"Jack," Gwen smiled, "there's something I need to tell you."

"Go for it," Jack told her, leaning back in his chair.

"Promise me you won't take this the wrong way."

"You know I can't," Jack replied. Gwen's expression swayed him. "Oh, alright then."

"I'm pregnant."

"You're what? For a moment there, I thought you said you were pregnant. I think I'm having delusions."

"Jack."

"I'm sorry, Gwen. Is it Rhys'?"

"Who else's would it be?"

"You remember what happened at your wedding?"

Gwen slapped his arm. "Of course I do. We only retconned the guests."

"Good."

"So what are you going to say? Come on Jack, I need a reaction from you."

"I can't say I'm happy, but I'm pleased for you, Gwen. Finally one of us is having a life. Who knows, maybe one day your kid will end up working for us."

"I bloody hope not!"

"Gwen?"

"Think about it. I am not having my kid's life put in danger at this place, with the risk of being shot, or eaten, or shagged by you. Rhys and I have gone through enough with Torchwood. I am giving this baby the most normal life possible.

"Can I be it's godfather then?" Jack asked.

"I'll have to talk it over with Rhys," she began.

"Who else can you guarantee will take care of it all it's life?" Jack told her.

Gwen sighed. "Point taken. Look, I'd better get going, I'm supposed to be going out with Rhys tonight."

"Enjoy yourself." For once, there was an absence of sarcasm in Jack's voice.

Gwen nodded. "We will."

"Oh," Jack added with a grin, "If you're choosing baby names, put my vote as Jack. Or William. William Williams." Jack let out a laugh.

Shaking her head in disbelief, Gwen opened the door. "Goodnight, Jack,"