Working at Torchwood was stressful many days, and on the days it wasn't, it was still bordering on hectic. Gwen hadn't had time to do much of anything outside of work. Her hair was screaming for a haircut, and she really could use a massage, too. But there just wasn't any time to think about herself. Not when the safety of the people of Cardiff was being threatened. And of course, when she did finally have some time to herself, she was shagging Owen.

Gwen had moved in with Owen after her marriage with Rhys had ended. Surprisingly, it hadn't ended because of her sleeping with her co-worker; it ended because she and Rhys had finally realized they no longer shared any of the same interests or even views of the future. Gwen had moved her belongings over to Owen's flat and only intended to stay for a few weeks while she went flat hunting. Tosh had even offered to share her place, but Owen had insisted she stay. Fortunately, all the furniture she and Rhys had owned belonged to Rhys, so Gwen only had to move her clothing and a few knick-knacks and books.

Living with Owen proved to be a challenge at times. He still was adverse to anything remotely girly and she had to keep her "female stuff" out of sight. But living with Owen wasn't all bad. He really was quite thoughtful and did nice things for her... most of the time. They fought occasionally, but Gwen knew that all couples fought. She let him go down to the pub and tried not to care too much if he was out all night sometimes. As long as he came back in one piece, and didn't shag anyone else in their bed, she really didn't care.

She had invited Tosh over for a girl's night in. Tosh readily agreed and the two of them set out to have an incredibly girly evening. Pints of the best ice cream around ready in the freezer, a few bottles of wine, and a few mushy girly films both girls knew they'd never get Owen or Jack to watch. Ianto might, but they decided not to ask him after all.

Tosh had excused herself to the bathroom and a few moments later Gwen could hear a stream of explicit words she never thought she'd have heard Tosh say. She called down the hallway "You all right in there, Tosh?"

Tosh's muffled voice came back. "No, My damned monthly came a bit early. You don't happen to have any supplies, would you?"

"Owen won't let me keep those in the bathroom. Hang on, I'll get you one." Gwen walked into her and Owen's bedroom and opened the bottom drawer on her wardrobe where she expected to find a box of tampons. She froze as she suddenly realized she hadn't had to buy any in the past few months. Her eyes bugged out as she put the pieces together. "Shit!"

"Gwen? Did you find anything?"

Gwen tried to calm herself and gently knocked on the door to the bathroom before opening it just far enough to get her hand in. "Here you go, Tosh." Tosh's muffled words of thanks were barely heard as Gwen wandered back out to the couch. She sat down and reached for her glass of wine. She had just taken a sip when she realized what she had been about to do and she spit her wine back into the glass with a horrified look on her face. Shit. A baby? No. No No.

Tosh walked back into the room in time to see Gwen spit her wine out. "What are you doing? Is that some sort of new way for enjoying wine or," Tosh gasped. "You're pregnant, aren't you?"

Gwen looked down at her hands. "Maybe?" she tentatively offered. "I realized when I went to get you a tampon that I haven't purchased any in nearly three months." Tosh launched herself at Gwen and gave her a hug.

"Well, that's wonderful, isn't it? You and Owen...Oh. Owen."

"Yeah, Owen. I just don't know how he'd take it...I don't know if I'm ready for this...and Jack! He'll throw a fit if he has to lose me to a pregnancy...and oh my god Tosh, I can't have a baby, I work for Torchwood! What if I die, or get injured and can't take care of it? But maybe...maybe I'm not pregnant, yeah? Could just be a fluke, right?" At some point in her tirade, Gwen had started pacing up and down the living room, occasionally rubbing her belly.

Tosh smiled at the sight. Sure, Gwen might be scared, but a baby wouldn't be that bad. Besides, both Owen and Gwen were gorgeous, so the baby was bound to be adorable. Tosh blushed at the thought. She cleared her throat, "You know, Gwen. We could go out and get you a test, see if you really are."

"Yeah, I guess we could. No, what if Owen comes home while we're in the middle of doing it?"

"Would that really be a bad thing? Owen will have to know eventually," Tosh sighed seeing the scared look on Gwen's face. "Alright. We'll go buy the test and go over to my flat."

"Tosh, you're brilliant!" Gwen quickly wrote a note for Owen letting him know that she and Tosh had to step out for a bit but would be back. She added that he could help himself to the wine, but if he touched her rocky road ice cream there would be hell to pay.

The two women left the flat and briskly walked over to the closest shop. The bell tinkled as they walked in, and a young man at the counter greeted them tonelessly. Gwen found the pregnancy tests and started reading all the boxes. "Tosh? There's so many! Which do I get?" Tosh began studying the boxes alongside Gwen and soon had separated the boxes into two piles. Tosh pointed at the stack on the left, "These guarantee accurate results as soon as three days after a skipped period. Those, on the other hand," she pointed at the pile on the right, "those require a longer waiting time before you can use them. So, the question is, how long ago was your last period?" Tosh picked up another box. "Oh, and this one is digital. Kind of odd."

Gwen thought back and tried to remember. "At least three months." She looked at the boxes and picked one at random from each pile. "We'll get one of each, plus that digital one just in case." She carried her purchase to the counter and added a carton of orange juice to her order. Tosh raised her eyebrows at Gwen. "What? I watched in a film once that you're supposed to drink orange juice when you're pregnant. For the vitamins or something." Tosh just rolled her eyes and waited while Gwen paid for her purchases.

Soon the two were headed over to Tosh's flat, fortunately only located a few blocks away. Once inside, Gwen opened the boxes to pull out the instructions and laughed. "Each box has two tests!" For some reason, this absolutely tickled Gwen, and while Tosh tried to makes sense of the directions, Gwen had fallen onto her side in hysterics. Gwen sobered up rather quickly when she rolled into Tosh's coffee table and one of the boxes landed on the floor next to her. Shit.

Tosh held out the two non-digital tests. "Alright. These two are fairly simple. You just, erm, pee on the end, cap it, and then wait 3 minutes. A positive sign means you're pregnant, and if it doesn't do anything, you're not." Tosh held up the digital test. "If we get a positive result on the one stick, and a negative on the other, we'll use this one as a tie breaker." Gwen nodded and headed towards Tosh's bathroom.

Five minutes had gone past. Tosh gently knocked on the door. "Gwen? Is everything okay in there?" Gwen laughed and called through the door, "I can't pee!" Tosh rolled her eyes and opened the door a crack, "Then turn on the water, or come out and drink something. It must just be nerves." Tosh heard the tap turn on, so she closed the door and went out into her living room. Gwen soon joined her and Tosh set her kitchen timer for three minutes. They sat in silence listening to the tick-tick-tick of the timer. When it went off, they both jumped.

"I can't look. I can't look. Tosh, will you go look?" Gwen had her head propped up with her hands, elbows resting on her knees. She was so scared. She didn't know if she would be happy or not. Gwen looked up as Tosh slowly walked out, one stick in either hand with a smile on her face. "Gwen? You're pregnant."

Gwen bolted from the room and Tosh could hear retching sounds coming from the bathroom. She listened to Gwen gargling her mouth out with some of Tosh's mouthwash before coming back out to the living room. "You're sure?"

Tosh nodded.

Gwen burst into tears.

Twenty minutes later Gwen had finally calmed down and she was sitting on Tosh's couch sipping some of the orange juice. "I guess I have to tell Owen. Oh my god, I have to tell Owen. I need to see a Doctor. Owen's my doctor. I can't see the father of my baby to confirm that I'm pregnant! Tosh! What can I do?" Gwen started to panic and turned to Tosh for advice. Tosh had never seen Gwen like this before. Usually she was so together, with it, even. She had no idea how she could help.

"Who do you see for your, uhm, female exams?"

"Martha."

"Oh, then that's easy. We'll just call Martha and figure out a way to get you up to London. Hmm. How can we get you to London?"

"We. I want you to come with me. Please?"

Tosh smiled, "Alright."

Gwen called Martha and explained the situation and the three women cooked up the idea of a UNIT sponsored women's event. Tosh quickly put together an official looking flier and e-mailed it to Martha, who would then e-mail it to Jack with a note asking if Gwen and Tosh could go.

Satisfied that everything would go to plan, they returned to Gwen and Owen's flat to celebrate with ice cream and movies. Owen returned home well past midnight to the site of Gwen and Tosh passed out on the couch, DVD menu playing in the background.