Rhys wasn't half the man Jack was, and Gwen knew it. She loved Rhys, but since she joined Torchwood, that love had morphed into a love more like, best friends, but not lovers and certainly not spouses. Jack, however, would bring down the moon for her. She wouldn't be surprised if at some point he hadn't tried.
She couldn't pretend like that American accent didn't give her chills when he walked into a room, taking control of a situation with such confidence that she believed that under Jack's care everything was possible. One day maybe she would be able to leave Rhys for that gorgeous dark haired man she worked for. She would love that.
On the other hand… she saw the look Ianto gave him. They were together and probably would be for a while, so until that ended…If that ended, she would settle for the man who promised her forever, even though in the end, only Jack could truly follow through with that. Even though it broke her heart to see the unspoken conversation between the Captain and the Tea-boy, she would sit by and watch and wait. It would be her turn one day, and when it came, she would jump at it faster then a weevil on a box of steaks.
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She was pregnant. She was…speechless. She always wanted to be a mum, but on the other hand, it wasn't Jack's, it was Rhys' baby. She didn't know whether or not that devalued the life inside of her. No. Never. No matter what that child was hers. Half hers anyway. She didn't love Rhys that way, but he had given her the greatest gift in her life.
She stood by the scanner in the med-bay, and saw the flashing red light inside of her. Jack was next to her. It made her smile that for once in this whole ordeal, she could act like the little creature inside of her was his. Jack knowing before Rhys made her happy. Was that sick? Maybe, but on the other hand, that's all she wanted. Jack's child, not Rhys', but mostly, she just wanted her baby.
On the other hand she really didn't know what she wanted.