Weeks later, Owen sighed in relief as he climbed out of Gwen's car. The hospital had just told them he could go home and he was eager to leave.
As Gwen got out and went over to him, he placed his arm around her waist and smiled at her.
"It's bloody brilliant to be home. It was doing my head in being stuck in that fucking bed." He laughed.
"Really? It's been great having the flat to myself." She smiled.
"Well, if you're going to be like that, I'll just turn around and go back."
"No, I was only joking." She laughed. "I've missed you, a lot."
"That's what I like to hear." He grinned.
"Oi! I will send you back in a minute." She warned.
"Sorry, sorry. No, I've missed you too. Those hospital beds can get really lonely and none of the nurses would come and join me." He sighed. Gwen glared at him and he held his hands up in surrender. "I'm sorry, I couldn't resist."
Gwen hit him on the arm and rolled her eyes at him.
"Come on, let's get inside before I really do kill you." She mumbled.
Owen caught her arm as she went to go inside and spun her round to face him. He kissed her passionately and smiled.
"Am I forgiven?" He asked.
"It's going to take a lot more than that." She smirked.
"Sex! Yes, I get to shag again." Owen cheered.
Gwen blushed a deep shade of red as a woman walked past and stared at him.
"Get inside you." She hissed.
Owen laughed and ran inside. He sat down on the sofa and sighed in relief. He patted the seat next to him. Gwen sat down at his side and snuggled into him, breathing in his scent. Owen wrapped his arm around her placed his other hand on her stomach. Gwen, now two months pregnant, had a small bump showing under her t-shirt.
"I still can't believe I'm going to be a dad." He laughed.
"I know. It's unbelievable." She smiled.
"It's bloody brilliant." He laughed. He held her left hand in his and twisted the engagement ring around her finger. She frowned at him as he took it off her finger. "I want to do this properly." He slipped off the sofa and knelt down on one knee in front of her, still holding her hand. "Gwen Elizabeth Cooper, will you marry me?"
"I will." She smiled.
Owen slipped the ring back on her finger and kissed her hand. Gwen pulled him back onto the sofa next to her and curled into his side.
"So have you thought about any dates?" Owen asked.
"Not exactly." She said.
"What do you mean?" He asked.
"Well, I was thinking maybe some time soon because I don't want to be too fat when we get married."
"Gwen, you're pregnant. You're going to get big, it's not something you can avoid." Owen told her.
"I know, I know. I just…you're going to laugh at me." She sighed.
"No I won't. Tell me." He smiled.
"Well…if I'm big when we get married, I don't want to have to stop the wedding to go to the loo. Plus, I'll be all hormonal and I don't want to turn into some dragon on our wedding day." She moaned.
Owen bit the side of his cheeks to stop himself from laughing.
"Ok…so some time soon. How about…couple of week's time?" He shrugged.
"Do you think we'll be able to organise it quick enough?" She asked him.
"With help, I'm sure we'll be able to do it." Owen nodded.
"Ok, so…two weeks on Saturday?" Gwen suggested.
"Sounds good to me." Owen nodded.
Gwen beamed up at him and kissed him.
"I'll call Tosh and…maybe my mum. Oh God, I still need to tell my parents." Gwen panicked.
"Don't worry. Invite them down for the weekend and we'll tell them then." Owen said.
Gwen stared at Owen as if he'd asked her to sell her soul.
"They'll kill me. They don't even know about me and Rhys splitting up yet." She told him.
"Well then you'd best tell them." Owen insisted.
"Fine, but if I die, I'm taking you down with me." She warned.
"Fine, fine." Owen laughed.