Author's note: This is just a light-hearted chapter to explain what Gwen is doing whilst the others are at the Hub. It's quite a long chapter, but I don't think it's a long as the first one. Again, I appreciate reviews and comments - I like getting feedback from people. :)

Gwen loved Monday mornings. She was aware that Monday mornings weren't usually seen as the best day of the week by most people in general, but for Gwen, it was her day off from the insane, non-stop world of Torchwood. This was a plus for Rhys, her husband, too; although he usually had to leave for work at 9am, he could still wake up next to his wife and cook her breakfast, instead of waking up to discover that his wife has already left for work two hours earlier.

Gwen awoke at around 10:30am. She could vaguely remember being woken up by Rhys at 8:30 to tell her that his boss and co-worker had phoned in sick, so it was pointless him going into work on his own, meaning he had the day off today too; but she must have fallen asleep again straight after. She was glad; she needed as much sleep that she could get with her job.

The sunlight streamed though the partly open blinds when she awoke, warming her insides. The duvet had been rested gently over the top of her and even better; she could smell the gorgeous smell of pancakes diffusing up from the kitchen downstairs. She was surprised not to be woken up by Rhys shouting and swearing as he attempted to flip the pancakes in the pan, something that didn't usually manage to do successfully.

Gwen stretched and sat up slowly. She got dressed into what she considered her 'slouching around the house' clothes – black jeans, red t-shirt and bunny slippers that she received from Rhys for her Birthday – and made her way into the kitchen. The smell got stronger as she got closer to the kitchen, and her stomach rumbled like thunder. Rhys looked in her direction when she dragged herself through the door to the kitchen and gave her a big smile.

"Morning love, I left you asleep as long as possible, what with that job keeping you up till all hours," Rhys said as he tipped a pancake out onto a plate which already had another large pancake on. He handed the plate to Gwen along with the bottle of syrup, but Gwen put the back down onto the kitchen counter again. She smiled back at Rhys and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him into a tight hug.

"Thanks Rhys, really appreciate it," she beamed, pulling away and kissing him for a second or two. Rhys snaked his arms around Gwen's waist and kissed her back.

"Aw, no problem. You looked so shattered yesterday, thought I would cook. You'll probably choke and die as soon as you bite into it, but it's the thought that counts."

"Shut up, it's probably fine. You've made pancakes before and we're both still alive, aren't we?"

"Yeah, I suppose we are!" Rhys laughed, "I love you."

"Love you too. Come on, they'll be cold."

Gwen and Rhys picked up their plates and the syrup bottle and sauntered to the kitchen table together. Gwen noticed that the cutlery, lemon juice and a bowl of sugar were already laid out on the table, and she smiled a beaming smile again.

"So. What'd you want to do today? We've got the whole day,"

Rhys asked, taking a bite of a pancake.

"Don't know, really… we could go to the bay, just have wander?"

"Mm… too close to home. I fancy going somewhere different for a change."

"We could go to Barry or Porthcawl, sit on the beach, If you fancy a beach day? I heard the weather's meant to be alright down Barry way."

"Yeah, could do…" Gwen half-heartedly agreed.

"You don't sound too convinced."

"You know, I was just thinking that we could spend a day at home. Watch a film or something, have an early night." Gwen looked Rhys in the eyes and shot him a half smile.

"Oh, yeah, could do, if that's what you fancy doing. Sounds nice."

Their small-talk conversation went on for the duration of their breakfast, and when they finished, they held hands over the table and talked some more. They hadn't had chance to just sit and talk for a while and they both enjoyed it. It was a shame they both had to go back to work in the morning.

The next few hours consisted of sitting in the lounge with popcorn and a box of chocolates, watching endless rom-coms on the TV. Gwen made Rhys promise not to moan, and said that he could choose the next film. She sent Rhys out to the nearest shop after the first film finished to buy some alcohol and he came back with as much cheap wine and beer as he could get with £20. Money was a bit tight recently so they couldn't afford to be extravagant, but all the same, they still enjoyed themselves. Sitting down with wine and junk food wasn't something either of them could do often, so now that they had the chance to do it together, they made the most of it.

After the second movie of the day, Rhys said "What do you want to do tonight?"

"Don't know, what are you thinking?" Gwen replied. She had her head resting on Rhys's chest, and she lifted herself up to look at him while she spoke.

"Well, seeing as you're usually working late, I thought I'd take you out somewhere for a meal. Anywhere you want, and I'll pay."

"Sounds good to me," Gwen said quietly as she kissed Rhys. He gently ran his fingers through her hair as he returned it, and traced soft patterns on her back with his fingers. Gwen laid her head back down onto his chest and made small circles on his waist with one finger. By now it was only 4pm, and Gwen was falling asleep already.

The next thing Gwen heard was Rhys saying her name quietly and running his hands through her hair again. She slowly opened her eyes and blinked a few times, adjusting to the light of the room.

"What happened?" Gwen mumbled as she looked around the room and then back at Rhys.

"You fell asleep, love. You must be tired." Rhys told her. He reached across to the coffee table and picked up a mug. "I made you a cuppa."

"Oh, thanks love. Why didn't you wake me up?"

"I didn't want to. You looked so shattered; I thought I'd leave you where you were."

"What's the time? How long was I asleep?" Gwen asked. She yawned, sat up with her feet up on the sofa, stretched, and pulled a brown fluffy blanket over her legs. Rhys must have put it there when she fell asleep. She shivered, and Rhys put his arm around her waist.

"About an hour or so? It's five o'clock," Rhys replied, kissing Gwen's forehead. Gwen wrapped herself Rhys and tightly hugged him. "Are we still going out tonight? I quite fancy a steak, myself, and I'm too lazy to cook," he asked.

"Yep, definitely! What time shall we go?"

"Soon? If we go and get ready, we could be out by six, then we could aim to be back by about nine and have an early night." Gwen nodded in approval and smiled.

An hour or so later, Gwen and Rhys were ready to go. They decided to go to a place called Giovanni's in Cardiff City Centre. Rhys had been sat in the lounge waiting for Gwen for about fifteen minutes. This usually happened when they went out somewhere – why did females take twice as long as males to get ready? However, at 6pm, Rhys took back his thoughts when Gwen walked into the lounge in the sexiest dress he'd seen. The dress was black, and came just below her knees, and she matched it with a sparkly black cardigan. Her hair was curled into tight curls. Her shoes were also black – they were four inch stiletto heels, and she made walking in them look easy. Overall, she looked stunning, and from Rhys's facial expression, he seemed to agree.

"Babes, you look… I can't even think of an adjective. Wow!" Gwen laughed at him.

"Come on, man, control yourself!" Gwen joked. She had a small black clutch bag in her hand which she put down onto the kitchen counter to check if she had her purse and phone. Rhys stood up from the sofa, walked towards Gwen, and while putting an arm around her waist, he said "How can an ugly mug like me manage to marry someone as beautiful as you, Miss Cooper?"

"Shut up. You're gorgeous," she said as Rhys pulled a stupid face. She laughed, showing the gap in her front teeth. "Let's get going, muppet."