Rose slowly drifted awake to the feeling of a hand - not her own - resting on her large stomach, and her legs sitting on someone's lap, wrapped in a blanket. She opened her tired eyes to find her human husband, the Doctor, sitting quietly, a book in one hand, the other absentmindedly tracing patterns on her belly. He didn't notice her wake, so she watched him for a while, examining his features as they moved through different reactions to the book. His face was lit by the reading lamp he had on the table beside him, but the rest of the darkened room flickered with only the light of the warm fire he had going.
He still didn't notice her open eyes as his hand slipped down to hold hers. She kept it limp as he took it in his, stroking the back of it with his thumb. A soft smile lit her face, and she was silently thankful for the man she had been given, whom she had the chance to give herself completely to, and receive him fully in return.
Her baby kicked unexpectedly, and Rose gave a startled jolt, alerting the Doctor she was awake. He smiled at her, setting his book down and giving her leg a squeeze.
"Hey there," he murmured, and Rose smiled back at him, rubbing her belly with her free hand.
"Hey," she replied softly, giving his hand a squeeze in return. "When did you get in?"
He pondered the question.
"About half five," he said, after a moment. "Came home; you were out like a light. Baby even kicked a few times, usually you never sleep through those." He took to massaging her feet, and she hummed a satisfied little hum.
"Mmm, that feels nice. Didn't mean to fall asleep, was just reading through the names book again..." she gestured to where she'd thought it would have fallen onto the floor to find it wasn't there. "Hmm, well I did have it before." She looked back to the Doctor to find him holding it up, an amused smile on his face.
"I was reading through your favourites," he explained, going back to massaging.
She eyed him curiously. "You find any you like?"
He nodded, then grinned. "One," he admitted, then he picked up the book again. "Lucky it's a boy one; I wouldn't have a clue what to call a girl." He flicked through the pages, stopping when he found it. Rose could just make out the yellow of her highlighter on the page. "It means healthy, strong, or - I like this bit - full of energy." He chuckled, hand coming back to rest over their growing child. She smiled at that.
"That's my favourite too," she said, moving his hand over the place the baby just kicked. Rose felt another kick, and a silly pleased grin appeared on her Doctor's face.
"I guess we're set on what we'll call him then?" he asked. A glorious Rose Tyler smile - the smiles he lived for - lit up her face, and she nodded.
"Jack." Their baby kicked. They both smiled.
"Jack."