The weekend passed painfully slow. Gwen's parents were shocked and a little upset she hadn't told them earlier. After they'd got over the initial shock, they began to get excited about being grandparents.
Gwen closed the door as they left and sighed.
"I'm glad that's over." She groaned.
"It wasn't that bad." Owen shrugged.
"Owen, my dad tried to pay you money to persuade me to go back to Rhys." Gwen argued.
"Yeah well…to be honest, I'd prefer Rhys as my son in law." He replied.
"Well then if we have a girl, maybe she can marry him." Gwen said sarcastically.
"It turned out alright in the end." He pointed out.
"Yeah, I guess. So, are we telling your parents next?" She sighed.
"Gwen, my father walked out when I was a kid and I haven't seen my mum for over eleven years. I don't think we have to worry about them." Owen said bitterly.
Gwen walked over to him and hugged him tight.
"I'm sorry, I forgot." She whispered.
"It's ok, honestly." He told her. Pulling her face up to his, he wrapped his other arm around her waist. "Fancy an early night?" He whispered.
She kissed him and smiled up at him. Owen grinned as she pushed him down on the sofa. He pulled her so she straddled him and kissed her passionately.
As Gwen began unbuttoning his shirt, the house phone rang.
"For God's sake." Gwen growled.
"Leave it. Whoever it is can piss off." Owen mumbled.
She kissed him again and took off his shirt. Owen quickly removed Gwen's t-shirt as the phone stopped ringing.
A couple of seconds later, Gwen's phone began to ring. She grabbed it off the side, growling in frustration. Jack's name was up on the screen.
"Jack, what the fuck do you want?" She demanded as she answered.
"Erm…sorry. I need Owen to come in, I would have called him but his phone's off." Jack explained.
Owen began trailing kisses down her neck and shoulder, making it almost impossible to talk.
"Can't he come in tomorrow?" She whispered before a moan escaped her lips.
"Oh God. Can you two not do that while you're on the phone?" Jack asked.
"No, you shouldn't have interrupted us." She argued.
Owen flipped them over so Gwen was underneath him on the sofa and began kissing the spots he knew drove her crazy, just to annoy Jack. She had to bite her lip to stop herself from screaming out. It didn't work.
Jack had to hold the phone away from his ear as Gwen moaned Owen's name loudly. He did not want to know what he was doing to her right now.
"Can you two please keep your hands off each other for a few seconds? Please." Jack begged.
Gwen sighed and pushed Owen off her.
"What is it Jack?" She mumbled.
"I need him to do an autopsy on a new species of alien. It flew through the rift and…well we don't quite know what happened to it." Jack explained.
"Can't it be done tomorrow?" Gwen sighed.
"No, sorry." Jack answered.
"Fine. Give us an hour." Gwen said before putting the phone down and throwing it across the room.
She pulled Owen back on top of her and kissed him passionately.
They ended up taking two hours after needing a shower and having another moment in the shower.
Jack rolled his eyes at them as they walked into the Hub, arms wrapped tightly around each other's waists. Gwen blushed slightly and avoided his gaze.
"Where's this corpse then?" Owen asked.
"It's down in the autopsy bay." Jack told him.
Owen let go of Gwen and made his way down. Gwen sat at her desk and spoke to Tosh.
"Tosh, I know it's a bit short notice but…well we've decided to have the wedding two weeks on Saturday. Could you help me organise it? There's just so much to do and not enough time." She asked.
"Sure, I'll come over tomorrow after work and we can get started if you want." Tosh nodded.
"Oh, that would be great. Thanks Tosh, you're a star." She smiled.
The next night, Tosh left the Hub with Gwen and Owen. Owen spent an hour dodging cushions thrown at him when he wouldn't take the plans seriously. Gwen finally had enough and chucked him out of the flat for an hour.
"Men." Tosh said, shaking her head.
"Men, I can deal with. Owen, on the other hand, is almost impossible." Gwen sighed.
Tosh was sat on the floor with magazines and leaflets surrounding her. Gwen sat down next to her, her hand over her stomach.
"Where do you want to start?" Tosh asked.
"I have no idea." Gwen shrugged.
"Ok…let's start with where you want the wedding to take place." Tosh said.
In the end they decided that the wedding would be held at the Thistle Parc Hotel, a posh four star hotel in Cardiff, Tosh would be bridesmaid. They had also written out the guest list, organised a caterer and band and chosen their dresses from a magazine. All that was left to do was decide who would be Owen's best man and to pick Owen's suit.
"We can sort those bits when he gets back." Gwen said.
"Hopefully he'll take it seriously this time." Tosh laughed.
"He will. Don't you worry about that. If he doesn't…there'll be trouble, big trouble." Gwen told her.
At that moment Owen walked in. He stopped as Tosh and Gwen stared at him.
"What?" He asked nervously.
"We need you to decide on a few things so you'd better take it seriously this time. If you don't there'll be consequences and you know what I mean." Gwen warned him.
Owen saw that she was serious and nodded.
"What do you need me to do?" He asked.
"First of all you need to decide who your best man's going to be." Tosh said.
"Oh, erm…Jack…no Ianto…no Jack. Oh I don't know." Owen sighed.
"Fine, Jack will be best man. Ianto can be usher, he's good at organising people. Does that sound good to you?" Gwen suggested.
"Yeah, that's fine." Owen nodded.
He sat down beside Gwen on the floor and took in all the magazines on the floor. He was glad Gwen had kicked him out when she did. There was just so much to a wedding, he thought his head was going to explode.
Gwen shoved a magazine into his hand.
"Now you need to decide what sort of suit you're going to wear. Tomorrow we'll all be going for fittings." Gwen told him.
"A suit? Do I really have to wear a suit?" He groaned.
"Yes." Tosh and Gwen shouted.
"Ok, ok…I'll wear a bloody suit." He sighed.
He flicked through the magazine and picked one. Tosh took the magazine from him and noted down the suit he'd picked.
"Right, I'd better get going. I'll get Jack and Ianto over in the morning and we can all go for our fittings." Tosh said.
"Thanks Tosh. See you tomorrow." Gwen smiled.
"Laters Tosh." Owen called as she left.
Gwen picked up the magazines and put them in a pile on the table. She smiled at the engagement ring on her finger. Looking over at Owen, she saw he was smiling at her too.
As she sat back down next to him, questions she'd wanted to ask in the past came back to her.
"Owen, can I ask you a few things?" She asked.
"Yeah sure." He nodded.
"You were in love with Diane, right?"
The question took him by surprise. He looked away before answering.
"Yes."
"So, if Diane were to come back some day…what would you do?" She asked nervously.
"That would never happen." He mumbled.
"But what if it did? Owen, please…tell me. What would you do?" She insisted.
Owen turned his head back to look at her. She was gazing at him, trying to read the answer from his expression.
"If Diane came back – which she won't, but if she did…I'd never leave you. You are my life now. I love you." He told her.
"Do you still love her?" Gwen whispered.
"Yes, but as a friend. I admit, it broke my heart when she left. But you've put it back together again and now it belongs to you and only you." He smiled. She snuggled into his side and wrapped her arms around him tightly. "What brought this on anyway?"
"I don't know. I just thought…if Diane came back…you might change your mind about marrying me." She whispered.
"Never." He answered.