The Doctor was worried about Rose. He was hiding it because he didn't want Rose to worry, but he wasn't sure how long he could keep up the pretence. The thing was, Rose was a human, pregnant with two part Gallifreyan children and he wasn't sure if Rose would be able to cope.

He knew Rose would be fine once they were born, but it was the pregnancy itself that was going to be complicated. The Doctor didn't know how well her body would deal with two aliens growing inside her.

His own mother had suffered badly when she was pregnant with him and that had been one child and they were on Gallifrey at the time.

He stood watching Rose as Jackie Tyler fussed over her. Part of him knew that Rose had probably guessed there would be complications. Jackie Tyler would no doubt be one of them.

She'd called not long after they left in the TARDIS demanding they return home immediately. Rose hadn't argued, she knew it would only be worse if she did. So now they were hear, Jackie was giving the Doctor a lecture about running off with her daughter, and giving Rose a lecture about running off willingly.

The Doctor could easily tune out Jackie's ranting but Rose couldn't. She looked worse by the minute and the Doctor knew he'd have to step in soon.

"-You could've hurt yourself, or them!" Jackie shouted.

"Jackie," the Doctor said quickly as she took a breath. "I don't think Rose is very well. She's home and safe why don't you let her lie down?"

Rose looked at him gratefully, standing up and heading for her room, running a hand through her hair as she went.

"You're going to kill me, running off all the time!" Jackie said turning to the Doctor to start on him again.

"Jackie, let it go," the Doctor said. "Rose will be fine. Do you really think I'm going to be so reckless with the one person who's given me a second chance of a family?"

Jackie sat down and sighed.

"No, I suppose not," she agreed. "I just worry."

"I know, so do I," the Doctor replied smiling slightly as he stuffed his hands in his pockets. He sat down next to Jackie and wondered if Rose was ok.

Rose was lying on her bed trying not to cry. Her head was pounding and she felt sick again. She'd thought it would be exciting, scary, but exciting when she had her first kids. But this was turning out to be one of the worst experiences she'd had.

She only hoped the twins would be alright. Maybe once they were born things would be a bit better. She wouldn't feel ill for starters.

The first month was defiantly the worst. The morning sickness still lingered despite the Doctor's best efforts to help her. Her mother didn't make the situation any easier either. She fussed and wouldn't let Rose go out of the flat alone.

The Doctor tried on many occasions to sneak her out but Jackie made sure she kept an extra close eye on the pair of them. The Doctor found this very hard to deal with. He got itchy feet very quickly, but didn't want to leave Rose.

Rose's family also started asking questions when Jackie told them she was pregnant. After all, they had to avoid visits because of the short pregnancy. All in all, Rose thought it would've been better to wait until she'd given birth to tell anyone and then make something up about her being at risk of losing them and not wanting to tell anyone until they were positive they were going to survive. But no, Jackie had to be awkward.

She got steadily worse as Rose developed a bump. It was like Jackie was the one having kids. She went out constantly and bought stuff (using the Doctor's credit card) and would show it to Rose who just shot a look at the Doctor. The Doctor would then take this stuff back when Jackie wasn't looking and swap it for something Rose approved of.

Jackie also fretted constantly about the fact that Rose couldn't go to a hospital for a check up. The Doctor had assured Jackie that the TARDIS kept a constant eye on Rose and it wasn't entirely a lie. The TARDIS was indeed monitoring Rose, but the Doctor had also performed several manual scan for Rose's sake. They'd decided to conveniently forget to mention this to her mother though.

Rose found it harder and harder to sleep and most nights she spent staring at the ceiling until the Doctor came calling. Then they'd lay awake together, talking.

One night, Rose had not long gone to bed when the Doctor tapped on her bedroom door. She smiled at him and shuffled over so he had room to climb in next to her. He wrapped one arm around her, his hand resting on her stomach.

"I'm going to kill my mother," Rose whispered as she moulded against the Doctor.

"I wouldn't advise it in your condition," the Doctor replied. "Besides I'm going to get there first."

Rose giggled sleepily.

"She means well though," She continued, rubbing her fingers across the Doctor's hand.

"I'd hate to see her when she means bad then," the Doctor said shuddering. He knew only too well just how hard that woman could slap.

"I love you," Rose said after a minute.

"I love you too," the Doctor sighed. "You know, you're coping extremely well considering."

"I've had to put up with my mother my whole life," Rose turned over to look at the Doctor. "I'm used to it."

"I was talking about the pregnancy," the Doctor said, resting his arm on her side.

"I know," Rose giggled again.

"Ooo, Rose Tyler," the Doctor raised one eyebrow. "You are mean."

"And you love it," Rose replied just as suggestively.