Double Drabble: Bulgy
Title: Bulgy
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Jack, Ianto.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 840: Round at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: With the baby bump getting ever bigger, Jack no longer feels like himself.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Jack gazed woefully down at his swollen belly; he looked like he’d swallowed a beachball, or something else large and round, and he could never decide whether the elastic waist of his trousers should be above or below his baby bulge. Above tended to be constricting after a few minutes, especially if he was sitting down, but below made him feel like his pants were falling down.
He sighed. Nothing was truly comfortable anymore. T-shirts rode up, leaving the bump uncovered, shirts wouldn’t button around it, and sweaters made him too hot. He’d long since had to give up wearing his normal clothes, which had been bad enough, but now even his faithful coat had been sidelined, so on top of everything else, he was suffering an identity crisis. How could he still be Captain Jack without his trademark greatcoat? His bottom lip wobbled.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” Ianto was right there, taking his hands and squeezing them.
“I don’t feel like me anymore. I don’t even LOOK like me! I’m all bulgy.”
“You look gorgeous, incredibly sexy,” Ianto assured him.
“You really mean that?”
“Of course I do. You always look incredibly sexy, whether you’re pregnant or not.”
“Thank you.”
The End
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Jack, Ianto.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 840: Round at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: With the baby bump getting ever bigger, Jack no longer feels like himself.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Jack gazed woefully down at his swollen belly; he looked like he’d swallowed a beachball, or something else large and round, and he could never decide whether the elastic waist of his trousers should be above or below his baby bulge. Above tended to be constricting after a few minutes, especially if he was sitting down, but below made him feel like his pants were falling down.
He sighed. Nothing was truly comfortable anymore. T-shirts rode up, leaving the bump uncovered, shirts wouldn’t button around it, and sweaters made him too hot. He’d long since had to give up wearing his normal clothes, which had been bad enough, but now even his faithful coat had been sidelined, so on top of everything else, he was suffering an identity crisis. How could he still be Captain Jack without his trademark greatcoat? His bottom lip wobbled.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” Ianto was right there, taking his hands and squeezing them.
“I don’t feel like me anymore. I don’t even LOOK like me! I’m all bulgy.”
“You look gorgeous, incredibly sexy,” Ianto assured him.
“You really mean that?”
“Of course I do. You always look incredibly sexy, whether you’re pregnant or not.”
“Thank you.”
The End