Ianto dragged a blanket from the closet, pulling it over Jack's body and kissing him softly before scooping up the baby and bringing him to the baby's bathroom, movements mechanical and sequential.
He washed the baby, speaking softly in Welsh to him as he cried at the surprise changes in temperature when Ianto got him out of the shirt. He bathed him carefully, supporting his head, and dressed him in a diaper that seemed too big and a onesie before feeding him infant formula, burping him mechanically and laying him down to sleep. Ianto sat down hard on the floor, still covered in blood and leaned back against the crib, eyes closed and listening to the baby breath for long minutes.
He rolled to his knees before standing and heading back to his bedroom.