facing him, "but you really should...you should do whatever your doctor says."

Ianto didn't know what to think. In just twelve weeks, he'd had to accept that he was pregnant and growing parts that really didn't belong in his body. Now, it might all be for naught anyway. This baby that he had initially been terrified of...might not be compatible with his body that was never supposed to support it. He hated it and he was beginning to love the baby and...

Sobs escaped his throat again and Jack's strong arms wrapped around him. His lips met his own for a brief moment before pulling away. For once, Ianto never even thought of the fact that they were kissing at his work.

"Shh, shh, Ianto, it's going to be fine. I bet Martha's the best doctor on Earth, right?" Jack asked in a soothing voice while rubbing his back. His body was half on the table with him.

"Absolutely," she agreed although she wasn't entirely convincing. One thing was for sure, he would never go through this again. Whatever happened, this would be it. He rubbed his eyes and managed a whisper, "Are they working on something to counteract the effects?"

"They are, we haven't had much success but they're working on it," Martha spoke, "Or in the meantime when you're ready, we could do a hysterectomy but since we don't know how long this drug will remain in your system or if it does dissipate, you would have to take extra testosterone to work against it."

Like a transsexual, Ianto thought, as if he hadn't been born a male. He pulled up his trousers and pushed himself off the table with an unsteady gait. Ianto refused their help as he put his shirts back on and made himself appear as neat as possible. Without another word, he retreated to the outside waiting room where he resisted the urge to touch his belly. Someone might see and they'd take notice. They could tell someone and then, everyone would find out. Ianto put his hands to his face. It was such a mess. He sighed, closed his eyes and bent over with his head between his knees. After a moment, the door opened and a hand was on his shoulder.

"Ianto, these are for you," said Jack's voice and he looked up to see him hand over a CD and photos. Jack had an identical set in his other hand.
"She repeated the same thing that Frobisher did about not showing these to just anyone," he continued, "Did you want to go eat somewhere? She did take blood."

If they went somewhere, they'd be obligated to talk about it...that was the last thing that Ianto wanted to do.

"No, I have some juice at my desk and paperwork to catch up on," Ianto said, standing up. He put his things inside his coat and hurried away from Jack as soon as possible.

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Jack wasn't sure what to do. Never had he wanted more for Torchwood to give him a mission. Everything made sense on a mission. There were bad guys to fight and probably kill and there wrongs to be righted. It was simple. This wasn't simple. This was a man who never should have been pregnant if it weren't for Torchwood and it should be a simple decision except it was a baby. He knew how Ianto felt. It was his baby, too. He drove around and around until he found himself in Alice' neighborhood. Jack parked near the house but there was a strange car in front. Was she on a date? The car was taken out of park and he kept driving. There weren't any answers to be found in the passing cityscapes. He drove to Ianto's house, drove off and came back in a pattern until the familiar Audi pulled in.

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Ianto had somehow made it through his paperwork and driven himself home except he couldn't remember any of it. Now, he sat on his couch like he had done that first day after Martha told him he could be pregnant. At the time, he thought it was the most horrible thing she'd ever said to him, but this was far worse. He undid his shirts so he could feel the little bulge of his stomach.

"I don't want to lose you," he whispered and caressed the skin. Then, the doorbell rang. It couldn't be Rhi. She would have just barged in.

"Coming," he said and didn't bother to fix his clothes until he knew who it was. The window showed it was Jack so he continued the casual look and opened the door.

I...I...," he stumbled which was kind of endearing, "Would you like to order a pizza?" He'd nodded and they ate at his place so his memory was a little fuzzy how he ended up in Jack's bedroom with no clothes on. The other man's hand was clutched over his belly and he was glad they felt the same. However, he was hungry. His stomach growled to prove the point. He took off Jack's hand and took one of his blue shirts. It was a comfortable fit and his bits didn't poke out too badly. He made his way into the kitchen and made himself a sandwich. Then, Tosh appeared. She was in one of Andy's white shirts with black knickers.

"Can I touch it?" she asked with a goofy grin. He cringed.

"No," he replied as he straightened up his mess, "and that will always be my answer."

"Just kidding," Tosh said, opening the fridge, "kind of."

Ianto rushed with his plate to Jack's bedroom and shut the door behind him. The relish smelled so good with the nutella.

"Mmm," Jack said from the bed without moving.

Chapter Eleven: Fifteen Weeks Along