Hello readers. I needed to update or some of you would staple a baby weevil to my face. I can't have that happening because it would ruin my whole week. So, here you go, chapter four. And I still have something like seven or eight more chapters after this, and it's still not done! YAY! Now why did I tell you that? To be evil and let you know there is more even though it's not posted. It's how I keep you on your toes. :D I still own nothing. Waa :'(. BYE!

"Cooper, you're so careless sometimes- Oh shit. Now you're crying, fantastic…" Owen turned around and ran his hands through his short, dark hair. Typically, this was nothing that would make Gwen cry, but in his mind, she was being oversensitive. Not hormonal, which was exactly what she was. Well, that and how would you feel if the father of your child was flipping out on you? But of course, Owen didn't know the part he played or how deeply he was hurting the woman in front of him, the mother of his child. He wouldn't know for several weeks, but now, he was worried about the trivial bit of rubbish he now cradled in his hands.

Jack was looking at this display, and felt sympathy for the crying pregnant woman below.

"Owen! Lay off her. Go do your job." He yelled out of his office door.

Owen curtly nodded and threw the pieces of his machine away, muttering to himself about fluffy, weepy women and their uselessness.

Gwen went up to Jack's office, wiping her eyes and wondering why she'd let Owen get to her like that. She closed the door behind her.

"What gave me away?"

"You didn't complain when I put you on desk work. It was very unlike you. It was very…maternal." Jack said, hands in his pockets. Gwen stared him down. "Well…that and If I kiss Ianto just the right way he'll tell me just about anything…" Gwen made a motion cutting him off.

"That's all I need to hear about that thank you, I'll talk to Ianto later, but why did you ask me who the father was?" Gwen was pretending to act all innocent, but that's pretty difficult with a fetus in you.

"Well, everyone knows you've been shagging Owen, and for your sake, I was hoping it was Rhys', so I had to ask. This is going to…complicate…my team a bit, so it was my job to ask." Jack shrugged, "More Harpers…what are we going to do?" He smiled his cheeky American grin and Gwen just rolled her eyes.

"It wasn't supposed to get this far… I wasn't supposed to get pregnant. I was supposed to stay with Rhys, settle down, and have his babies eventually. Not have all this thrown in!"

"But the fact of the matter is that it did. It happened and now your life is changed, but tell me, do you love that baby?" Jack took Gwen's face in his hands.

"What?" Gwen tried to pull away, but Jack wouldn't let her.

"Do you love that baby growing inside of you? Your baby. Owen's baby." Gwen hadn't thought about it before. She grinned.

"Yeah," Her face broke out into a broad smile, "I love my baby! I love me and Owen's baby! Oh my God, I love our baby!" she jumped and hugged Jack.

"Now, what about Owen. How do you feel about him?" Gwen stopped hugging and her face fell.

"I- I don't really know." Just then, Gwen had a very convenient bout of morning sickness that prevented the conversation from advancing.

Everyone could hear the retching, so Owen rushed upstairs.

"Christ, Gwen, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to upset you 'til you got sick! Look, I'll call UNIT, and have another scanner in first thing tomorrow. It's not that bad. Really." He was obviously urged by Ianto.

Gwen, still heaving her guts into Jack's bin, gave him a thumbs up, and continued vomiting.

"Owen, I think its best if you leave now. She may be a while." Jack said softly.

Owen didn't need to be told twice.