[John's eyes are wide, could be called frightened if not for the massive grin stretching even his perpetually crooked mouth wide. Reaching out, he lays a hand over the spot where Ianto had pressed his mouth, and after a minute his breath catches.]

Holy shit, that's a foot. [He breathes the words reverently, staring at his own hand.] That's a little goddamn foot right there...

[Ianto settles back to tuck himself against Jack's side, head propped in his hand again with a smile of his own.]

Getting beat up by my own unborn child is almost worth it to see John here get sappy over baby kicks.

[John flips off Ianto good-naturedly, then leans over to press a kiss of his own to the tiny swell of a foot pressing against Jack's belly.]

Watch. She's gonna be a swimmer like Ian, with legs like that.