Disclaimer: I asked my mum, but she says no... always disapointed when I ask her something.
Summary: Rose/10.5 mush.
Pairings: Duh! Rose/10.5
Rating: K
Genre: Romance; drabble; fluff.
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She had been acting very odd lately. And it was seriously beginning to freak him out; jumping every time he entered the room; biting her lip more often; her mouth opening as if to tell him something, before locking shut immediately after and looking stricken.
Enough was enough. If she didn't tell him what the hell was the matter soon he was in danger of shaking it out of her, before shaking himself for being so worried.
He confronted her as she washed her face in the bathroom. She dried her face with a towel and paused before turning around to face him when he asked. "Uhm…"
"Come on, you can tell me," he said gently.
Thoughts whizzed his head like cars on a motorway. Someone was sick. Really sick. Oh, God, she was sick. Really sick. He guessed she had some terrible disease. Cancer, it must be! Oh, God she was dying! What the hell was he going to do? He couldn't loose her!
"Uhm…" she began.
There it was again. What kind of hospital care was she getting? He'd have to make sure it was the best. Oh no, the chemo… it was going to make her so miserable. He couldn't bare that.
"It's uhm… it's me, I…. I mean; we're going to…" she stuttered.
Oh, here it comes… it's like his worst nightmare had come to haunt him in the living. She was sick.
"I'm pregnant."
His stomach dropped. What was that? She was staring at him, slight smile – clearly unsure what to expect from him.
His face fell into an indescribable grin. Relief washed him over. Relief and joy. Not sick, the very opposite. "Really?"
She nodded and he hugged her. For the first time in his life, his guess had been wrong, and he had never been happier.
