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m_findlowTitle: Post-partum blues
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Jack, Ianto, Myfanwy
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 300 words
Content notes: Contains m-preg.
Author notes: Written for Challenge 486 - Feeling blue at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
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drabble_zoneSummary: Myf is down in the dumps. A triple drabble.
‘Poor thing,’ Ianto mused as he stared out over the hub whilst waiting for the coffee machine to finish filling two mugs.
‘Who's poor?’ Jack said, silently having sidled up behind Ianto, wrapping his arms around him as best he could without impeding the coffee making process.
‘Myf,’ Ianto replied. ‘She's been feeling really blue and down in the dumps lately. I gave her two extra portions of salmon yesterday and a block of dark chocolate but she barely even touched them. Just went back to sulking in her nest. I couldn't even get her to go out for a fly last night and normally she'd be beating down the doors to get out.’
Jack looked up and noticed the languid body language as she listlessly passed by and then disappeared back up into her hidey hole. ‘What's got her down?’
‘I think it's my fault,’ Ianto replied.
‘Your fault? How can it be your fault?’ Ianto was Myfanwy's favourite. Always. Nobody got treated half as well as he did. She never snapped at him, or tried to take off a finger, or swoop to steal food from his plate. Ianto was special, and Jack could hardly blame her.
Ianto rested a hand over Jack's on his growing belly. ‘It's the baby. She thinks I've got an egg inside me and now she's upset because she doesn't have one. Remember that time she brought home a petrified rock fossil and tried hiding it in the rift machine thinking the warmth would help it hatch?’
‘Do I ever,’ Jack replied.
‘She wants to be a mother too. I think it's all she's ever wanted.’
Jack rubbed Ianto's stomach. That did make sense in a strange way. ‘Not sure we can help though. I'm not even sure how we got you pregnant.’
‘Poor thing,’ Ianto mused as he stared out over the hub whilst waiting for the coffee machine to finish filling two mugs.
‘Who's poor?’ Jack said, silently having sidled up behind Ianto, wrapping his arms around him as best he could without impeding the coffee making process.
‘Myf,’ Ianto replied. ‘She's been feeling really blue and down in the dumps lately. I gave her two extra portions of salmon yesterday and a block of dark chocolate but she barely even touched them. Just went back to sulking in her nest. I couldn't even get her to go out for a fly last night and normally she'd be beating down the doors to get out.’
Jack looked up and noticed the languid body language as she listlessly passed by and then disappeared back up into her hidey hole. ‘What's got her down?’
‘I think it's my fault,’ Ianto replied.
‘Your fault? How can it be your fault?’ Ianto was Myfanwy's favourite. Always. Nobody got treated half as well as he did. She never snapped at him, or tried to take off a finger, or swoop to steal food from his plate. Ianto was special, and Jack could hardly blame her.
Ianto rested a hand over Jack's on his growing belly. ‘It's the baby. She thinks I've got an egg inside me and now she's upset because she doesn't have one. Remember that time she brought home a petrified rock fossil and tried hiding it in the rift machine thinking the warmth would help it hatch?’
‘Do I ever,’ Jack replied.
‘She wants to be a mother too. I think it's all she's ever wanted.’
Jack rubbed Ianto's stomach. That did make sense in a strange way. ‘Not sure we can help though. I'm not even sure how we got you pregnant.’
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Date: 2026-01-31 10:47 am (UTC)