Something about the words, our little Doomsday kid, made the Doctor freeze. Our little kid. The Doctor and Rose. His family. His son, his wife. Gallifrey. "We've come full circle, now, Rose, haven't we?" He muttered. "Right, sorry, go on."

Rose smiled a bit, confused by what he had said. "Ok, so, remember the Games, in 2012? That night, right?"

"I could never forget it, Rose," Doctor responded, a sly smile on his face.

"Well, it was that night. I realized after Doomsday, a few weeks before Norway. I didn't say anything at Bad Wolf Bay because I knew you would destroy both worlds to get to us. I couldn't do that to everyone else, just for you, my Doctor. And I wouldn't let you do that to anyone, either. I said Mum was going to have the baby because I didn't want to hurt you. I knew that you wouldn't mind leaving just me, but leaving me as a single mum? You would never intentionally do that. So, when we got home from the Bay, mum offered to pay rent on my little flat and come help on days I have to work. It's hard, but we make it work. Settling down is never how you imagine it, is it?" Rose smiled sadly as tears ran down her face. She remembered vividly the time they were orbiting the black hole and they joked about it. Settling down had seemed like such a foreign concept then, but now… now it was her reality.

"Rose, I'm so sorry. I am so, so sorry." The Doctor wanted to punch himself. It was his fault. He was the reason Rose was all alone, a single mother raising her son, living in her parents' flat.

"Don't be, Doctor. Can't you see how amazing our son is? If he's part of you, though, does that mean...?" Rose didn't finish her question, but it didn't matter. The Doctor knew what she was asking.

"I'm sorry, Rose. Gallifrey is part Time Lord, so he's a Time Lord too." Rose laughed bitterly. Her mascara was plastered on her cheeks, but she wasn't crying anymore. "It's hard, I know. I'm sorry."

"So not only will my son outlive me, but you will, too. At least you can have each other to keep company, yea? Watch after him? You'll both watch out for each other when I'm gone." Rose twined her hands with the Doctor's.

The Doctor shook his head sadly. "Don't talk like that, Rose. You're still here with us. We still need you. Who else is going to make sure we don't get killed?" Rose choked out a laugh.

"Take us to the TARDIS, Doctor. Me, you, and our son, a travelling family," Rose joked.

"No, not yet, Rose. I've still got to figure out how Gallifrey got us here, then we've gotta take Martha back home, then I've gotta find a proper alien nanny for Gallifrey—you don't want him out there with us until he's older, right? Then we'll be a proper travelling family."

The Doctor and Rose walked into the house, ready for supper. They acted as though four years hadn't passed, jostling each other as they walked, smiling at each other lovingly. It was everything the Doctor missed. Rose groaned when they walked into the kitchen and saw Jackie trying to feed Gallifrey spaghetti. It seemed like Gallifrey got the spaghetti sauce everywhere but his mouth-his shirt, his pants, his hair, his highchair, Jackie's face. It was a mess. "You know, Rose, the one thing I miss the most about being a dad? The mess," The Doctor whispered in Rose's ear. His eyes twinkled with love for his son.

"Yea? Then you can clean it up, Doctor," Rose joked, her gaze slightly more annoyed and horrified at their son.

"I think you misunderstood, Rose. I miss making the mess. Jackie looks like she can clean it up! Oh, hello, Martha. This is Rose. Rose, this is Martha, my companion."

"Hello," Rose replied. "It's nice to meet you. Have you been keeping him out of trouble, then? Keeping him alive?" She was only partially joking. She knew the Doctor's knack for getting out of control.

"Barely. I thought he almost died in 1930's New York! Got struck by lightning trying to save people being controlled by the Daleks," Martha replied. "There are more times, too, but I can't explain them all-it'd take too long." They both laughed. They knew keeping the Doctor alive was hard work, but someone had to do it. "Jackie said the little boy is your kid then, right? Who's the dad, if you don't mind me asking?"

"Oh, yea, Gallifrey's my little boy. Our little boy, actually," Rose replied quickly, motioning to the Doctor.

"Oh. You never mentioned you had a kid, Doctor."

"He didn't know. I didn't tell him. I didn't want him to ruin everyone else's existence for me and a little boy." Rose cut in, defensive of her Doctor. She knew that the Doctor didn't like Martha as more than a friend, but Rose could tell Martha liked him. Besides, it's not like the Doctor had to tell Martha everything about him.

"Right. So, spaghetti for dinner? I love spaghetti. You know, I was there when they invented spaghetti. Helped them cook it, too. Learned I wasn't a very good cook, but you know. Can't be good at everything, I suppose," The Doctor awkwardly prattled on, trying to fill the silence that had set in.

"I think Martha and I are going to eat in the sitting room. You two better talk and clean up after your kid! He's a nightmare! Must take after you, Doctor," Jackie complained. The Doctor scratched the back of his head and waited for Martha and Jackie to get their plates of food and leave before looking apologetically at Rose.

"God, who is she, thinking you're just gonna spill everything to her! If she wasn't so nosey she'd be alright." Rose angrily shoveled spaghetti onto two plates, one for herself and one for the Doctor. "I mean, it's one thing, traveling with you, but another to act like she's automatically your best friend! It's so frustrating, Doctor," Rose exclaimed, her face stuck in a scowl.

"Rose," the Doctor started, giving her a look. "Are you okay?" Genuine concern covered his face