I know, I know. I haven't updated since summer started. Bad Gwen, no biscuit, but in my defense, my dad did have emergency open heart surgery and then I had a boy for a while and then I was dumped . So there. Enjoy the magic I lay before you and please, please, please review. I can't tell you how important that is. I still own nothing.
The days were floating by. Owen was staying with Gwen at the Hub most of the time and the Rift was behaving itself…enough anyways. But spring was looming on the horizon, and Gwen was getting cabin fever.
"Ugh…Owen! I'm bored!" Gwen wined from her bed in her grey, concrete room deep in the belly of the Hub.
"I know! I know! You've said it every ten minutes and I'm about to toss you a book of crossword puzzles and lock you in here." Owen said, rubbing his temples.
"Can't I go outside? Please?" Gwen sat up.
"No, you know you can't. It causes too much stress for the baby." Gwen flopped back onto her pillows in a huff.
"Well nothing to do is causing too much stress for the Gwen. Can I have some hot chocolate?" She batted her eyes.
"Sure, I'll have Ianto bring you some." Gwen groaned. She had hoped that cocoa would be her saving grace from the land of bed rest.
"No arguments. You're not moving from this bed!" Owen left the room, found Ianto, and made the cocoa request in lieu of his pregnant fiancée.
Ianto made the cocoa just the way Gwen liked it. Half milk chocolate, half white chocolate, thirteen marshmallows, and a dash of cinnamon. He placed it on a tray and started walking. He hadn't gone far before Myfanwy flew low, startled him, and sent the cocoa flying…all over Tosh's desk. Sparks flew and the computer smoked. Ianto knew he was already in trouble, but when the lights went out and the alarms sounded, he knew he was screwed. The Hub was now on 24 hour lock down…again.
Once everyone got through the initial anger at Ianto, they all sat around, just as bored as Gwen. While the rest of the team was playing Uno, Gwen emerged from her room.
"Gwen, what are you playing at? You know you're not supposed to be up here." Owen urged, as he lightly prodding her back to her Gwen-cave.
"No, my back is bothering me and I need to move around." She stomped her foot and placed her hands on her lower back.
"How long has your back been giving you trouble?" Gwen got worried. Owen was using what Gwen called his 'Doctor voice', a distant tone that meant that he was analyzing a situation.
"Umm…on and off since around 8:00 this morning,"
"Throbbing pressure?"
"Yeah…How'd you know?" Owen didn't answer, just furrowed his brow and rubbed her lower back.
"Starts and stops, but steadily increasing?"
"Stop it. You're freaking me out. What's going on?"
"Gwen, babe, you're going into labor."
"But I still have a week 'til my due date."
"Doesn't matter, baby's ready." Owen smiled. "We're having a baby today."
"But we're locked in. We can't take her to the hospital." Jack interjected.
"I guess I'll deliver my baby. Right here."
"I'm having my baby at Torchwood?"
"We're having our baby at Torchwood."