Disclaimer: Do not own. Wish I did, the dream keeps my imagination alive though.

Summary: The Master soon learns that being pregnant isn't as easy as it seems, the Doctor takes a drastic measures to ensure the safety of his family and the Master brings into question his and his unborn child's safety around the Doctor. (Note: this is an overall summary, not a single chapter summary.)

Warnings: Kidnap (eep) and Mpreg.

AN: This took a while to do, mind you first parts always do. Hope you enjoy x

It had been a long, long seven months for the Master, staying on Managuam Ten while his husband went off gallivanting. He was stuck inside the chalet all the time, for some strange reason Titorian favoured the Gallifreyan couple and were honoured that they chose their planet to 'incubate their young' on as he put it, the Master nearly flipped in a hormone driven state that he wasn't an incubator. Titorian has seen fit to give the Master maidens, to wait on him hand and food, you name it, he gets it, foot massages, neck massages, back massages, they also go shopping for him in the market as he's not allowed to leave the chalet. There is however one thing they cannot give him and that is what he wants now as he paces back and forth the front garden waiting for the Doctor to return from his travels.

When he finally does return the Master turns to him and scowls.

"Where have you been?"

"What? You know where I've been."

"Yeah, and you've been gone over a week."

"Oh I'm sorry, the damn..."

"Come on what instrumental failure are you going to blame your lateness on now?"

"Okay I have no excuse although the clock has stopped working for some reason, I was out with a legitimate purpose."

"Oh yeah? And what my lovely hubby what was this purpose."

"She needed an update."

"What?"

"Well for when our bundle of joy comes, we don't want him falling down the stairs or anything do we? So she needed an update so I managed to find one at a bizarre on the outer reaches of the Universe, apparently you can get anything there."

"Who says anything about it being a boy? It might be a girl."

"Yeah but I was thinking generally."

"Okay, so what does this update do then?"

"Stair guards, those plug sockety things and when we need nappies and things like that she re-stocks them because they're not programmed into the TARDIS databanks that was like an extra that I didn't bother getting at the time I borrowed her so I went to get it."

"Oh you stole her quit adjusting the truth."

"So did I miss anything?"

"No but I'd like it if you stayed for a while. I'm sick of these handmaiden massages, they're brilliant and all but they're not allowed to give me the massages I want."

"Oh and what would those be?" the Doctor innocently asked ushering his husband into the chalet as to avoid any public indecency charges.

"Those only you can give me."

The Master pulled the Doctor to him and kissed him hard, the Doctor pushed him away and held him by the shoulders.

"Stop, now before we get carried away with this I'd like to take this opportunity to remind you that this will be the last time until after the baby is born, you're getting too big."

"You calling me fat?"

"No, I think you're very sexy like this but I don't want to be responsible for any premature labour you might go into."

"Fine."

The Master waddled over to the bed and lay back on it.

"Make it good." He said with a pout.

"You were all excited a moment ago, what changed?"

"You and your warnings, you couldn't have just taken me could you?"

"I didn't want you thinking we could have second or third rounds like we usually do."

"I'm well aware of that. These days I barely have the energy for private time, let alone filling your urges as well."

"My urges! I think you're forgetting I didn't jump myself in the village the other week, no, that was you asking for...favours in the middle of the town square."

The Master blushed a little.

"Oh I'm glad you have the decency to blush."

"Doctor..."

"What?"

"Shut up and get here."

The Doctor ran to the bed and jumped down onto it lying next to his husband laughing.

"God I've missed you."

"Me too, baby's missed you as well."

"How can you tell? Mental connection established yet?"

"No, I was reading that book I took out the TARDIS library, it says that doesn't happen until it's around a week from the birth, it's so baby and parent can communicate throughout the labour, there's less chance of incidents that way."

"Hmm...you know, I'm feeling pretty tense myself now."

"Oh are you? Well I'm pretty tired now."

The Master grinned cheekily and the Doctor nodded.

"Yeah I figured you would be."

"Night."

"What do you mean 'night'? it's the middle of the day."

"Yeah but to a pregnant man that's night, I'm shattered. I might be in the mood again in oh...seven hours or so."

"What am I supposed to do for seven hours?"

"Well I can tell you what you won't be doing for seven hours."

"What?"

"Me. Now shush and leave me sleep."

"But..."

"What part of shush and leave me sleep didn't you understand? Go and finish the nursery or something, or find a name."

"But we don't know what it is yet."

"Well I can only see one solution to that then."

"Yeah, look."

"No. Pick a boy and a girls name. Now shoo."

The Master smiled and rolled over, the Doctor scowled and got up, he knew living with the Master would be difficult but a pregnant Master seems to be twice as unpredictable, his hormones and moods were all over the place, if he wasn't hot he was cold, if he wasn't laughing he was crying and it was always something, still, if the Doctor didn't leave and go do something worthwhile he'd go mad so he decided to finish the nursery and then perhaps he could look for a name.