This chapter is a jump ahead in the time line of the story. It makes sense though. Promise. I am so happy that I found my manuscript and I hope you are too. I still don't own anything.

Four months passed without incident. Well…for Torchwood, Gwen, and Owen anyway. Cravings, fight, aliens, fight, all better, alien, walking in on Ianto and Jack, craving, crying, hug, bed. And that was daily.

Owen was changing, Jack would joke that becoming a dad was making him soft. But in truth he really was becoming a kinder, more loving, patient person. He was the first one to run out to get a curry with a side of mint chocolate chip ice cream. He even tolerated the team calling him and Gwen, 'mum and dad'. He was still as sarcastic as ever, but he didn't have the same philosophy he once had. There were reasons to keep living.

Of course, being seven months gone, Gwen was quite large. She never complained about the weight or being as big as a barge, but the clothes were murder. She couldn't very well go into a maternity shop and ask for the ass kicking mommy to be section. But something that would match with a pair of combat boots would be nice. So she settled with the pastel colors and ruffles and frills and even the jeans with elastic in the waistband, but only because there was no alternative. The team was supportive and understanding. Ianto had even set up a baby care station with a bassinette, rocking chair, and a lovely little changing table. Jack would always say that the baby would have five parents instead of two and that the Hub would be more of a home to it than its actual house. Tosh was the only one not on board with the jokes. At first they all thought that it was because she fancied Owen, but when they asked her about it, she just pursed her lips and said,

"I just don't do kids. Especially not babies." To which Gwen laughed and said,

"It's still my baby. Not yours. We'll keep out of your way." Tosh felt better after that. She even put up a framed sonogram in the med-bay.

The baby clock was winding down and everyone was on edge. Jack had decided that when Gwen went into labor, everyone would be alerted by a 'Code Pastel' and everyone would come together. He was even running drills based on locations. Whether Gwen was at home, work, or elsewhere, she and everyone else, was able to get to the hospital in less than twenty minutes.

Unfortunately, the only detail they hadn't nailed down was a name. Everyone had thrown out their suggestions but none of them really seemed to stick. Gwen was convinced that they would know their baby's name when they saw it, but Owen wasn't sure. It was a huge concession already that they didn't know the gender. But not having a name was driving Owen barmy.

They were all developing and growing into, not just a battle and baby ready team, but a family.