She clung to him then, crying and crying.

He held her, trying to make sense of everything. Rose was pregnant.

By him? It was a slim possibility. But doubtful. He knew he couldn't reproduce unless he explicitly wanted to.

But really, who else could it be? It wasn't like Rose could have gone off and shagged someone else, especially not over the past few months, when they'd been all over each other.

It had to be him. There was no other explanation.

"Rose."

She cried harder. "I'm sorry!"

"What?" Why did she need to be sorry? "If anyone has to be sorry, it's me." He was so stupid.

She looked up at him then, wiping her eyes. "Do you actually WANT this?"

Did he?

Children.

The word was domestic, glaringly so. It almost made him cringe.

Or it would have.

But this was Rose. And somehow it worked.

It worked so well that his mind conjured up images before he could stop it.

Images of a little Time baby, with blonde hair and an adorable smile, going on adventures with him and Rose.

He did actually want it. He wanted it a lot. But his opinion didn't exactly matter in this situation.

"That depends." He answered. "Do you want this?"

She cried harder. "I don't know!"

But the answer was no. She didn't. She wasn't ready for this step. She wanted to have the decision for when this would happen.

"What are you afraid of?" His question was simple, distinct.

She pulled away from him. "Not having time. Together. With you." She hated lying. But the hope on his face was terrifying.

His face grew serious again. "Rose. You need to tell me the truth. Do you want this?"

More tears fell down her face as she shook her head.

The Doctor's heart sank.

The tears fell harder as she saw the look of disappointment on his face. She couldn't bear it if he was unhappy. Couldn't bear it at all. Maybe she could rethink this. "Wait."

He waited.

She took a breath. "Just wait." It felt good to say. Wait. It was like a pause button, allowing her to breathe, and gather her thoughts back together.

She carefully wiped the tears from her face. "Can you let me just think?"

"Okay." He gently let her free of his arms and got halfway back to the couch, when a single thought stopped him in his tracks.

Was she going to keep the baby because it made him happy?

She would ruin her life and her dreams for the future, because it would make him happy?

That whole sentence sounded decidedly wrong. Even in HIS head.

He whirled around. "Rose!"

She was already out of the bathroom. "Listen, Doctor?"

He paused. "Yeah?"

"Can we just run a couple tests on the TARDIS? Y'know, to see if the pregnancy test was right and all?"

She was going to keep it. His heart sank. "Listen, Rose..."

She knew he'd have worked it all out, but really. His entire race had disappeared. If she was going to have the child of the last of the Time Lords, that, at least, was something special.

Almost good enough to ruin her life with?

Seeing the look of hope on the Doctor's face when he'd found out had answered that question.

And who was she to refuse the Doctor something he wanted, when he'd given her the universe and all of time and space?

And his love.

So, yes, she was going to keep the baby. To hell with her visions of a perfect future, with just her and the Doctor. They'd have a little Time Tot to take care of. Who'd be adorable just like the Doctor and smart just like the Doctor and maybe even as brave as the Doctor.

A happy family. That's what they'd be. Together.

A/N
Yikes. This was a short chapter until I rewrote it.

I feel like there are tons of mistakes in this one. *paranoid*

I hate mistakes.