When Ianto’s panicked call had come in, Owen had dropped everything, grabbed his medical bag and hared out of the Hub in nothing flat. He didn’t even remember the drive.
“Shit, shit, shit! Why now? I’m not ready for this! I may never be ready for this!” Still, he was glad he’d had the foresight to set up everything they’d need in a spare room in Jack and Ianto’s spacious apartment.
He ignored the lift, just ran up the stairs and straight through the open door. Panting, he tried to regain his composure.
“Alright, you two. Ready to become parents?”