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Ianto sat watching Martha as she fussed about the room, his first time in the lower level area she was turning into her med bay.
The white coat was perhaps a little bit much and he was transported back in his mind to the hub's med bay with Owen swinging around equipment, his white coat flapping as he eagerly snatched at a new piece of tech to try out while trying to convince Ianto to let him use him as a guinea pig.
"Was just thinking about Owen" he said aloud.
"Yeah?" she smiled, her white teeth flashing.
"His coat."
"Would you rather I not wear it?" she asked softly, "It is just habit."
"No, no. Its part of your craft" he smiled, "Owen said it was like an extra tool in the kit."
She snorted softly as she imagined him saying that and she stepped closer, reaching out to stroke his cheek.
"Right. Let's do this scan" she prompted and he swung his feet up to lay back on the bed.
She applied the gel and he yelped at the cold, making them both giggle softly as she whispered, "Pussy."
"Just because you are wearing the coat, it doesn't make you Owen" he replied with a soft snigger.
She looked at the screen, turning it so Ianto could watch and the strong heartbeat filled the room.
"Wow" Ianto sighed, watching his child.
"A hand, a little nose … wow. You are further along than I thought, Jesus, look. He's looking grand!" she grinned.
"No, I know my dates" he frowned, "This looks like a far more advanced baby than it is supposed to be." Ianto frowned, "I can see little fingers and ... wow. How old is it based on size?"
"Well … god you're right. It's almost twenty weeks .. god. Maybe even twenty five" she gasped, "It's growing faster than normal."
"Yeah, but what is normal for a male pregnancy with Predator DNA?" he said, then grinned, "Wow. Look, he's moving."
Jack had entered and was leaning over the chair with a hand on Martha's shoulder, "Aw man. Look at those wee fingers."
"Wow" Ianto seemed stuck on that word, unable to find another that fitted his awe.
"Look!" Jack gasped, pointing at the screen, "His wee legs!"
Martha glanced over at Ianto who had gone still as he stared with wonder.
"Jack. Look." He said softly, "Our child is either a tripod or a boy!"
Jack crouched and made a small noise of disbelief as Martha reached out and taped the screen with a fingernail.
"Yep, definitely a boy" she grinned, "A strong little boy!"
"Wow" Ianto breathed.
Jack erupted, leaping in the air, punching out and whooping with glee.
Rhys came running with a look of worry, mistaking the noises and he got a front row seat to a Jack Harkness Happy Dance.
"A boy!" Jack crowed, "I made a boy!"
"I believe I helped" Ianto said dryly and Martha started to laugh as Jack leapt around the bed, still yahooing.
"What!" Andy came squeaking into the room with Mickey fighting to get past the chair.
"A BOY!" Jack roared at Mickey, who roared back and slapped his arms around him.
The two men jumped up and down on the spot as Ianto trolled his eyes.
"Well, guess I know what he wants" Martha said softly.
"Don't' worry" Ianto answered, "I've seen him cuddling Anwen. He will want anything he can smother quietly in the corner."
She giggled as she hugged him, then wiped away the gel and shooed the others out, leaving Jack to help Ianto pull his shirt back on.
"You're growing me a little boy" Jack whispered gleefully, still unable to be calm about it.
"Jack?"
"Yeah, my prefect little baby maker?"
"Stop it!" he scolded then smiled, "We need to talk about Gwen. I got such a bad vibe off her."
"I know baby" he sighed as he helped Ianto down from the table and took a moment to kiss him as though his life depended in it.
In a way, for Jack … it did.