“Motherhood suits her,” Ianto said with a smile. “I’ve never seen her look more contented.”
“I know what you mean,” Jack agreed. “It’s surprising though, she never really struck me as the maternal type. Not until now, anyway.
“You can never really tell what someone’s capable of until they’re tested. She did rather get thrown in at the deep end, but she’s taken to it like a duck to water.”
Although it wasn’t her baby, she’d accepted the foundling without hesitation. Now she showed him off like any proud mother.
“Yes, Janet, he’s a beautiful baby Weevil,” Ianto assured her.