"What?" The Doctor stared at her as though she'd told him her mother was coming to travel with them.
"My period's late," she sobbed. "I can't think of anything else that it could be."
The Doctor froze for a moment, unable to think of anything tat would help. Then he reached into his pocket and pulled out his glasses pushing them onto his nose.
"Time for me to live up to my name," he said smiling and placing his hands on Rose's stomach. She groaned, not in the mood for jokes and rubbed her face with her hands. "Sorry, bad pun."
He couldn't sense anything wrong, but then why was Rose in this much pain? He frowned and pulled Rose into an upright position.
"Did they do anything to you when they captured you?" He asked, looking Rose in the eye. She shook her head, trying not to cry again.
"What's wrong with me?" She asked clutching the Doctor's hand tightly. The Doctor didn't want to admit it, but he had no idea what was causing the pair.
"I don't know," he said quietly. Rose stared at him, if the Doctor didn't know it had to be something bad.
Jack led Charlie to his room again and the pair sat down in awkward silence. Jack stared around, not having been in the TARDIS for so long and still finding it hard to believe he was back.
"I suppose you'll wanna travel with them now they've come back for you," Charlie said off handedly running a hand through his hair.
"Of course," Jack said brightly. "Rose and the Doc would love it if we stayed-"
"See that's the thing Jack," Charlie interrupted. "I don't think I can go with them. I'm not cut out for this adventuring thing."
"But…" Jack's face fell. "I can't leave you."
Charlie shrugged.
"It's your life," he said standing up. "You don't want to be tied down with me, so I'll understand if you go with them."
"What?" Jack stood up too. "What gave you the idea that I don't want to be with you?"
"You're always going on about Rose and the Doctor and the TARDIS," Charlie said unable to keep the note of hurt out of his voice. "You never… it's hard to explain. You're just so distant, it's like you're never quite with me. Like you're only with me because you can't be with them. Now, because I'm second best and the Doctor has stumbled back into your life, you want leave with them."
Jack stared at Charlie as if he were mad.
"Of course I want to go with them," He said carefully. "But only because I would be mad to miss the opportunity. It's got nothing to do with you, and you're not second best. I'm going out with you for goodness sake! The Doctor'll tell you what I was like before; I used to have a different person every day. Settling down with you was the first proper relationship I've ever had. It was the best thing that ever happened to me."
Charlie shook his head sadly.
"But it's not a proper relationship," he said quietly. "We hardly ever see each other and when we do all you ever go on about is your life in the TARDIS. You've got to let go Jack, or go with them. But I can't go with you."
He glanced at Jack before wandering out the door and down the corridor.
"Hey, Charlie!" Jack called, from the doorway. "Where are you going?"
"To find a bathroom," Charlie replied not looking back.
"But you don't know where it is," Jack said.
"I'll find it," Charlie folded his arms, Jack watching forlornly as his boyfriend walked away.
The Doctor had carried Rose all the way back to the infirmary; baby Jack following not far behind. He climbed up on a chair next the bed the Doctor had placed Rose on.
"What's wrong Mummy?" Jack asked sounding worried.
"Nothing baby," Rose replied, trying to ignore the pain. "Mummy's just got a tummy ache."
Jack nodded and obviously seemed to decide that this explanation was good enough for him. The Doctor meanwhile was scanning Rose to find out why exactly she was suffering.
Rose stroked Jack's head whilst she waited, trying to distract herself. She still couldn't believe that this little boy was hers and the Doctors. It was still unreal that she should be a Mum.
The readings began to show up on the scanner and the Doctor frowned at them. He reset it and did the scan again but the same readings came up.
The TARDIS was obviously malfunctioning he decided and got a mental nudge for his troubles.
Alright! Sorry, but what else could it be?
Did you ever think that maybe the readings are right?
But that would mean…
Yeah.
Oh.
The Doctor glanced over at Rose and took a deep breath. Somehow he wasn't sure if Rose was going to be thrilled by the news.