Yeah. Bad times for our Gwen. Good times for this Gwen! School's out and it is celebratory update time! I own nothing.

Gwen's premature labor was triggered by high blood pressure. Too much good news all at once. Her heart had started racing and the baby went into distress. Owen was right, they couldn't risk moving her. So, now, she stayed at Torchwood, much to her chagrin. Most of the time, Gwen stayed in the room Ianto and Owen had made up for her, but she had three hours a day to wander and stretch her legs. Today, she was in the cells.

"Gwen! Gwen! Gwen- oh there you are. Been looking everywhere for you." Owen said walking into the room, "What are you doing?"

Gwen was sitting in front of Janet's cell with her legs crossed and head leaned against the window, and Janet was playing with her hair through the holes in the cell.

"I think she can sense I'm pregnant. She's become very…placid." Gwen laughed, "She's so gentle."

"Hold on, I want to try something." Owen walked toward the cell and Janet retreated. "Huh, let's see if we can do this." Owen stood Gwen up and opened the cell door. Gwen flinched, this action usually prompted an attack, but Janet just stared. Owen and Gwen, hand in hand, stepped into the cell. Janet stepped slowly forward and started nuzzling Gwen.

"Look at that babe. You're Queen of the Weevils."

"We're Weevil royalty." Gwen snorted and started giggling. She pat Janet on the head and left the cell, Owen's hand tight in hers. They sat down on the concrete floor.

"Owen…why are you marrying me?" Gwen asked quietly while she traced tiny circles on Owen's palm with her thumb.

"Easy, because I love you and intend to spend the rest of my life with you." He smiled softly.

"Well…why do you love me?"

"Gwen, stop the bullshit, what is this about?" Gwen stood up.

"Do you love me or…this?"She said as she ran her hands over her huge pregnant belly.

"How- How could you ask me that? When I lay next to you every night, is that a lie? When I set up your room here, was that with selfish intent? No. It was because I love you more than anything in the world."

"Then why weren't we together, I mean really together, 'til this?" Gwen had started to cry.

"Hey," Owen's voice was soft and reassuring, "you didn't love me, you were with Rhys. But I was scared. I loved you and didn't think that you would ever love me. I tried loving Diana, just to get you out of my head. Then she left and…I became more and more cold. I tried to ignore you, hurt you, anything to get you out of my mind. And then you passed out and then I found out about the baby, and I was so hurt that you didn't tell me. So I ran, and Jack made me realize that I was being a severe twat and that I shouldn't have been surprised that you were afraid to tell me. It gave me a second chance to tell you now and for the rest of our lives, that I love you. I really do." Owen had never been this open with anyone before. Gwen sat back down, wrapped her arms around Owen, buried her face in his shoulder, and sobbed.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know."

"It's okay, everything's fine, because I've got my girl, I've got my kid, and I've got my job. I'm happy. This has been the best five months of my life." Gwen looked at him.

"Is it really March already?"

"Yeah, for a good three days now." Owen laughed at her.

"Wow…I've only got a month left. We're going to be parents in a month!" Gwen smiled. Owen cupped her face and wiped a tear from her cheek.

"Yeah, but I've considered myself a dad since I showed up at your flat."

"I love you, Owen."

"I love you too."