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Ianto felt nauseous.
He had to run to the bathroom to throw up. While he was in there puking up he wondered what he's eaten that made him so violently ill, as opposed to the mild nausea he had felt in the past few weeks.
Jack stood watching in the doorway, concerned.
"Are you OK?" he asked once Ianto had stopped dry heaving and Ianto nodded
Jack left as Ianto washed his face and returned minutes later with some lemon water and a few crackers to see it if helped, saying his wife Sarah had used this remedy.
Ianto nibbled on a cracker and drank the water, finally feeling better.
"Rest" Jack said softly as he took the glass and kissed Ianto's forehead, "Tomorrow when I'm finished with the new hub we'll ask Martha to give you a once over, yeah?"
Ianto pulled a face as he agreed, knowing the scar would be brought up.
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Next morning Martha was waiting for him and Ianto huffed as he saw the scanner already laid out, "You two been talking about me again?"
"Come on ya baby!" she scoffed, "Or I'll call him in!"
"No!" Ianto said with horror, "Please, I .. I don't want a fuss. It's probably an ulcer."
"So … symptoms?" she asked as if she didn't know, hoping he might supply more.
He didn't disappoint, "Bloated, a little more tired than normal. And the throwing up thing."
He didn't mention his dreams, best not give them power in the daylight, such horrible images.
"All right, let me evaluate you and we can go from there" she smiled. She looked him over, looking at the scar and then his face, moving on to look him over from head to toe. She listened to his heart, then belly for any sounds of a murmur.
She frowned, staring at him and he frowned back with puzzlement.
"What?" he asked as she straightened up, staring at him still.
"Probably nothing, could be your new body parts, I need to take a look, OK?"
"This gel will be a bit cold in your belly" she said as she squirted some onto his skin and he gasped, then laughed weakly as she placed the ultrasound wand on it.
She looked totally confused and now he was worried.
She wiped off the machine and picked up the pictures she had printed, frowning some more.
OK, now he was freaked.
Maybe he did need Jack in here.
"I'm not dying am I?" he tried a joke but it fell flat.
"No .. look, I don't know how to say this. Based on these ultra sound pictures … you have a uterus and .. Christ, a living baby." She stumbled over her words and Ianto gaped.
Ianto started to laugh, then saw that she was serious and his laugher died off.
"You're kidding right?" Ianto spluttered, "Owen … Owen would have noticed something like a uterus, he .. god, his hands have been in me. He never said … shit."
"Based on what I see you have a uterus inside you" Martha said gently, "How you got pregnant, I have no idea. I can do an amniocentesis test in a week or so for a DNA test, assuming you don't want me to remove the uterus and fetus now."
"You mean baby" Ianto sat up and slapped his hands over his stomach with horror, "This is a baby, not a … a blob. You are not doing anything to it!"
"You do realize what this would mean?" Martha asked softly.
"Breasts, milk, mood swings, hormone changes … god. If ... if it lives. What if ... what if it dies in there?" Ianto whimpered.
"Then I will operate and remove it" Martha replied softly.
"NO!" Ianto was wide eyed as his hands spread more protectively, "It's mine!"
Martha reached out and cupped his cheek as she tried to soothe him, her heart clenching for him.
"How did this happen? How? I don't have eggs, how is this even possible?" Ianto whispered, "This is enough to do your head in just thinking about it."
"There is an anomaly with a small tube from your anal tract to the uterus, that's what is supplying the blood flow. It's entirely possible there were eggs all along, just in the uterus. I don't know how the uterus grew, or created eggs. Anal sex definitely provided the sperm" Martha explained, "Maybe it didn't need an egg, just sperm and the DNA from your blood as a nutrient? Could be a piece of tech you handled, could have been a birth defect all along, maybe something else."
"Something alien you mean?" Ianto snorted, "How far along am I? I've been back … what, two months?"
"Well, twelve to fifteen weeks, I don't know until you let me look again, I was so shocked I didn't take measurements" she sighed, "You were likely with child before you woke."
"It's mine" Ianto said sullenly, "All I need to know."
"And Jack?"
"When I'm ready" Ianto said with new horror.
What if he didn't want this baby?
What if he didn't want him?