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She Wished
She hadn't meant to lie.
"You're not—"
"Na, it's Mum actually."
There had been hope in his voice but he hadn't said it right, he hadn't asked her right!
But it didn't make any difference now. Rose stood before the full length mirror in her room and smoothed the pregnancy shirt down over her belly. Four months to go and the doctors at the hospital were still sure there were twins.
"There's a shadow or something but we're definitely getting two heart beats," they all said.
He would be proud to know he'd passed that on. Rose smiled and rubbed warm circles over the baby's head. He always positioned himself standing on his head, like he couldn't wait to get out and greet the world. Like his father, so like his father.
"It could be a girl you know," Jackie had argued, "A sweet little girl to dress up and that."
"It's a boy," Rose always corrected, "It's a boy and he's ginger."
She was going to raise him like the Doctor would have. He was going to see the world and people. He would speak languages and love all kinds of people. He would go to the best universities and he—he would be so smart! And someday his father would find him and then the universe would have to watch out. He would forgive then because she would be gone, but he would always forgive her no matter what she did.
"I'm sorry Miss Tyler there was nothing we could do. Would you like me to send for your mother?"
A fall, a stupid God damn fall. Off the sidewalk no less.
"Can I see him?"
"Certainly but do you want to wait until your mother is here?"
"I want to see him now."
"Very well."
He was the most beautifully thing Rose had ever seen. He was small but had long arms and legs, he would have been a monster one day. His skin was the softest she had ever touched but too cold. Lifting him, Rose rested his little damp head against her breasts and wished. She wished he could have been there to see their son.
He was dead, but he was ginger.