"Ow. Fuck, Lyssa, that hurt!" He let go of her stomach and stepped back, rubbing his shoulder where she plowed him one. Damn, she could hit. He'd have to start learning to duck quicker. He grabbed his beer and took a drink, looking at her.
Owen blinked. "Not sure. Have to do an ultrasound to be sure, but I think it is. From the last time we checked you, didn't see no... um, no little thing making it a boy." He winked at her. "You didn't ask so I thought you'd want to be surprised."
Then he looked over at Ianto. "Oh fuck I'm going to have a daughter. She's not dating till she's fucking fifty."