The wedding is a quiet affair.
Growing up, Rose always thought she would want a huge one-with a cake for a dress and half of London invited. As it was, though, her in a simple white dress and him in black pinstripes and matching converse, pink and yellow roses scattered around and TARDIS blue shoes on her feet, she would not have changed anything. It is only her parents, Mickey and the minister who witness the exchange of vows-How long are you going to stay with me? Forever.
That is when they take their new TARDIS's maiden voyage, as a honeymoon. They go to Barcelona. The planet and the city.
Their daughter is born on a planet light years-and normal years-away from her time and her place. They were running from aliens and as it turns out, the Doctor really is a very good doctor. His bottomless pockets come in handy. It's a good thing she made him pack them with painkillers and gloves. He says she planned it like this. She didn't, but figures that their daughter might as well get used to the life they lead and the sooner that happens, the better.
Three years later, when little Sarah Jane Susan Tyler-Noble is old enough to have developed her father's smile and her mother's amber eyes, their son is born, this time in the best hospital in the thirty-seventh century. The Doctor was furious when they wouldn't let him inside the birthing room, listing his credentials in five galaxies and practically sending the nurses running with his Oncoming Storm look.
But when they finally let him in and Rose smiled tiredly at him from a nest of pillows, something very small in her arms, the anger melted off him.
They thought Jack Wilfred would lose the cobalt blue eyes he was born with. But by the time he was five, his hair already as untamable as his father's, the blue was still there.
"I don't get it," the Doctor said one day. "They look familiar, but your eyes aren't blue, and-"
"Doctor."
"What?"
"They're your eyes. At least they were. They're his."
Of course they are. Of course.
He loved her first, after all.
