Gwen rested her head on Owen's shoulder and looked at the two rings on her finger, smiling.
"Can you remember the first time we ever slept together?" Owen asked.
"How can I forget? It was just after we got back from the Brecon Beacons and the cannibals. That was a nightmare. It opened my eyes and made me see the true colours of this job." She said.
"Well, that day, when you got shot, my heart was in my mouth. I thought then that it was because you were one of my team mates and my best friend was injured, but now I realise, it was because I loved you. That night, when you were lying in my arms, I was just so relieved that you were ok…all that time and I never realised." He sighed.
"Yes well, neither of us can really say anything. I didn't know how I felt until…that night when…well that was when I first knew, for definite. You know, when I first joined Torchwood I thought you were an arrogant sod." She told him.
"Well, I was. It was so fun winding you up, you'd get so mad. Now look at us, married and expecting." Owen laughed.
"Yeah, it's weird that." She smiled.
Owen wrapped his arm around Gwen and kissed the top of her head. She yawned and shivered.
"Are you cold?" Owen asked.
"A little." Gwen nodded.
He took off his jacket and placed it over her like a blanket.
"You look tired." He whispered.
"It's all this excitement and I woke up before my alarm this morning." She told him.
"Try and get some sleep." He smiled.
"I don't want to, it's the start of our honeymoon." She argued.
Owen rolled his eyes and pulled Gwen so she lay across the back seat and her head rested in his lap. He gently pulled the pins out of her hair and let it fall around her shoulders. He began running his fingers through her hair and watched her eyes droop. She tried to fight the exhaustion washing through her. She gave up as her eyes closed and became too heavy to open.
"I love you." Owen whispered.
Owen watched Gwen sleeping, her hands cradled her small bump, and continued to run his fingers through her hair.
He managed to get her into the plane without waking her when they reached the airport and then into another car at the other end in Paris.
A few hours later, they reached the hotel. The driver held the door open for Owen so he could slip out from under Gwen. He carefully picked her up in his arms, trying not to wake her.
"Need a hand mate?" The driver asked.
"Could you bring in the suitcases?" Owen asked.
"Yeah sure." The driver nodded.
Owen carried her inside and went up to the reception desk.
"Mr and Mrs Harper." He told the receptionist.
"Bridal suite, floor three." She smiled, consulting her computer.
Owen nodded thanks to her and carried Gwen into the lift. He had to wait for the driver to pick up the key for him and press the button for the third floor.
"Thanks." Owen nodded.
Gwen's eyes fluttered open. She mumbled something and looked around her.
"Owen?" She whispered.
"Yeah?" He answered.
"Where are we?" She yawned.
"At the moment, in a lift. We're at the hotel." He told her.
"Oh."
The lift stopped and the doors opened. As Owen walked down the corridor, Gwen wrapped her arms around his neck. He waited at the door to their room for the driver. He opened the door for them and dropped the suitcases just inside with the key on top.
"Thanks mate." Owen said to him. The driver nodded and closed the door behind him as he left. Owen placed Gwen back on her feet and held her tightly around her waist. She stood on her tip-toes and crushed her lips against his. "I see you've woken up a bit."
"I'm not missing out on my first night as a married woman." She smirked.
Owen laughed and shook his head as he pulled her over to the bed. As he kissed her, he pulled the zip down on her dress and let it fall to the floor. She stepped out of it, kicking her shoes off and loosening Owen's tie in the process.
"You have no idea how good it is to get that thing off." He laughed.
"Shut up and get the rest off." Gwen grinned.
As she ripped his shirt open, buttons flew off and scattered across the floor. It was tossed to the floor, shortly followed by the rest of their clothes. Gwen and Owen fell on the bed, entwined in each other's arms.
The next morning, Gwen woke up with a start. Her stomach began to churn. Quickly, she untangled herself from Owen's arms and ran to the ensuite bathroom. She made it just in time and threw up in the toilet. Taking a deep breath, she went over to the sink and rinsed her mouth out with cold water. She clutched the edge of the sink as the room began to spin around her. Sitting down on the floor, she leant her back against the bath. The cold felt good against her burning skin. She pulled her knees up to her chest and hugged them tight. She fell asleep in this position.
Owen rolled over and opened his eyes. He frowned as he saw that Gwen wasn't there. Grabbing the suitcase, he searched for the pair of jogging bottoms he'd sneaked in. Gwen refused to go anywhere with him in public if he wore them as she said he looked scruffy in them. He put them on and made his way to the bathroom in search of her. He found her slumped against the bath, sound asleep. Her skin was pale white and clammy.
"Gwen?" He whispered, walking over to her. Kneeling down beside her, he felt her forehead with the back of his hand. Her eyes fluttered open and she looked up at him. "Morning sickness?"
She frowned as she looked around. It took a few seconds for her to realise how she'd got there. She sighed and nodded.
"Yeah. God, what a way to start your honeymoon." She mumbled.
"Come on, it can't be very comfortable down there." Owen said.
He stood up and held out his hand for her. She gripped onto it tightly as she pulled herself up. Wrapping his arm tightly around her waist, he helped her towards the bed.
"No, I don't want to go back to bed." She complained.
"Just for a little bit." Owen told her.
"No, I'm fine now. Let's go out." She begged.
"Are you sure you're ok?" He asked.
"Yes, I'm fine." She sighed.
Owen looked at her and rolled his eyes. He knew she would just be stubborn until she'd got her way. He'd witnessed too many arguments between her and Jack to know any different.
"Ok fine. Where do you want to go today?" He sighed.
"First, shower, I feel disgusting. Then…I don't know. I just want to get out and not spend the entire week in a hotel room." She said.
Owen nodded in agreement.
"We can go out for breakfast. What do you fancy?" Owen asked.
"Bananas." Gwen said.
"Bananas. You want a banana? Gwen, we're in France. You've got a whole range of French food to choose from and you want a banana." Owen laughed.
"Yes. What's wrong with that? Are you saying I can't have a banana?" She said, getting angry.
"No, no of course you can have a banana." Owen said holding his hands up. As she turned to go back into the bathroom, he rolled his eyes at her. "Bloody hormones."
"Oi. I heard that." She shouted over her shoulder. "Now, are you coming to have a shower or not?"
He rolled his eyes again and followed her into the bathroom.
After showering and changing, they left the hotel in search of a quiet little café. When they found one, Gwen had to make do with a banana milkshake and two croissants as they didn't sell bananas on their own. Owen promised to buy her some from the shops when she gave him the sad puppy dog eyes.
"The things I bloody do for you." He laughed.
"You know you love me really." Gwen smiled.
"Yeah, I suppose." He replied.
Pretending to be offended, Gwen folded her arms and stuck her bottom lip out. Owen laughed and pulled her face to his, capturing her lips in a gentle kiss. Gwen's arms unfolded and wound around Owen's neck, pulling him closer to her.
After a week of sight seeing and many bananas, it was time to go home. Gwen watched sadly as Owen placed their suitcases in the back of the taxi.
"I don't want to go back now." She sighed.
"Me neither but, sadly, we have to." Owen told her.
Gwen slipped inside the car and waited for Owen to get in beside her.
"Is Jack still picking us up at the airport in Cardiff?" She asked him.
"I think Ianto's coming instead." Owen answered.
"Why is Jack not coming?" She frowned.
"UNIT. They're being arse holes apparently, I don't know why." He told her.
"Oh right." Gwen sighed.
Ianto was waiting for them in the SUV outside the airport.
"How are the newly weds?" He smiled.
"We're fine thanks, Ianto. How are you and the others?" Gwen asked.
"Good, all good." Ianto answered.
"Don't suppose you've got any bananas have you?" She asked.
"Erm…no I don't." He said.
"Oh…damn…oh well." She sighed.
Ianto looked at Owen, eyebrows raised.
"She's been craving bloody bananas all week. I'm beginning to think this kid's going to turn into a banana." Owen sighed.
When they returned to their flat, Ianto welcomed them back with a cup of his special coffee.