The Doctor had to admit it was. He wondered what it would look like when it was born; if it would have its mother's dark hair and vivid green eyes, or any of its father's features. (Who was the father, anyway?)

"I could help with the ultrasounds," his mouth said before he could stop it. Damn. "The screwdriver can do just about anything."

He was going to pull it out of his trench coat pocket and demonstrate, but it meant risking the bowl of jelly babies so he didn't. "Who's the father?" he asked casually.