Dalton was getting bored of the quiet evenings at home. Even though his ‘son’ from the future had said he needed to take it easy. Maybe it was because he was so high strung that he may end up hurting the little one growing. Not that he wanted to even think about that. His denial stage had come and gone, especially since he actually started showing. The curse of wearing shirts that actually didn’t make him look like he was showing off the muscles that he had gotten from working in Scotland’s Torchwood division. He never wanted to look like he was crying for attention, he never wanted to look like he was crying but that came easier lately. Personally if Fred had allowed him he would just lock himself in his room and work from there until everything had come and past.
Than he would lock himself in his room with the baby on the other side of the door. Maybe that was why the thought of moving was seemingly becoming more and more of a reality. Other than Susan’s scary grandfather. He didn’t want to seem like he was relying on the girls for assistance. Like he couldn’t do anything on his own. Maybe Charlie was rubbing off on him more than he knew, becoming more and more stubborn with accepting help from others that he didn’t even think that he even needed it anymore. He could do everything on his own. Even though he ended up going to the only person who didn’t want him to come to her…simply because she was the only one he could open up too.
Simply because she was the only one he couldn’t actually say what he wanted to around to. Even if she was the only one he actually felt like he could talk back too. Considering her position in Torchwood? That was not a good thing.
Tosh had been the only one he could think of at the moment. He felt comfortable around her. Half of him was wondering if he was ever going to make male friends when all the ones he spoke to on a regular basis was women. That made him make a slight face, especially at himself. Resting one hand over his face with a small sigh before realizing he was indeed, on the phone with Tosh. He’d have to make a note of talking to someone that…wasn’t ‘Doctor’ anything. Possibly that Ianto fellow he’d heard about or just surprise himself by meeting the man who he was going to name his baby after. His smile widened a bit at her laugh before laying on his side, worrying his bottom lip a tiny bit. “I’m fine…just sitting here and kinda wondering if you were doing anything?”
Should he really consider anything his mind was considering in his ‘condition’? He narrowed his eyes at some part of his inner commentary before pushing himself to sit up, picking at the hem of his jeans and shaking his leg nervously before rolling his eyes at himself. He was officially a big idiot. “Or wondering if you were bored as me and wanted to escape before electronics got possessed by aliens and decided to overtake the world?” His thought process stopped at that for a moment, mouthing ‘what an idiot’ to himself before worrying his bottom lip. “…As you can tell…I’m…uh…I’ve had time to think up that scenario.” It was better than thinking about Margaret when he truly thought about it.
But than he’d be thinking about Margaret so…no. Part of him had half the mind to email that Ten fellow, just because he was a doctor and Dalton actually needed one who wouldn’t turn him into the government as a science experiment. Though he doubted he was the medical sort of Doctor. That and he didn’t know the Ten guy’s email address so that was a moot point all together. He scooted up on his bed, leaning back against the headboard and rubbing his stomach. “So…uh…are you? Unless you are in which I will totally hang up now and probably go see what pixie stix do for Simba.” Even though he was afraid of the results of that little experiment. He was about to open his mouth before glancing down and giving a small frown.