#bryce harkness

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Bryce, Jonny and Wade| "Rugrats"

Jonny jumped when a sudden presence hopped into the seat across from him, plopping a coloring book of his own in front of him and coloring happily. "Uh, hi?" He said awkwardly. The boy looked up grinning from under a hat that resembled a monkey. 

"Hi! I'm Wade!" He said happily, scribbling yellow over Winnie the Pooh's face.. 

"I'm Jonny," he smiled, seeing the potential to make a friend here. 

"Nice to meet you," Wade smiled, swapping his yellow for a red. The tots colored in silence for a moment. 

"Can I color with you guys?" They looked up at the young sandy haired boy beside the table, dressed in a button up shirt,  a waistcoat and a tie, smiling pleasantly. Jonny gestured to the chair beside them. 

"Go ahead."

"I'm Bryce Harkness," he said, taking a seat and picking out a Looney Tunes book and flipping through it. 

"Jonny."

"Wade."

Silence again.

"So, um...what do your parents do?" Wade asked, the silence deafening and irksome to the hyperactive toddler. 

"Well, um, my dads used to travel around a lot. They still do sometimes," he nodded. Wade cocked his head. 

"Traveling? Doin' what?" Bryce wondered.

Jonny shrugged. "Hunting." Wade nodded, assuming there must be some kind of need for people to hunt for other people. "What about your parents?" 

"My daddy Jack hunts aliens. And thad Ianto makes him coffee," Bryce said proudly, unaware that his Welsh moniker for his father was unknown to the other boys. "By the way, is there any coffee here?" 

"No," Jonny chuckled. "Wade?"

Without missing a beat, Wade promptly said, "My dad shoots people in the head." 

Jonny and Wade looked up from their work, staring at Wade's head. "That, uh..." Jonny said, giving Bryce a sideways glance. "That's nice." 

"What does your mom do?" Bryce asked, almost afraid of the answer. 

"Tells my dad to shoot people in the head," he nodded, finally meeting their eyes. "What?"

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Bryce | "A Small Addict"

The light sound of baby laughter and the small chuckle of his husband filled the Torchwood headquarters. Ianto smiled at the sound as he brewed coffee. As he went through the steps he'd done a thousand time, he thought of how happy Jack and Bryce had made him. Once a shell of a man who had lost his precious girlfriend to Cybermen, to this brave, witty, coffee boy with a family he'd certainly die for. 

"Ianto you have to see this!"

Jack calling him brought the Welshmen from his daydream. Ha poured himself a cup of coffee before following Jack's call.

Entering the immortal's office he was greeted by a happy baby standing all on his own in between his father's legs.

"Well look at you Bryce, standing all on your own! What a big boy you are!" Ianto squatted down to get eye level with his son while still standing in the doorway.

"That's not all. Watch! Bryce," Jack called for the boy's attention "Look what Tad has, do you know what that is? Ya, you know. Why don't you go get some huh? Smells good!"

Th e little boy let out another fit of giggles before he turned to face Ianto doorway. Letting out chubby, grabby, hands little Bryce took small baby steps toward his father.

Ianto's face lit up in pure excitement for his boy. The baby never wavered from his path, stumbling a bit, but always recovering. When he reached his destination, Bryce grabbed at the coffee mug. Luckily Ianto had drank half of it, and the baby did not burn his fingers. 

Bryce let out a happy sqeel of accomplishment before looking for his Tad's approval.

"Well, I'll be damned! Look at you walking, you big man!" lifting his son Ianto began to congratulate him.

"Just wait til we tell Gwen, she won't be too happy to know that Bryce started walking younger then her daughter did."

The two father's were to busy snickering to notice Bryce steal a sip from Ianto's cup.

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Bryce| "What's In a Name"

Ianto looked down at the newborn in his arms, bouncing him gently. "Hi there," he cooed, smiling gently, in awe. "Hello, Bryce. I'm your dad, I guess," he chuckled, looking at his tiny wrinkled face. "And I have no idea how you're here. But I'm glad you are."

Jack walked to them wearily, drained and sweaty, stomach stitched up, shaking his head. "Never again," he breathed. "And I mean it this time. I am not doing that again." Ianto glanced at him, sighing when he wrapped his arms around his waist, kissing his cheek and watching the baby. He reached out stroking the baby's head, content and so unbearably happy.  

"Look what we did," Ianto whispered, still holding their sleeping child as if he were made of glass. He laughed softly, kissing his forehead. "Look what we did, Jack." 

Jack kissed his temple, squeezing him. "Yes we did." 

"He looks like you," he remarked, leaning against his husband. 

"He got your eyes though," he said, grinning. 

"He needs a middle name," Ianto said pointedly, setting the child in his pram, tucking him in, not wanting to be away from him, almost afraid to be. "Bryce Harkness sounds a bit empty, don't you think?" 

Bryce shifted his thumb to his mouth, suckling softly, dwarfed by the baby bed. Jack stroked his hair again, tenderness and care in his eyes that Ianto had never witnessed before. "He's so beautiful," Jack breathed, tears in his eyes, voice catching. "He's all ours too." Ianto nodded, turning him and kissing him gently, allowing the immortal to fuel his passion elsewhere. 

"So," he said breathlessly when they broke apart. "Middle name?" 

Jack looked at the baby for a moment before meeting Ianto's gaze again. "I was thinking...Owen?" Ianto smiled, eyes watering, hugging him. 

"Absolutely."

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Conception| Bryce

"I'm not gonna touch it!" Jack sighed, rolling his eyes at the tea boy.

"You always say that and then you do and then you want me to help you fix it," Ianto chastised, frowning at him as he put the odd bracelet away. "We don't know what it does or what to do with it, so leave it alone until we find out." 

"I will!" He said, hands up in mock surrender. He caught him by the waist and tugged him to him, grinning at him. "How about I meet you in my bedroom in ten minutes and I'll..." He smirked, nipping at his lips. "Appreciate you?" 

Ianto smiled playfully, gasping softly when Jack gripped his buttocks through his trousers, kissing him deeply. He shuddered softly in his hands, linking his wrists around his neck. "You'd better make it worth it, dear." 

He grinned, suckling at his neck and pecking his jawline. "Ohoh, Ianto, you know I will. Now get this sweet ass downstairs." 

Ianto tore himself away, walking to the door, slowly undoing his jacket and his tie. Jack chuckled in his throat, watching him go and biting his lip. "Be right there, sweetheart." 

"Don't be long. Wouldn't want to start without you..." He teased, winking before dropping out of sight. 

Jack chuckled, going back to his computer, closing and settling things, rushing, knowing what he had waiting for him just a few floors below. 

He hopped up, slipping his suspenders off his shoulders and heading for the door. He stalled, looking at the bracelet Ianto had put away, something a woman bought at a pawn shop that somehow resulted in immaculate conception in her sister. 

"Not messing, just looking," he assured himself, gently taking it from it's shelf, turning it over just to look at it. "Ow!" He exclaimed, getting pricked on God know's what. He dropped it, sucking his injured finger, scowling. "Damn it," he spat, snatching it up again and tossing it to its' shelf. 

"Ja-ack! I'm starting without you!" Ianto called from far off. Jack grinned into a low growl, rushing out the door, leaving his tie in his wake. 

"Don't get too far ahead!" 

~*~

Jack yawned, eyes blinking open slowly as he woke. He stretched slowly, looking around to find Ianto.

The Welshman was sitting up in bed, staring at him, wide-eyed, not speaking or meeting his gaze. "Ianto, what are you looking at?" 

"Wh- I- You-" He stammered, still staring at his stomach. "Jack, look at yourself!" 

He followed his stare and his jaw dropped. 

"Oh shit."

"Jack," Ianto breathed, swallowing hard. "Are...are you, pregnant?"

He sat up, running his hand over the bump, rolling his eyes. "God damn it, not again."