Martha sat at her computer feeling frustrated. It had been a week since she had last seen the Doctor and heard his confession but she still had no idea how to help him. The internet wasn't any help as male pregnancy wasn't something that happened during this century, though she did find some interesting fiction stories that had been written on the subject. She did find a lot of information regarding female pregnancies but she wasn't sure how much it would help her with the Doctor. She wanted to call and ask him but he had made it clear that he didn't want to discuss the pregnancy or anything regarding the baby. The only other person she could think to ask, she was forbidden from talking to. She was tempted to call him anyway but she couldn't lose the Doctor's trust. If he found out, she would never see him again and he would lose his only confidant that he had regarding the child. Giving up for the night, she went to her room taking a long hot bath to relax before finally retiring for the night.
Waking up early the next morning, she made her way sleepily to the kitchen. She made herself a hot cup of coffee. Going to the living room, she reached for the remote on the coffee table turning on the telly. A soft moan from the couch startled her and she turned quickly to see that she wasn't alone. The Doctor was sleeping on his side facing towards the back of the couch. He had brought a blanket with him from the TARDIS and had found a pillow somewhere. Martha smiled despite being initially startled to find out she wasn't alone in her flat, she was happy to see him. He moaned again, rubbing his face against the pillow. Quickly, she turned the telly down not wanting to wake him. She watched him as he sniffled softly, settling down again. Sitting down in her armchair instead, she curled her legs underneath her as she sat watching the news quietly.
"Is the kettle still hot?" The Doctor asked almost an hour later.
"It is, do you want a cup of tea?" Martha offered. The Doctor nodded. Throwing the blankets back he revealed he was sleeping in his full suit. From the amount of clothes he was wearing it was hard to tell that the weight he was gaining was centered in his stomach making it look as though he had just gained weight overall. He padded sleepily to the loo closing the door behind him. Standing, Martha went into the kitchen making him a cup of tea with extra sugar in it. She heard the shower start and sighed. Setting the tea aside, she pulled out eggs, sausage, and bread. By the time the Doctor emerged from the shower breakfast was ready and sitting on the small table.
"Are you hungry?" Martha wondered.
"Starving," the Doctor admitted as he wandered over. He his hair was damp from the shower and he had pulled back on his trousers along with undershirt leaving his jacket off. Martha could see that his stomach looked even more pronounced than the last time she saw him and wondered how long it had been since ATMOS for him. He took one look at the food before heading into the kitchen. He returned quickly with peanut butter, marmalade, and cheese. Sitting at his place, he opened the jars and began to assemble a sandwich using all the ingredients in front of him. Martha tried not to gag as she reminded herself that he was pregnant and probably having weird cravings.
"You know that you could have woken me up last night if you needed the company," Martha advised him as she watched him work.
"I know. I thought about it when I arrived but it was almost two in the morning your time and it didn't seem fair. Even if I don't conform to Earth time, you do, so I got one of my blankets from the TARDIS and laid down for a few hours as well," the Doctor answered her. Lifting the sandwich, he took a large bite of it.
"Well, you're welcome to stay here whenever you want. I have to work today but there is plenty of tea and food in the cupboard. If there is something you want that I don't have, though, just let me know and I can pick it up on the way home from work," Martha offered.
"You don't have to buy me food Martha. I have plenty on the TARDIS," The Doctor responded.
"You actually bought food?" Martha questioned with a laugh of disbelief. During the entire time that they had traveled together she never once saw him go grocery shopping. In fact the entire amount of food at any given time that they usually had on the TARDIS consisted of tea, milk, sugar, and bananas.
"Donna made me," The Doctor answered making a face that clearly showed what he thought about grocery shopping.
"Speaking of Donna where is she?" Martha asked curious about why she didn't see his companion yet.
"I dropped her off for a few days to spend time with her granddad," The Doctor explained.
"And have you talked to her yet?" Martha wondered.
"I talk to her about a lot of things," The Doctor responded on purposely misunderstanding her question.
"I meant," Martha started but was quickly interrupted.
"I know what you meant and I told you I wasn't going to talk to her," The Doctor snipped snidely.
"You need to talk to somebody," Martha argued him. She saw him glance quickly towards the TARDIS and she sighed. Pushing him would just cause him to run. Instead, she changed the subject trying to get an idea how long it had been since their last visit. The Doctor brightened as he spoke of meeting Agatha Christine before taking Donna to the planet of the hats to fulfill one of her dreams. They had then gone on to visit The Fifteenth Broken Moon of the Medusa Cascade, the Lightning Skies of Cotter Palluni's World and the Diamond Coral Reefs of Kataa Flo Ko, all the places that he had promised to take Donna when he thought she was leaving. While it was apparent that he was having fun, it was obvious that she had ignored her request to return within a months time and she made the mistake of pointing it out. The Doctor didn't say anything else as he stood up going into the TARDIS, slamming the door shut behind him. Martha waited a few minutes, thankful when the TARDIS remained in place. Hopeful that she would still be able to reach him, she headed to the doors.