Characters: Owen, Tosh.
Written For: Challenge 517: Narrow at tw100.
Summary: Owen knows something’s going on, but what?
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Owen narrowed his eyes suspiciously; something was going on and he was determined to get to the bottom off it. Tosh was being uncharacteristically secretive, sneaking around, hiding things from him, but she was a terrible liar. When he’d asked her outright what she was up to she’d claimed not to know what he was talking about, but her blush had said otherwise. What was the world coming to if he couldn’t trust his own fiancée not to lie to him?
Two days later he returned home to a huge surprise.
“Happy birthday, Owen. I know it’s a couple of weeks early but this present was impossible to hide and I didn’t want you spoiling the surprise by finding out about it.”
Owen’s jaw dropped in amazement as Tosh put a squirming, fluffy bundle in his lap, and his eyes filled with tears. “A puppy!”
He’d always wanted a dog but his mother had told him no, Katie had been scared of them since one had bitten her when she was a kid, and after he’d lost her he’d barely been able to take care of himself, never mind a pet.
“This is the best birthday present I’ve ever had!”