River and the doctor had been travelling together for one week after being in Manhattan. Both the doctor and river were both still upset about it. The doctor spent most of his time sitting in the console room or playing with the TARDIS controls. River spent most of the days in their bedroom laying down, or in the bathroom. River was convinced that she was ill. She spent most of her time vomiting in the toilet ever since their time in Manhattan, and when she wasn't throwing up she had a bad headache and was lying down in bed. The only time she felt like she ever saw the doctor was when they slept. He would hold her tight and she would sleep peacefully. But he would always wake up long before her and go to the console room.
It is a Thursday night, River is trying to fall asleep when she hears him approach. He knocks on the door and says, "River, can I talk to you?"
She sighs and gets up off the bed and heads to the door. She lets out a small grunt of pain, and clenches her stomach tightly. She opens the door quickly and he is standing in the doorway giving her a smile. She returns it with a slight smile and asks him, "Yes?"
He fiddles with his bow tie and says, "Um, I was wondering maybe if I could spend the day tomorrow in here, with you?" She nods her head signalling yes. He smiles at her, happy to be there.
"You can sit down, sweetie." she says to him happily. He smiles back at her and goes to the bed. River shuts the door, she thinks it feels more private to have the door shut. She sits down next to him. He looks over at her and smiles, and pulls her into a hug.
He whispers into her ear, "Oh River. I'm so so sorry the way I have been acting recently, it's just, well you know." he clings on to her tighter, but she can feel her stomach contents rising into her throat.
She quickly pulls out of the hug and quickly blurts out, "It's okay." and sprints to the bathroom. She quickly bends over into her usual position and begins to vomit. Seconds later he is by her side. He grabs her hair and holds it back out of her face so it doesn't get covered in her vomit. The doctor rubs soothing patterns on her back hoping to provide some comfort.
After a few minutes of vomiting she begins to stand up out of her crouching position. She feels a bit lightheaded, and her normal headache is back.
He looks her up and down and asks, "Is everything alright River?" he wraps his hand around her waist, and kisses the top of her forehead.
She mutters, "Yes, I think I might have the flu or something." but she didn't have the faintest idea what was wrong with her. All she knows is that she has been feeling this way ever since the morning after they got back after Manhattan.
He looks at her full of concern and says, "How about you lay down, and I will go get you something to drink?"
She nods her head signalling yes. He kisses her on the cheek and leaves. She lays down and places her hand on her forehead, she thinks about what is wrong with her. She doubts she had the flu. She thinks about her symptoms, she vomits a lot, she gets headaches a lot, and every once in a while she gets a slight pain in her stomach. She thinks deeply into all her knowledge about medical problems, though she doesn't know much. The only things she can think of is, either she has the flu or some kind of illness, or she is pregnant. But no, she thinks she can't be pregnant! How? Well she knows how, but when? All of these questions are running though her head, is she pregnant?
She is in the middle of thinking when the doctor opens the door with a glass of water in his hand. He gives her a smile and hands it to her. She gulps it down quickly. The cool water helping soothe her headache. She closes her eyes for a moment and leans her head back against the headboard. She only opens her eyes when she feels his hand touching her shoulder. His hands move up to her forehead to check for a fever, he shakes his head no.
He kindly asks her, "River, how long have you been vomiting?" she avoids looking into his warm brown eyes and lies, "I started vomiting yesterday."
The doctor softly kisses her forehead and lets his lips linger there for a moment. He pulls back but much to his surprise she leans her forehead on his and closes her eyes. She lets a sigh out that she didn't know she was holding for so long.
He softly asks her, "Do you want a medical scan?"
She shakes her head no, and then says, "Not yet, how about if I don't feel better by tomorrow night than you can do a medical scan?"
"Okay." he whispers to himself. But she planned to sneak out in the middle of the night and perform one by herself. She had a strange superstition that she just might be pregnant. Her and the doctor did make love often, at least on a weekly basis when they were together.
She decided that the sooner she could perform a medical test the better, so she faked a loud yawn. It caught his attention and he looked at her, she closed her eyes and lie down. He wrapped his arm around her. She rested her head on his chest.
After about an hour and a half of laying there she was convinced that he was asleep. She slowly opened her eyes and shimmed out of his arms. She walked to the closet and pulled a hoodie over her cold, clammy body. She walked down the hall and luckily the TARDIS made it a short walk for her to the med bay. She sat down on the bed and said aloud to the TARDIS, "General Medical Scan on Melody Pond."
The monitor by the bed lit up and read on it,
MELODY POND HEALTHY 4 WEEKS PREGNANT
Her eyes widened and her hand quickly moved down to her stomach. She stared down at her stomach with wide eyes. She couldn't be pregnant, she wasn't supposed to be. A few stray tears began to run down her face, and many more followed. Before she knew it she heard the doctor's steps coming from down the hallway. She quickly turned the machine off and ran to the bathroom connected to the Med Bay. She jumped into the shower and sat in the bathtub silently. She wasn't ready to tell him yet. She heard his footsteps in the Med Bay.
The doctor turned the machine on, he clicked on the history tab in the corner, but the TARDIS had cleared the records of River's scan. He sighed and decided just to go back to bed. When River heard the door close she sat in the bathtub for minute and wiped away her tears.
She walked back up the hall and into the bedroom. He was laying wide awake on the bed and kindly asked her, "Where did you go?"
River just smoothly lied and said, "I just decided to take a stroll, sorry if I worried you."
The doctor replied with, "Oh, that's okay. Are you feeling any better?"
She sat down on the other side of the bed and lied again, "I actually do, I think the walking around helped clear out my head a bit."
He smiled up at her and patted the bed next to him signalling for her to lie down. She did. He wrapped his hand around her and she rested her head on his chest. A single tear rolled down her face, she, River Song was pregnant.
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