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"Oh my God," whispered Rose. "He's gonna kill me."
Rose was sitting on the floor in the bathroom, curled up beside the toilet. She had checked, and double checked, and then triple checked that the door was locked. She had just thrown up, and didn't want the Doctor rushing in, to try and help her.
The TARDIS had probably already let him know, and he'd probably be rushing to her anyway, and he'd definitely be able to unlock the door, but it made her feel better anyway.
"I'm pregnant," she murmured to herself. "I'm gonna be a mum!" She grinned, looking down at the pregnancy test she was clutching in her hand, shivering with cold, and excitement. A happiness she had never felt before bubbled up inside her. However, that happiness quickly diminished when a loud, frantic pounding on the door interrupted her thoughts. She quickly wrapped the test in toilet paper and stuffed it in her pocket.
"Rose? Are you alright? Rose!" She giggled slightly, hearing the nervousness in his voice. She stayed silent, not purposely trying to worry him, but just thinking about what he'd say if she told him.
"It'll ruin everything," she thought to herself. "He's never said he wants kids, I don't even know if we're supposed to be able to have kids! He's gonna hate me now, and he's gonna make me leave, and I'll never see him again, and-" She cut herself off abruptly, beginning to hyperventilate.
"Rose? Rose! Are you alright?" The Doctor groaned in frustration, kicking his foot against the door. "Rose, please," he pleaded, "You know I respect your privacy and all that, but I am going to have to come in now, okay?" He stood for a moment, listening, and hearing nothing other than her rapid, gasping breathing, pointed the Sonic at the door and undid the lock, entering the small bathroom swiftly.
He glanced down at her, and immediately dropped to his knees in front of her.
"Rose, Rose, Rose, calm down, I'm right here, calm down, love. It's all okay. Deep breaths, come on now, in and out. It's all fine, just take big, deep breaths for me now, come on, there we go, nice and slow."
He held her to his chest, stroking her hair, as her breathing began to slow down, and she relaxed against him.
"TARDIS said you threw up, love. You alright?" The Doctor said, resting his chin on the top of her head.
"I'm fine, Doctor," she muttered, not looking at him.
"You sure? Not sick or anything?" He asked. "I mean, we were just at Apalapucia, maybe some of the Chen-7 virus was still living in the air? I mean, they only quarantined the planet for twelve-odd years, maybe it wasn't long enough! Or maybe it's food poisoning! Could've been the chicken your mum made for us on Tuesday? Or was that Sunday? What day is today?"
"Doctor," Rose sighed. "You're rambling again."
"Oh, yeah, so I am." He fell silent, and continued to simply hold Rose, enjoying the feel of her soft, warm skin against him. Not that she didn't normally let him do that, cause she did, it was just one of his favourite things to do with Rose. But, then again, he loved doing everything and anything with her.
Eventually they both got up off the bathroom floor and went about the rest of the day as usual. It was only when they were getting ready for bed that the Doctor decided to mention it again.
It had been torturing him all day, not knowing what was wrong with Rose, and he needed to know, otherwise he wouldn't be able to get the half an hour of sleep that he needs per night, and that would mean he'd be grumpy all the next day.
He sat down on his side of the bed, and waited for Rose to join him. She got changed into her soft, cotton pyjamas, and sat down, the mattress dipping slightly with her weight. She shimmied over to the Doctor and snuggled into his side, resting her head in the crook of his neck. He began playing with her hair again, a habit he knew she liked, and a habit he couldn't seem to break.
"Rose?" He said softly, his voice bouncing around the otherwise quiet room.
"Hmm?" She murmured in response, not bothering to move her head.
"You know, earlier?" He started, awkwardly. "What was wrong with you? Why were you so panicky? Are you dying? Oh god, am I dying?!" He sped up, talking so fast Rose could barely keep up with him.
"Doctor," she giggled quietly, "You're rambling again." He laughed.
"Firstly, I'm not dying. Secondly, you can't die, and thirdly-"
She paused for a moment, thoughts shuttling through her head at a million miles an hour.
"I can hear the clogs turning in there," the Doctor chuckled.
He lifted her chin up, so he could see her face. "Thirdly?" He prompted gently.
He could practically see the turmoil written on her face, and watched with bated breath as her big, emerald green eyes met his, glistening with tears.
"Rose?" He said, watching her nervously.
She took a deep breath. "Thirdly," she began, "I'm, I'm, Doctor, I'm pregnant."
She dropped her head back down as soon as she said it, not able to look at him.
"You're pregnant?" He repeated, a dazed look across his face.
Rose nodded her head, staring down at her lap.
The Doctor lifted his arm from where it had been previously sitting, around Roses' shoulders and got up. He left the room. She could hear him pacing, and things being tossed about.
The tears that had gathered in Roses' eyes began to fall. "This is it," she thought to herself, closing her eyes. "He's bringing me home, and I'm never going to see him again. I've lost him for good now, and he hates me, and, and-"
A sudden weight on the bed beside her made Rose open her eyes quickly. The Doctor was sitting there, watching her concernedly.
"Rose?" His voice was so quiet that she could barely hear him. "I thought you always wanted to be a mum?"
"I did," she sobbed, "But you never said that you wanted kids, and we, we weren't supposed to be able to have them, and now, now you hate me, and, and you're going to leave me, and I'll, I'll never see you again, and-"
"Rose!" The Doctor interrupted quickly. "You thought I wouldn't be happy?"
Rose lifted her head, her tear-stained cheeks glistening under the bright light. "Are you?" She whispered.
He pulled her onto his lap, and cupped her face in his hands. "Of course I'm happy," he whispered back, wiping away her tears with the pads of his thumbs.
"You are the best thing that's ever happened to me, and now you've given me a child as well? Rose, I've never been happier in my entire life, and that's because of you! I could never hate you. Ever. I'd kill myself before hating you. I love you, so, so much Rose Tyler." He grinned at her.
She smirked. "Even more than bananas?"
"Well, that's a tough one, but I think I'd have to say yes, even more than bananas," he smiled, kissing her on the forehead.
Suddenly, his grin disappeared. "Rose? Are you happy?"
"I think so," she replied, slowly. "I was scared that you'd be cross, to be honest. That you wouldn't love me anymore." She stopped, thinking about her next words.
"But, now I know that you're happy, I am too!" She grinned. "Petrified, but happy." She smiled up at him, and he thought his hearts were about to burst.
He grinned at her. "Right! Pregnant women have to rest, in order to help the baby develop properly, and for the sake of their poor, poor husbands' sanity, so, to sleep with you!" He laughed, pulling her down on top of him, and cuddling her under their duvet.
"I can't believe it, love. You and me, parents! That child is so lucky that I stayed in this face, he is gonna be one good looking kiddo!"
The Doctor placed a hand over Roses' stomach, protectively.
"He?" Rose looked up at him. "You don't know it's a He!" She exclaimed.
"Ahh, Time Lord instincts, love. Can't beat them!"
"Doctor?" Rose muttered sleepily.
"Yes, love?"
"Cause I'm pregnant and have to rest, can you do something for me?"
"Of course! Anything! What is it?" He said, excitedly.
Rose smirked. "You have to tell Jackie that you got her daughter pregnant!"
Authors Note; Thanks for reading! I'm thinking about doing more chapters, with little parts of Roses' pregnancy, and maybe when the baby is born, if anyone wants me to. Please review and let me know what you think!