Free night! YAY! Rehearsal got out early so it's update time. And now with extra fluff! And be known now that I love Rhys and any comments about him in this story are simply for plot effect.

Owen took a deep breath and knocked on the door of Gwen's flat. Gwen flung open the door.

"Owen, I am so sorry, I would have told you sooner, but I was scared. I'm-" Owen cut her off.

"I'm not here for that." He took a few soft steps into the flat, "I did some thinking and I understand why you didn't tell me. I was an idiot and I'm sorry for being insensitive. Ca- Can I?" Owen reached out to Gwen. She looked at him sideways for a moment before realizing what he was wanting to do. She lifted up her shirt once more to reveal the incriminating bump. He got on his knees and gingerly placed a hand on it.

"H- hi…ummm, I've never really done this before," He looked up at Gwen, unsure. She nodded him along. "I'm ya dad. Sorry, I haven't really talked to you much…been…busy." He swallowed hard. "That's no excuse. But it won't happen again. I'll always be there for you. My mum hated me because I reminded her of my no good dad…if you look like me by the way, I'm sorry I look so daft."

"Ignore your father, he's very attractive." Gwen smirked down at the rather uncomfortable Owen at her feet.

"Aww, your mum is sweet, but she's much better looking than me. In fact," His eyes met Gwen's "She's gorgeous."

Gwen took him by the hand and raised him to eye level.

"Where is this coming from?" She asked with a dreamy smile.

"Jack said some things that set me straight. I just needed some time to think." Gwen reached up and stroked his face. Owen put a hand on Gwen's hip and pulled her close, causing her to squeal from surprise. There lips grew closer and closer, when the door opened.

"Hey Gwen- What the hell is going on here?" Rhys had come home early.

"Rhys, I can explain." Gwen took a step towards the man who'd just walked in.

"Gwen…Shhh." Owen took her hand and pulled her protectively behind him.

"Gwen, are you foolin' around?" His thick Welsh accent reverberating off the floors and ceiling. Rhys was slowly turning red.

"A little bit late to be asking that." The kind, caring Owen that Gwen was just with had disappeared. Cynical, Sarcastic Owen had just returned.

"What's that supposed to mean pretty boy?" Rhys bucked up, trying to intimidate the smaller man, but Owen didn't flinch.

"Wow, he really is thick, isn't he?" Owen asked Gwen, not taking one eye off the proverbial ape man in front of him.

"Owen, don't." Gwen tried to start.

"No, he'll have to find out sometime." He faced Rhys Williams head on. "She's three months gone mate." Owen smiled his classic smart arse smile.

"What?!?" Rhys yelled. "That's not true, it's just not true. Tell him Gwen." Gwen just took Owen's hand and placed it on her lower abdomen. Owen's gaze softened for a moment before becoming predatory once more.

"You whore!" Rhys yelled. Gwen softly choked back tears. She knew she deserved it, but that didn't mean she was prepared for it. Owen sighed, and kept his voice steady. If someone didn't know any better, you would think he was telling Rhys the weather.

"See, now you've made my girl cry. And I just can't allow that." Rhys stepped up to Owen so they were almost nose to nose.

"What you gonna do about it?"

"I'm taking Gwen, and we're leaving." Owen called over his shoulder. "Pack some bags." Gwen started to do as he said. Rhys couldn't handle his loss of sway over the painfully Welsh woman who had just surrendered everything to the snarky Londoner bastard before him. He took a swing at Owen, who easily dodged it, came back up, and tagged Rhys right in the nose. Rhys fell to the ground.

"Fee-fi-fo-fum, you just got hit in the face by an Englishman." Owen said straightening his shirt, "…Gargantuan bitch…" He muttered. Gwen stood shocked. "Well, lets get you packed." Owen said grinning as he clapped his hands together and walked into Gwen's room. They packed a few bags and went out to Owen's car.

"Did you mean it?" Gwen asked as they drove down the rode.

"Mean what?"

"That I'm your girl?"

"Yeah I meant it." Owen pulled over and looked her in the eyes. "I'll always take care of you. Both of you." He softly smiled and they drove off into the cold, Cardiff night.