"So, when are you going to tell him?"
"Well, you know, quick and painless."
"D'you think he'll be pleased?"
"He already knows her, do I don't think he'll be shocked."
"You know, I'm gonna say he will, men always find a way of being scared of babies."
"I know, my dad was like that for about a year!" Chapter 1
Author's Notes: (Pregnancy- week five)
"D'you have to eat those?"
The Doctor looked round, half a biscuit hanging out of his mouth.
"D'you want one?"
"No."
Martha mused that they currently smelled of eggs, and she wanted nothing to do with them.
"Just tea would be fine."
The Doctor was already occupied, checking his phone- and continuing to eat biscuits; oblivious to the inference.
"Child," Donna asserted, and headed for the kitchen. While there, she texted Martha.
-Such a doofus.
-I concur.
-Alright?
-Just headachey, fine so far.
The Doctor was also engrossed in his phone. Alonso was staying with Jack, and he needed regular updates.
-Alonso destruction level?
-Zero. Doing nothing.
-Sleeping?
-No, just...staring.
-Lucky.
Donna returned with the tea, and seized the opportunity.
"Shaun's bugging me- probably wants me to go protect him from my mother while he's round fixing the kettle- she scares him," she added in hushed tones.
She winked at Martha, and promptly took her bag and left the flat.
- Level 1. Walking around looking suspicious.
- That's Level 2. Level one is just walking.
- Received.
Martha thought this was a bit sudden, bit it wasn't going to be any better whatever the timing.
- He bit me.
- Level 4.
- What's Level 3?
- Playful.
- I see. What would Level 5 be?
- Painful.
- Ha, ha.
Martha sipped her tea and tried her best not to look shifty.
The Doctor watched her eyes move from side to side, and was finally distracted from Alonso's Level Updates.
She beckoned him, and he sat next to her, instead of at her feet as usual.
-Jack, am I her puppy?
- Affirmative.
- Now... that's just not funny.
"Er...hello?"
He looked up at her and made a point of putting the phone down on the coffee table.
"Well, there's...if you could stop inspecting me, that would be great..."
Maybe this would be easier than she thought.
"Face- out of," she instructed, and he promptly backed away.
He blinked at her, and said nothing.
"You already know, don't you?"
He poked her gently.
"I guess having her visit from the future helps then?"
"Poke."
"Stop doing that."
"She told me to, she says she liked it."
"Right."
"She also likes hugs," he added.
"Can't you just freak out or something? Well, maybe..."
"Help."
"I thought so."