I'm Late!
Title: I'm Late!
Author: Timelordshines
Characters: Gwen Cooper, Rhys Williams and the team
Rating: PG-13
Words: 739
Spoilers: S2E9. CoE didn't happen. Tosh and Owen are alive.
Disclaimer: Characters belong to RTD and the BBC - I’m just borrowing them.
Written for cotton_candy_bingo prompt "Late"
Author's Note: I was supposed to be writing the sequel to my last fic, Heaven Scent....
This happened instead. Again, this is part one of three. The other two will fill other bingo squares later on.
Other parts in this series: I'm Late, Accidents Happen, He's Beautiful
Rhys ran his fingers through his wife’s hair and took another sip of his beer, his eyes fixed on the television.
Gwen wasn’t watching the program, some reality show crossed with a pseudo-documentary. It was rubbish really but Rhys seemed to be enjoying it. He liked shouting at the actors and venting steam. Rhys the Rant.
Gwen closed her eyes enjoying the rare chance to just be normal and spend a relaxing evening in with her husband, lying across the sofa with her head in his lap.
“You stupid cow!” Rhys shouted at the TV, “You know he’s never going to leave her for you!”
Gwen smiled and let her mind drift, floating in a semi awake relaxed state, just on the edge of sleep.
Her mind wandered. Then her eyes opened wide and she tensed. “Rhys, I’m late.” She struggled to sit up.
Rhys just managed to avoid spilling his beer on her. “I thought Harkness gave you the night off?”
“What? He did.” Gwen’s face registered confusion as she struggled to wake up enough to process Rhys’s words. “No, I’m not late for something. I’m late.”
“Huh?”
“I’m late.” She said again, standing up and turning to face her husband, her hand automatically coming to rest on her stomach.
“Oh.” Rhys looked at her hand, then back up at her face “Oh!” his eyes widened into saucers nearly as wide as hers. “Are you sure?”
“Yeah. Four days. I’m never late.”
Rhys stood up and put his hands on her shoulders, his thumbs rubbing soothingly up her neck, “do you have a testing kit?”
She nodded, “yeah.”
“Go on then!” he said before putting his hands on her cheeks and placing a big wet kiss on her lips, “Go on!” he nudged her in the direction of the bathroom.
Rhys started to pace the living room, resisting the urge, just, to go and knock on the bathroom door and see how his wife was getting on. A minute later, Gwen came back into the room looking nervous and holding the testing stick. Rhys strode over to her and stood beside her wrapping an arm around her waist and staring with her down at the display on the test. “How long do we have to wait?”
“Two minutes.”
It was the longest two minutes of Rhys’s life.
Eventually the stick bleeped to indicate it was ready. Rhys couldn’t look. Instead he looked up at Gwen and watched as a huge grin split her face revealing her gap tooth and dimples and highlighting the freckles on her nose. “So?” asked Rhys, unsure if her obvious joy was excitement at being pregnant, or relief at not.
“We’re having a baby!” she flung her arms around his neck and kissed him as he lifted her off her feet and spun her around.
When Rhys put her down and they broke the kiss Gwen was still grinning. “I know its bad luck to tell anyone before the third month, but I’m going to have to tell Jack and Owen. I’ll get Owen to do the proper tests to confirm it tomorrow. You can come to the Hub with me tomorrow if you want and tell them all the good news.”
“Ok,” Rhys grinned, still feeling a little shell-shocked.
“But right now, Mr Williams, I think we should go to bed - I feel the need to celebrate!”
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Owen followed Gwen and Rhys up the steps out of the autopsy bay. Jack and Ianto we gathered around Tosh’s work station and the three of them looked up as they entered the main space of the Hub. Gwen took Rhys’s hand, “Umm guys… we’ve got some good news,” she grinned. “I’m pregnant!” her grin got even wider, a match for even Jack’s best megawatt smile.
Tosh shrieked, “Congratulations!” and rushed over to hug Gwen, Jack and Ianto following behind her.
Ianto and Owen shared a look over the girl’s heads.
“Oh bloody hell!” exclaimed Owen.
Five pairs of eyes turned to look at him.
Ianto spoke up, “Yup, two of them hormonal and caffeine deprived.”
“Two?” asked Gwen.
“Tosh? Are you…” Rhys started.
“No! Not me.” Tosh denied, raising her hands.
Jack took hold of Ianto’s hand and shared a look with his partner, before they both turned to face the others. “Yup, that’s right. Just let this be a lesson to you kids - accidents do happen.” Jack's grin lit up the whole Hub.
Author: Timelordshines
Characters: Gwen Cooper, Rhys Williams and the team
Rating: PG-13
Words: 739
Spoilers: S2E9. CoE didn't happen. Tosh and Owen are alive.
Disclaimer: Characters belong to RTD and the BBC - I’m just borrowing them.
Written for cotton_candy_bingo prompt "Late"
Author's Note: I was supposed to be writing the sequel to my last fic, Heaven Scent....
This happened instead. Again, this is part one of three. The other two will fill other bingo squares later on.
Other parts in this series: I'm Late, Accidents Happen, He's Beautiful
Rhys ran his fingers through his wife’s hair and took another sip of his beer, his eyes fixed on the television.
Gwen wasn’t watching the program, some reality show crossed with a pseudo-documentary. It was rubbish really but Rhys seemed to be enjoying it. He liked shouting at the actors and venting steam. Rhys the Rant.
Gwen closed her eyes enjoying the rare chance to just be normal and spend a relaxing evening in with her husband, lying across the sofa with her head in his lap.
“You stupid cow!” Rhys shouted at the TV, “You know he’s never going to leave her for you!”
Gwen smiled and let her mind drift, floating in a semi awake relaxed state, just on the edge of sleep.
Her mind wandered. Then her eyes opened wide and she tensed. “Rhys, I’m late.” She struggled to sit up.
Rhys just managed to avoid spilling his beer on her. “I thought Harkness gave you the night off?”
“What? He did.” Gwen’s face registered confusion as she struggled to wake up enough to process Rhys’s words. “No, I’m not late for something. I’m late.”
“Huh?”
“I’m late.” She said again, standing up and turning to face her husband, her hand automatically coming to rest on her stomach.
“Oh.” Rhys looked at her hand, then back up at her face “Oh!” his eyes widened into saucers nearly as wide as hers. “Are you sure?”
“Yeah. Four days. I’m never late.”
Rhys stood up and put his hands on her shoulders, his thumbs rubbing soothingly up her neck, “do you have a testing kit?”
She nodded, “yeah.”
“Go on then!” he said before putting his hands on her cheeks and placing a big wet kiss on her lips, “Go on!” he nudged her in the direction of the bathroom.
Rhys started to pace the living room, resisting the urge, just, to go and knock on the bathroom door and see how his wife was getting on. A minute later, Gwen came back into the room looking nervous and holding the testing stick. Rhys strode over to her and stood beside her wrapping an arm around her waist and staring with her down at the display on the test. “How long do we have to wait?”
“Two minutes.”
It was the longest two minutes of Rhys’s life.
Eventually the stick bleeped to indicate it was ready. Rhys couldn’t look. Instead he looked up at Gwen and watched as a huge grin split her face revealing her gap tooth and dimples and highlighting the freckles on her nose. “So?” asked Rhys, unsure if her obvious joy was excitement at being pregnant, or relief at not.
“We’re having a baby!” she flung her arms around his neck and kissed him as he lifted her off her feet and spun her around.
When Rhys put her down and they broke the kiss Gwen was still grinning. “I know its bad luck to tell anyone before the third month, but I’m going to have to tell Jack and Owen. I’ll get Owen to do the proper tests to confirm it tomorrow. You can come to the Hub with me tomorrow if you want and tell them all the good news.”
“Ok,” Rhys grinned, still feeling a little shell-shocked.
“But right now, Mr Williams, I think we should go to bed - I feel the need to celebrate!”
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Owen followed Gwen and Rhys up the steps out of the autopsy bay. Jack and Ianto we gathered around Tosh’s work station and the three of them looked up as they entered the main space of the Hub. Gwen took Rhys’s hand, “Umm guys… we’ve got some good news,” she grinned. “I’m pregnant!” her grin got even wider, a match for even Jack’s best megawatt smile.
Tosh shrieked, “Congratulations!” and rushed over to hug Gwen, Jack and Ianto following behind her.
Ianto and Owen shared a look over the girl’s heads.
“Oh bloody hell!” exclaimed Owen.
Five pairs of eyes turned to look at him.
Ianto spoke up, “Yup, two of them hormonal and caffeine deprived.”
“Two?” asked Gwen.
“Tosh? Are you…” Rhys started.
“No! Not me.” Tosh denied, raising her hands.
Jack took hold of Ianto’s hand and shared a look with his partner, before they both turned to face the others. “Yup, that’s right. Just let this be a lesson to you kids - accidents do happen.” Jack's grin lit up the whole Hub.