If you'd told Johnny a few months ago that he'd be a father at some point, he'd have cussed you out and shoved you into a bin.

Settling down wasn't on the agenda. Starting a family even less, but with you he wanted to.

So here he lies in your shared bed, resting his hand on your belly to feel the little bugger kicking away like the troublemaker he'll no doubt be.

"Christ, kicking away like it's yer' damn right to," he chuckles, shaking his head in amused disbelief.