Author's Note:

Hi Folks. It has been a very, very long time since I have updated my stories or even been on the site. The only reason being is that my own life has taken over and I now have a hubby and a baby who keep me busy. I would like to try and get back into writing but free time for me is sparse so it will be a slow process to complete anything. I will try and get a few chapters up once in a while but please be patient as my writing will be rusty and updates will be minimal. I do encourage you, however, to check out the other stories I have written. I hope you like them! Please review or send a private message.

This story is the third installment of a series called "The Domestic Doctor." Please read the two other stories in this series before reading this one to understand the backstory and plot. Thank you!

A Few Months Later…

"Honestly Doctor, I really think she should have her own room." Rose stared at The Doctor, her arms crossed, pregnant belly sticking out…she was not backing down.

"Come on Rose…she will be so little…." The Doctor moaned. "Can't she just stay with us?"

"Of course she can…but there will come a time when we will want our privacy…and besides, it will be good for her. Not right away, but when she is a few months old. Wouldn't it be nice for her to have her own little room with toys and colourful walls and decorations?" Rose pushed. The Doctor gave a defeated "hmph" and placed his hand on Rose's belly. He lowered himself to rest his head against her as if listening for something. "What are you doing?" Rose asked.

"She said fine…"

"The baby can't talk." Rose replied.

"She said fine and that she will accept your offer of her own bedroom but she wants toys…lots of toys…" The Doctor said. Rose rolled her eyes.

"You know, we already have a room full of stuffed toys, rocking horses, rocking cows, rocking fish, rocking giraffes and rocking….whatever else is in there. Honestly, some of those things are terrifying even to me. A child's rocking toy shouldn't have 4 eyes and 6 legs…" Rose complained.

"You're right. I guess we should buy her more!" The Doctor exclaimed as he jumped up and began jogging down another aisle. "This is what you get for asking me to take you baby shopping! The biggest baby store in the galaxy!"

The Doctor wasn't lying. It was ten stories high, each floor catering to something specific and currently they were on the first floor…stuffed toys. Rose followed behind, not annoyed in the slightest but rather feeling very lucky and very much loved.

She was eight months pregnant and feeling every bit so. The Doctor was so kind, massaging her aching back, helping her with her shoes and being attentive to her needs. No less than three times, flying through time and space to get those "just perfect" chips that she craved so frequently. Rose could feel the TARDIS as well…adjusting the temperature before she even asked, always providing the perfect temperature for the water when she needed a relaxing bath. Yes, truly, Rose was lucky and very much loved.