Ok, so i promised I'd write another little ficlet, and here it is. It's completely unrelated to the last one... sort of... i mean, this could be after he got Rose back, but hey, for now, completely unrelated.

Disclaimer: (Because i forgot to do it in the first chapter, and this is going to have to do for any future chapter aswell!) I don't own anyone but their enourmous brood!

When Rose woke up to find herself alone in the big dark room, she instantly panicked, imagining the worst, like her husband being dragged away by aliens as she slept on peacefully. But upon calming herself down, she listened carefully, and beneath the hum of the engines she could just make out the sounds of a child sniffling, and a gentle tenor singing a foreign lullaby.

With a tiny smile and a good natured grumble, Rose rolled herself out of the bed and tugged a dressing gown over her pyjamas as she shuffled across the room in the dark to fumble at the door handle and let herself into the corridor.

At first she had to squint it was so bright in comparison to the dark of the bedroom, but she silently made her way to the open door just down from theirs. She lent against the doorframe and smiled at what she saw before her.

The Doctor, clad in a pair of pyjama bottoms and a faded old blue t-shirt, swayed gently with the snuffling boy in his arms as he quietly sang one of the songs from his childhood, occasionally dropping a kiss onto the boy's white blonde hair.

When he was sure the boy was asleep, he disappeared into one of the six doors that led off of the main room. This door was painted a deep, forest green and had 'Jack' in perfect, curly letters sketched across it. Each door was painted a different colour and with the names of the occupants on the front.

Rose grinned at The Doctor as her appeared from Jack's room again and walked over to place a kiss on his cheek before going to check each of the rooms in turn. The twins, Jane and Sarah had once again ignored the second bed in their room and were curled up together in the middle of one bed, their covers a mess around their tiny 8 year old bodies like a nest.

The next room belonged to 15 year old Jacqueline, who was so deep under her duvet, only a tuft of her platinum blonde hair was visible.

After Jackie, was 10 year old Mickey, his ever loved teddy sat on the edge of the bed, so he could claim he wasn't hugging it upon questioning, but still close enough to provide comfort.

The next room belonged to 6 year old Jack, their most troublesome child, always falling out of trees, pressing banned buttons, but also the child most likely to have night terrors.

After Jack was Peter, their oldest child at 18 years old. He was sprawled out across his bed, only his midriff covered, his vivid blue hair an almost identical replica of their father's brown mess.

The final room belonged to their youngest child, Robert, who at 4 years, was enjoying his first proper bed, still very proud of his space themed duvet cover with it's silly green aliens.

When Rose appeared from Robert's room, to find her husband quietly picking up the toys spread across the floor and putting them back on their shelves and in their respective boxes. She walked over and captured his mouth passionately, smiling inwardly as it took him a moment to register what was going on and respond.

When they broke apart, they were both panting quietly, grinning like idiots.

"What was that for?" He asked quietly, pressing another kiss to her forehead. Rose chuckled and wrapped her arms around his waist.

"For giving me such beautiful children..."

Thank you for reading!

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