Gwen was now sobbing into the sofa, wondering how she could be so stupid. All Ianto could do was look at the test in his hand with wonder...and a little terror.
"Gwen...how far along are you then?" Ianto was having a wee bit of trouble wrapping his mind around the situation.
"I dunno," she said, wiping running mascara from her eyes "Not long, maybe five or six weeks."
"Shit! What are you going to tell Rhys?" Ianto, who was always composed and professional, was, for lack of better words, freaking the hell out. He dropped the test and the white plastic clattered on the floor.
"I don't know! He's going to be furious! We haven't shagged in ages, he'll know it's not his!" Then Ianto gasped.
"What are you gonna tell Owen!?!"
"Ohhhhoho, I'm not. That conversation would go from bad to worse very quickly." Gwen got up, went to the kitchen, and picked up the pregnancy test.
"He deserves to know Gwen." Ianto quietly reasoned.
"I know." Gwen moved one hand to her stomach. "I just haven't figured out how yet."
Ianto exhaled heavily.
"I always imagined you'd be a mam one day, but Owen being a dad..." Ianto shuddered.
"I'm gonna be a mam..." Gwen softly grinned.
Just then, both their phones went off, it was Jack. They had work to do.