Ianto watched Jack smother a mini Mars bar with marmalade before stuffing it in his mouth and chewing experimentally.
“How does it taste?”
A brilliant smile lit up Jack’s face.
“Perfect! Even better than the big ones!” He pulled Ianto in for a strange tasting kiss. “You’re a genius, Ianto Jones, I don’t know what I’d do without you.” He wiped away a few tears as the pregnancy hormones kicked in, then unwrapped another Mars bar.
Ianto smiled. Jack was happy, and the mini Mars bars were less of a choking hazard.
Perhaps they’d both survive this pregnancy after all.