Okay. More love from the updating Gods. This is a really super fluffy chapter so for those fluff fans out there, prepare to squee. I still don't own anything…BBC just needs to call me up and offer me a job. Lol Enjoy!

It was a quiet night. Tosh was undergoing UNIT's mandated yearly psych evaluation, which she would pass with flying colors. Jack and Ianto were, "In the archives." While upstairs in the main Hub, Owen and Gwen sat with decaf cups of coffee in their hands, and discussed the pressing issue of a baby name.

"Ouch!" Gwen exclaimed, clutching her stomach, "by the way this kid kicks, we'd be smart to name it Beckham."

"No. Denied. Not even kidding. That's about as bad as Jack's idea." Owen said shaking his head.

"What was Jack's idea?"

"Jack." They both started laughing.

"He wanted us to name our baby Jack Harper?" Gwen asked, wiping tears from her face. Owen nearly choked on his coffee.

"Harper? I thought our baby's last name would either be Cooper or Cooper-Harper?"

"What gave you that idea?" Gwen grinned.

"Well…I just assumed because we're not…" Owen looked intensely at his coffee.

"We aren't what?" Gwen leaned forward as far as she could. Which wasn't far.

"Well…We're not…" Owen mumbled. It wasn't like him to be bashful. Gwen just cocked her head.

"Married! Okay, there, I said it! We aren't married!" Owen spun around in his chair to avoid eye contact. Gwen blushed and giggled.

"Do you…want to get married?"

"I don't know!" Owen cut her off sharply, "we're working backwards, you and me."

"What do you mean?"

"Most people fall in love, get married, then have babies. Not have babies, fall in love, then…" He trailed off again.

"…Get married?" Gwen concluded.

"Thank you! I seem to have difficulty saying it." He hung his head between his knees.

"I understand." Gwen nodded, "You only thought of marrying one woman, and she died, so the concept of marrying anyone else is foreign to you. Never mind marrying me-"

"No." Owen cut her off, "if there is any doubt in your mind that I choose you then I am so sorry." Owen got up and crossed the space between them, he sat at Gwen's feet and took her hands, "I loved Katie very much, and I always will. But only for what was and what might have been. I love you, here, now, and for all the wonderful days we are going to have. And if I have to marry you to prove that-"

"You don't have to prove anything to me."

"Nope, I've made up my mind, and there is no changing it." Owen reached into his pocket and pulled out a rubber band ball. He pulled a red band from the cluster and wrapped it loosely around her left ring finger. "How's that Miss Cooper?" Owen rocked back.

"You're a big softie Dr. Harper." She smiled.

"No, if I was a 'big softie' as you claim, then I would have been carrying a ring around with me for weeks and weeks waiting for the 'perfect moment'. Sorry babe," he got up "I'm not that guy." He went back and sat in his chair.

"Nah, I know you're not. I'm not marrying 'that guy'. I'm marrying this guy." Gwen looked down at her hand and stroked the red band with her thumb, she smiled softly. Owen spun around in his chair again.

"God we are a weird couple…" They both snorted in laugher.

"Hey, here's a cool name, what about Rowen?"

"For a boy or a girl?" Owen sat up in sparked curiosity.

"Either." Gwen shrugged. Owen considered it.

"Hold on…" Owen's face darkened, "Owen. O-W-E-N." he indicated himself, "Gwen. G-W-E-N." he pointed at his fiancée. "Rowen. R-O-W-E-N. No. Hell no! We aren't going to be that family whose names are all spelled the same." Owen shook his head rapidly.

"Awww, why not? It's cute." Gwen bounced.

"I beat those kids up in school. I will not participate in that cruel, degrading, torture." They laughed and laughed.

It was a weird family dynamic, but it was their family dynamic.