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m_findlowTitle: Once is enough
Fandom: Torchwood
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG.
Length: 799 words
Content notes: Contains m-preg.
Author notes: Written for Challenge 86 - Once in a lifetime at![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
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Summary: Ianto wasn't quite prepared for today to be the day.
Ianto winced as he bent over to get into the driver's seat. He'd never remembered his Audi having such a low chassis, but then again, he hadn't gotten behind the wheel of it for about two months, and he hadn't had to attempt it with a beach ball sized stomach, cramping pains and a horrible damp sensation in the crotch of his pants. Just when he'd been thinking there was a certain romance to being curvy and pregnant, the shocking reality of it was hitting home rather hard and rather suddenly.
'Ianto Jones, always perfectly punctual,' he muttered to himself, 'except when it comes to sticking to your due date,' he added. He liked to arrive early and unrushed, but having his water break and going into labour two weeks early was not how he planned it.
He growled as he found he couldn't squeeze himself into the driver's seat. He had to slide the seat back four whole notches before he could make it inside, and even then the stretched cotton of his top was still brushing the steering wheel. He wouldn't have to worry about honking the horn to get cars to move out of his way, his belly was going to do all the talking on that matter.
He slipped the key into the ignition and the slight bend sideways ripped a proper contraction from his body. He bit his lip hard and debated just how bad an idea it was to get behind the wheel in his current condition. He could cause an accident from an ill-placed pang of pain. Still, it was better than waiting for Jack to get here and pick him up. He was far more level-headed than Jack. He'd seen how frantic Jack had been three weeks ago when he'd had phantom pains in the night, driving them to the hub on deserted night time roads in a fashion that made Ianto yell at him and tell him to pull over before he rolled the car with them in it. He could only imagine what Jack might do on roads full of cars doing the afternoon school run.
The school run, Ianto thought, turning out of the street onto the main road. One day that'd be him in the not so distant future. Bloody hell, but this time tomorrow - or perhaps just a few hours from now - he was going to be a father. Technically he supposed he already was, as he gently pressed the brake coming up to a red light and wishing it were green, if only so he could get to the hub quicker.
Another wave of pain hit him and he gripped the wheel tight, glad he was stopped. Too late to turn back now. He was not having these babies at home. He wanted to be surrounded by their medic and his equipment, his friends and colleagues, and Jack. And he wanted something to take the edge off what was already quite painful. God alone knew how bad it would get once he was trying to squeeze something the size of a melon out through a gap his body shouldn't even have. Jez had explained it all to him, medically speaking, and Jack had provided his own reassurances that Ianto would revert back to his normal anatomy once it was over. Still, none of that comforted him now, alone in his car in a tangle of peak hour commute, only a few miles from the hub, yet still so far away. Thank God this was only a one time thing. This wasn't how he'd pictured fatherhood starting out.
Recovered from yet another contraction, he finally had the presence of mind to remember his phone was connected to the car's bluetooth, and dialed.
'Hey, Ianto,' came a friendly female voice.
'Gwen, thank God. I'm not wanting to freak anybody out, but you don't suppose you could work some traffic light magic to get me to the hub a little faster, could you?'
She picked up on the edge in his voice immediately. 'Jesus Christ, Ianto. You're not driving, are you?' Bless the fact that he didn't even have to tell her why. Mother's instinct.
'Just please help me get here in one piece, yeah? I don't fancy taking out three kids, their mother, a dog and a french horn. Driving and going into labour is not as easy as I thought.'
She muttered something distinctly naughty and Welsh as she collected herself. 'Okay, I've got your car. Green lights all the way.'
'Thank you.'
'God, Jack is going to be bloody livid,' she remarked. 'You have told him, haven't you?'
'Um…'
She swore again. 'Right. I'll find Jack and Jez and get things ready. You just make sure you get here or we'll both bloody kill you.'
Fandom: Torchwood
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG.
Length: 799 words
Content notes: Contains m-preg.
Author notes: Written for Challenge 86 - Once in a lifetime at
fandomweekly Summary: Ianto wasn't quite prepared for today to be the day.
Ianto winced as he bent over to get into the driver's seat. He'd never remembered his Audi having such a low chassis, but then again, he hadn't gotten behind the wheel of it for about two months, and he hadn't had to attempt it with a beach ball sized stomach, cramping pains and a horrible damp sensation in the crotch of his pants. Just when he'd been thinking there was a certain romance to being curvy and pregnant, the shocking reality of it was hitting home rather hard and rather suddenly.
'Ianto Jones, always perfectly punctual,' he muttered to himself, 'except when it comes to sticking to your due date,' he added. He liked to arrive early and unrushed, but having his water break and going into labour two weeks early was not how he planned it.
He growled as he found he couldn't squeeze himself into the driver's seat. He had to slide the seat back four whole notches before he could make it inside, and even then the stretched cotton of his top was still brushing the steering wheel. He wouldn't have to worry about honking the horn to get cars to move out of his way, his belly was going to do all the talking on that matter.
He slipped the key into the ignition and the slight bend sideways ripped a proper contraction from his body. He bit his lip hard and debated just how bad an idea it was to get behind the wheel in his current condition. He could cause an accident from an ill-placed pang of pain. Still, it was better than waiting for Jack to get here and pick him up. He was far more level-headed than Jack. He'd seen how frantic Jack had been three weeks ago when he'd had phantom pains in the night, driving them to the hub on deserted night time roads in a fashion that made Ianto yell at him and tell him to pull over before he rolled the car with them in it. He could only imagine what Jack might do on roads full of cars doing the afternoon school run.
The school run, Ianto thought, turning out of the street onto the main road. One day that'd be him in the not so distant future. Bloody hell, but this time tomorrow - or perhaps just a few hours from now - he was going to be a father. Technically he supposed he already was, as he gently pressed the brake coming up to a red light and wishing it were green, if only so he could get to the hub quicker.
Another wave of pain hit him and he gripped the wheel tight, glad he was stopped. Too late to turn back now. He was not having these babies at home. He wanted to be surrounded by their medic and his equipment, his friends and colleagues, and Jack. And he wanted something to take the edge off what was already quite painful. God alone knew how bad it would get once he was trying to squeeze something the size of a melon out through a gap his body shouldn't even have. Jez had explained it all to him, medically speaking, and Jack had provided his own reassurances that Ianto would revert back to his normal anatomy once it was over. Still, none of that comforted him now, alone in his car in a tangle of peak hour commute, only a few miles from the hub, yet still so far away. Thank God this was only a one time thing. This wasn't how he'd pictured fatherhood starting out.
Recovered from yet another contraction, he finally had the presence of mind to remember his phone was connected to the car's bluetooth, and dialed.
'Hey, Ianto,' came a friendly female voice.
'Gwen, thank God. I'm not wanting to freak anybody out, but you don't suppose you could work some traffic light magic to get me to the hub a little faster, could you?'
She picked up on the edge in his voice immediately. 'Jesus Christ, Ianto. You're not driving, are you?' Bless the fact that he didn't even have to tell her why. Mother's instinct.
'Just please help me get here in one piece, yeah? I don't fancy taking out three kids, their mother, a dog and a french horn. Driving and going into labour is not as easy as I thought.'
She muttered something distinctly naughty and Welsh as she collected herself. 'Okay, I've got your car. Green lights all the way.'
'Thank you.'
'God, Jack is going to be bloody livid,' she remarked. 'You have told him, haven't you?'
'Um…'
She swore again. 'Right. I'll find Jack and Jez and get things ready. You just make sure you get here or we'll both bloody kill you.'
