Owen gazed up at her. He wasn't worried so much as just surprised. Such a quickened state of pregnancy, advancing at such a rate. That in itself could be problematic for her and the rate the child grew. It wasn't that he was afraid she would be harmed so much as he never had contemplated a pregnancy moving so fast.
"Well why would a baby kick. Er," he stammered. "Being lucky enough to be inside of you." He smiled. "Well, I would say I could look at you, but I... I'm not sure if there is a Torchwood in this world. If you are married to Owen, there must be one. No?"