A/N: So, I was unfortunately unable to deliver on my promise last week, I was too busy enjoying my break from school, unfortunately! But I did write a little, and I'll post it now! Hope you enjoy!

A short time later, Rose returned to the apartments she shared with the Doctor, trying to figure out the best way to tell him the news. When she opened the door, the Doctor was sitting by the fire, working out some calculations.

"Rose! Just the person I wanted to see! I've worked out how to fix Jack's vortex manipulator so we can all go home! You might want to start packing your bags and saying your goodbyes. Tell them that…your father is ill and you need to see to him. It's a reasonable enough reason to leave court, isn't it?"

"The vortex manipulator…would be dangerous…?"
"You've used it before!" The Doctor laughed, "It may give you a headache, but nothing else to worry about."

"No, I didn't finish. Would it be dangerous…for a pregnant woman?"

"I suppose it may be….wait, you're not thinking of taking Anne with us, are you?" He said. Rose laughed.

"No, you big idiot." Rose smiled, "But you were planning on taking me, right?" She winked at her husband, seeing his smile stretch from ear to ear.

"Are you…are you serious?" The Doctor laughed. He bounded off of his chair and enveloped Rose in his arms.

"We're gonna have another little Tudor lady or lord soon!" Rose said, "But I'm afraid that mean's we're stuck here. For another nine months at least. I don't want to risk anything with the baby with the vortex manipulator, and I doubt you do either, right?"

"Of course. Hey, we've made it this long, what's another nine months?

"I thought you'd say something about it. I've talked to Mum, her and Jack can set their watches to come get us when we're ready." Rose explained.

"Oh, I'm the most happy!" The Doctor exclaimed.

"The most happy." Rose replied, smiling.

Soon, King Henry's divorce with Catherine was legally binding, and plans were in full force for Anne's coronation. Hans Holbein was in charge of many of the decorations for the coronation, as he was for the wedding, and when they day came for the great event, Rose was harboring visions of cheering crowds and plenty of pomp and circumstance. Rose had stayed with Anne the night before her coronation in the Tower of London, keeping with tradition. Rose's happiness at the thought of sharing this momentous day with her husband and friend were tempered by the thought that in not too long, Anne would be here for an entirely different, not so joyous, reason. As they processed through the city, however, the crowds were sparse and quiet, not the raucous mobs Rose had envisioned. Most of the people of England supported Queen Catherine, and perhaps rightly so, but it was not Anne's fault that Catherine was treated so appallingly. Anne was gracious, smiling and waving at the people that lined the streets, but Rose could tell that this was not was she was expecting, either. Anne rode in a carriage adorned with rich silver cloth, and Rose rode a white horse behind her alongside several other ladies, the saddle and bridle adorned with Tudor roses. They arrived at Westminster Abbey, where Anne sat in the coronation chair, and was crowned with St. Edward's crown, the crown usually reserved for kings. The King was the one that placed the crown on his wife's head, and among his entourage, of course, was the Doctor. Rose and her husband hadn't truly spent a night apart since their wedding, and they had missed each other. Rose stood by Anne's side as she took the oath of the sovereign, and as her eyes met with the Doctor's, a smile was exchanged between them that lit up the cathedral even more than the bright, polished gold of the ancient crown, and the glitter of the jewels on the necks and fingers of the assembly of English gentry. Later that night, there was to be a grand ball and banquet in Anne's honor, but all the Doctor and Rose thought about was that they would have a chance to hold one another in their arms and spend the evening dancing to their heart's content. And that's just what they did.

It was sitting by the fire, reading one of the precious books from Anne Boleyn's library, that Rose felt the first stirrings of the tiny life growing inside her. A little flutter, like butterfly wings, called Rose's attention away from what she was reading, and lead her to call for her husband. Her husband came running, fearing the worst.

"Rose! What is it? What's wrong?" He asked, eyes wide.

"No, nothing's wrong." She said, putting her hands on her growing stomach to see if the Doctor would be able to feel. She felt tiny feet kicking her hand. "Feel! It's our baby…it's moving." She added. The Doctor gently put her hand where Rose had put hers.

"It…It's in there!" The Doctor said, "Our…our baby." For once, the Doctor was speechless. A new life was being formed, right under where his hand lay, and no matter how many times he saw a star being born, or a planet with the most amazing flora and fauna in the universe, the miracle of life was still new and fresh for the Doctor.

"Anne felt Elizabeth moving today, too." Rose said, "It's not long now. When did you say that she was born?"

"September 7, 1533. One month from today." The Doctor answered. Rose smiled.

"D'you think they'll be friends?"

"What do you mean?"

"Our baby, and Elizabeth. Do you think they'll be friends?"

"Well, that's up to you. If you want to stay or…"
"Or what?"

"Jack came back the other day. He took me to go get the TARDIS. It's sitting in the closet, just there." The Doctor said, pointing to a small door in the apartment that they'd never used or really even paid attention to.

"So we can go once our baby is born?" Rose asked. The Doctor nodded.

"Do you want to?" He asked.

"I don't know…" Rose said, "I mean, I feel like…like I'm invested here, now? Like you always say, we're part of events, we can't just leave."

"But we can." The Doctor said, "Once our baby is born, there'll be nothing keeping us here, will there?" He asked. Rose and the Doctor both looked at each other, both silently puzzling over that last question. Silence hung heavy in the air as they weighed their options. Rose didn't want to abandon Anne, not when she was about to go through so much. They both didn't want to leave the place and time where they had both finally admitted their love to one another and vowed to be alongside one another throughout the whole of time and space.