Challenge 888 - Not enough room
Oct. 26th, 2025 05:06 pmTitle: Not enough room
Character: Ianto, Jez Holton
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Length: 200 words
Content notes: None
Author notes: Written for Challenge 888 - Full at
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Summary: Ianto is finding he has less and less room to accommodate things. A double drabble.
Ianto waddled across the hub just about as gracefully as he could manage, pausing at the top of the medical bay steps to massage his back and then rub his stomach. 'Have you got a minute?' he asked their medic.
Jez gave him a smile. 'I've always got a full plate but I'll make an exception for you. Not every day you're going to have a baby or three.'
'Thanks,' Ianto said, making his way carefully down the steps.
'What seems to be the problem?'
'Nothing serious, I hope,' Ianto replied, resting a hand on his stomach. 'Just feel so full, like I'm going to pop any moment.' If he'd been a woman he might not have worried, but men didn't usually do this sort of thing and perhaps his body wasn't capable of accommodating.
Jez poked and gently prodded. 'Everything is a little tight,' Jez replied. 'Any nausea?'
'A bit earlier, but I took Gwen's ginger beer advice, and that did the trick.'
'How much?'
'Two bottles. One for the nausea, and the other just because I was thirsty.'
'Right, well that will explain it. It's just gas. I'd steer clear of fizzy drinks. Otherwise you really might pop.'
Ianto waddled across the hub just about as gracefully as he could manage, pausing at the top of the medical bay steps to massage his back and then rub his stomach. 'Have you got a minute?' he asked their medic.
Jez gave him a smile. 'I've always got a full plate but I'll make an exception for you. Not every day you're going to have a baby or three.'
'Thanks,' Ianto said, making his way carefully down the steps.
'What seems to be the problem?'
'Nothing serious, I hope,' Ianto replied, resting a hand on his stomach. 'Just feel so full, like I'm going to pop any moment.' If he'd been a woman he might not have worried, but men didn't usually do this sort of thing and perhaps his body wasn't capable of accommodating.
Jez poked and gently prodded. 'Everything is a little tight,' Jez replied. 'Any nausea?'
'A bit earlier, but I took Gwen's ginger beer advice, and that did the trick.'
'How much?'
'Two bottles. One for the nausea, and the other just because I was thirsty.'
'Right, well that will explain it. It's just gas. I'd steer clear of fizzy drinks. Otherwise you really might pop.'
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Date: 2025-10-26 10:50 am (UTC)