"Remind me again why we're doing this now?" Rose complained, supporting her aching back with one hand and rolling TARDIS blue paint onto a white wall with the other. "I'm pretty sure I'm getting more paint on myself than the wall." It was true; Rose had splotches of blue all over the front of her shirt, particularly dotted all over her pregnant belly. She kept forgetting she had to fully extend her arms to reach the wall without bumping her belly, and as a result, the stomach area on her shirt was now dotted blue.
Her half-human Doctor grinned, and abandoning his paint brush, sidled over to his wife and slipped his arms around her from behind.
"Because," he murmured in her ear, giving it a kiss. "Otherwise, we'll forever procrastinate about doing it once Jack is born," he explained patiently. He spread his hands out, massaging her sides and her stomach. "Want me to remind you whose idea it was?" he asked, and she rolled her eyes, leaning back slightly into him and placing her hands over his.
"Shut up," she told him half-heartedly with a small chuckle. "Can't we take a break? We've been at this for ages, and I don't see you with an extra ten kilos hanging off your front- hey!" Rose dropped the roller, splattering blue paint over her feet and almost lost her balance as her husband locked his arms around her waist and pulled her gently backwards. She stumbled but he supported her, pulling until he reached the sheet covered cushioned rocking chair, then sat, securing her on his lap.
"Better?" he asked innocently with a cheeky grin. She tried to get up but he held firm, going one step further as to pull her legs up and over the arm of the chair so her belly was pressed against his chest. Rose rolled her eyes at him again, although she was comfortable.
"I'm probably squishing you right now," she told him exasperatedly.
"Nah, 'course not!" he scoffed, and kissed her stomach. She reluctantly smiled, and rested her head against his as he gently rubbed her belly and rocked the chair slowly back and forth, back and forth. They were silent for such a long time that Rose almost fell asleep.
After about ten minutes (the Doctor was counting, Rose had no idea), she was startled out of her peace with a quick kiss to her cheek and a nudge on her arm.
"Come on then sleepyhead; let's finish painting then you can have your afternoon nap," her husband murmured in her ear. "Such tardiness, pretty sure I've done most the room! Look at your little section." He pointed at the half-meter squared white splotch Rose had been in the middle of painting when he'd tugged her away. Rose poked out her tongue at him, and swung her legs off the arm with some difficulty.
"I'm a planet," she complained, relying on him to help push her into a standing position. The Doctor chuckled.
"But you're my planet," he told her, grinning and kissed her cheek. He bent and picked up her roller before she tried to and toppled over - he had already witnessed that and while the Doctor had thought it was hilarious, he had only been rewarded with a glare and a grumpy wife.
"You're gonna get a smack if you're not careful," she warned him with a grin, accepting the roller from him. "Oi, where're you going?"
The Doctor darted from the room, too fast for her to follow, and was back within ten seconds.
"Look what I got for the door," he said, handing the plaque facedown to her. She eyed him curiously, and flipped it over. Then she laughed, her eyes wandering over the blue and the stars surrounding the words.
"It's perfect," she said, turning side on so she could kiss him on the lips and wrap her arms around him. "Jack's TARDIS."