DISCLAIMER: As much as I would like to say that I own the characters here, I only own a handful – and that is a loose estimate as they are based on real live folks. That being said, this is for entertainment purposes only. I hope it does what it says it does on the label.

It had been six months since Gwen and Rhys made their announcement, and their wedding date was roughly two months away.

"I'm a cow," Gwen lamented from her seat on the couch.

"But you're a beautiful cow," Rhys tried to help, knowing nothing he said would be right.

"Not helping." She confirmed, scowling at him.

"Then what would?" He was trying to be supportive, he really was. But for the last four months, he'd had to listen to her changing her mind endlessly on such varied topics as the colors of the wedding (how could she possibly wear white now!) to what theme to make the nursery (no, Rhys, 'green' is not a theme – it's a color. And no, 'trees' is not a theme either, can you please stop trying to help now?). Frankly, he was tired of the whole situation and ready for it all to be over.

"Rhys..." Gwen's tone changed considerably."Do you still have those sticky buns that Ianto and Erin brought by?"

Hoping that sugar would switch her mood, he looked in the cabinet and found the white wax paper box. "Looks like there's just the one."

She flashed her most pitiful look at him before breaking into a giant grin. "You spoil me, Rhys Williams."

Handing her the box and a napkin, he sat down beside her. "You deserve it, Gwen Cooper."

She put her head on his shoulder and he could feel her jaw working the snack. Gwen supposed she was lucky to have a man like him around. Though he could be thick, he was truly the sweetest man she had ever met. There was nothing that he wouldn't do for her – as he had proven more than one night by going out and trying to fill her odd craving requests (yes, Rhys, Flake and peanut butter – but not the crunchy kind like we have here). She supposed she didn't deserve him sometimes, but the past was past and she had moved on.

Rhys was now flipping channels, something that had, as of late, really begun to drive Gwen bonkers. She had tried her best to bite her tongue, but it just didn't happen. "Rhys, love, can you just not?"

"But how am I going to find anything to watch?" He sighed, ceasing momentarily from the whirl-wind pace he had set for himself.

Gwen returned the sigh, holding the pastry with one hand and gesturing. "We get a TV Times. You could use that, maybe?"

"You want me to hunt that up and spend time looking for the right page, then?" He raised his eyebrows at her.

She nodded, her own eyebrows hidden by her bangs. "You could."

"I am not wasting good time to do that when I can change around until I find something, Gwen." He had to put his foot down at some point, and now seemed as good a time as any.

She turned to the man sharing the couch with her and covered his hands with hers as best she could. "Rhys, love, please don't take this the wrong way when I say what I am about to say." She waited for him to nod, but only got a blank stare. "If you don't get up and get the listings and use that to find something to watch, I will feed you to a Weevil. And I say this with nothing but love." She nodded to show him that this was no joke.

Rhys got the sudden impression that he should not laugh at her no matter how amusing she was being and he tried to bite it back, but failed miserably. Peals of laughter rolled from the man, and he was unable to stop it. Gwen's face began to twitch a bit, and not in a good way. "Gwen, maybe you should calm down," he tried to soothe her by rubbing the back of her neck.

"Well, maybe, Rhys, you should try not bossing me around! How about you carry this bowling ball around for a while? I think it's just about your turn!" She plucked his hand from her and slapped it away. "It's either that or you get to take care of this thing for nine months without me!"

She was just getting geared up, he knew, so he was grateful to hear the phone ring. Throwing himself across the room, he answered the cordless, "Hello?"

"Rhys? How are things?" Jack's voice came clearly over the handset.

The man let himself sigh and held the receiver slightly from his ear to share the rant Gwen was currently on. He could hear Jack chuckle as he returned it to his ear. "That answer it for you?"

"Sorry to hear that. Do you think I could talk to her?" Rhys was sure he could hear Jack wincing on the other end of the phone.

"Be my guess," Rhys pressed the phone into her hand before walking into the bedroom to hide.

"What?!" She blurted into the phone roughly, angry that someone had interrupted her.

"What's wrong, Princess?" Jack spoke to her softly, hoping it would work to change her mind. He was not disappointed.

"Oh, Jack!" She broke down. "Rhys is being mean!"

"How?" He knew if he could sympathize with her enough that he could talk to 'Proper Gwen' rather than 'Batshit-Crazy-with-Baby-Hormones Gwen'.

"He's flipping the channels and trying to find something to watch!" She sobbed into the phone.

"Should I bring over our copy of TV Times?" Jack was trying to be helpful.

Gwen pulled her face away from the receiver and yelled into the bedroom. "See Rhys?! Jack said he'll bring you the schedule!" She stage whispered into the phone. "Thank you. What was it that you needed again? You didn't call just to bust Rhys did you?"

"No, no," Jack came back to reality with her. "I wanted to know if you guys were up for some company tonight. Joey has been asking for his 'Ant Gwen' and 'Unca Reese'. We'll bring takeaway."

The woman's mouth began to water at the thought of a spicy curry and she answered before consulting Rhys, knowing he wouldn't mind. "Please do!"

"Okay then, we'll be there around six." Jack smiled, hoping she could hear it in his voice.

"Yay!" Gwen clapped. "See you then!" She hung up and tip-toed toward where she knew Rhys would be hiding from her. "Jack and Susan and the kids are bringing dinner." She leaned in the doorway. "I'm sorry about that back there."

Looking up from where he sat on the bed reading, Rhys smiled. "I know, and I love you for it. Come over here, Gwen Cooper."

She crossed to the bed and flopped into his arms. "I love you too. Why do you put up with me?"

"That's simple," he had, indeed, thought and thought on that from the moment he met her. "It's because you are my everything."