"I had a dream once. I would rank highest in my police division, doing so making me head officer, Rhys and I would get married, have a couple kids, I knew he'd make a great dad. But that all changed when I started working for Torchwood. Rhys began to feel neglected and that we were spreading farther apart, and he was right. But at least I tried to make it work. I TRIED to make it home on time. I TRIED to make him dinner once in a while. I TRIED to love him. But, no, he just shrugged it off and let it happen. And then I found out he was cheating on me. With Angela my best friend more or less. I KNEW he was cheating on me for a long while; I just shrugged it off like he did with us. Then one day I decided to come home early, surprise him with his favorite dessert. And that's how I found them, Rhys and Angela, in OUR, no, MY bed. I screamed and screamed until I just gave up. I couldn't bare living there anymore, so I left. I stayed with Tosh, still am actually, and I was fine. Perfectly fine. All the pressure of trying to keep the relationship intact was just lifted off my shoulders. What a stress reliever, huh? But even though I was relieved, it still hurt. I fought my emotions for weeks, until it was just too much to handle. I just suddenly broke down, you know? The worse part about it was I wasn't alone. I was at my workstation in the Hub. Tosh tried to comfort me, bless her, but I just couldn't stop. Until Owen came around. He was wearing his lab coat, the one with all the pins on it, and he made it better. Something about the sweet nothings he whispered in my ear was just so comforting. We stayed that way for a while. Him whispering in my ear comfortingly, myself sobbing uncontrollably. He said to Tosh that he'd take the 'Gwen Shift' for that night; I didn't even know they were doing shifts. But I didn't care, as long as I had Owen to comfort myself with. After a couple of weeks of Owen on the 'Gwen Shift,' the shagging started. That really helped, and I realized something, no matter how complicated my life may get, I've got Owen. For a casual shagging or a shoulder to cry on. So, yes, Owen bloody Harper, I will accept your proposal." I finished smiling gaily.
"Really?" Owen asked.
"Yes, really, you bloody idiot." I answered, not being able to control my happiness.
And that's how I became Mrs. Doctor Owen Harper.