Rose fell into bed that night, completely and utterly exhausted. She, the Doctor and Jack had gone for dinner at the same restaurant they had been all those years ago together, and Jack laughed and told Rose another story about being naked. Halfway through Gwen and Rhys had somehow shown up (but Gwen swore it was an accidental meeting, although no one except Rhys believed her.) The atmosphere was a little strained after that, especially since Jack did not talk about his past and personal life with the members of his team. So Gwen started talking with Jack while Rose chatted with Rhys, explaining she was an old friend of Jack's but that she had only met Gwen today.
Jack had decided to cut their visit short, and suggested they walk through town and let Gwen and Rhys enjoy their date. Gwen looked slightly crestfallen at this, and Rose's suspicions were confirmed, Gwen had quite a big crush on Jack.
Rose didn't mind that their visit was cut short though, she had been feeling rather sick lately, and felt that if she ate anything, she would throw up. Walking through Cardiff was a good solution; at least she could get some fresh air.
No however, lying in hers and the Doctor's bed, she was feeling sick again. Her stomach churned, and she felt quite dizzy. She decided to get up and get a wet cloth to put on her head. The second she wasn't lying down however, she lost her balance and the whole world was suddenly lying on an axis. The TARDIS seemed to be playing a cruel trick on her, she seemed to have switched the room so that Rose was now looking up at the ceiling. Not to mention there was a pain in her head.
She heard the door open and hurried footsteps near her. And then the Doctor's voice.
Oh! It all made sense now! She must have lost her balance and fallen over. She cursed her brain for being so incredibly slow.
"Are you okay?" The Doctor asked, sounding extremely anxious.
Rose blinked. "Yeah, fine. Just got a bit dizzy and lost my balance I suppose."
The Doctor nodded, and placed his hand on her forehead. "Well you don't have fever" he said.
Rose nodded. "I guess it's just from all the excitement today. "
"Okay. Do you want me to get you a wet cloth?"
"Yes please" Rose said relieved and closed her eyes, exhaustion taking over. The last thing she remembered was the Doctor gently stroking her cheek and the comfortable coolness on her forehead.
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Rose was awoken in the morning with a sharp pain in her stomach. She quickly got up and rushed to the toilet. The Doctor found her there a while later, leaning over the toilet bowl. He rushed in and held her hair until she finished. "Thanks" she told him, her throat dry and cracked.
The Doctor smiled. "Do you want me to give you some pills or something? You seem to have gotten a pretty bad virus."
Rose shook her head. "Nahh. I'll just go back to bed for a bit and I'll be as right as rain."
The Doctor nodded and helped Rose get back to bed. "Okay. I'll come and wake you up in an hour or so?"
Rose nodded and closed her eyes.
She got up later feeling absolutely fine, ready to enjoy a day of alien hunting with Jack.
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Her morning sickness and dizziness continued for about three more days, but Rose wasn't too worried. She was fairly sure it was just a bug of some sort, and seeing that she didn't have fever or a cough. The Doctor was a little more protective, but even he didn't think much of it. Owen had offered to check her out, but she had refused, telling him it was fine.
Now however, she got up in the morning and the pain was just as sharp as before, if not worse. She rushed to the toilet again, and shut the door quickly. The second she finished she leaned against the bathtub, resting her cheek against the cool tiles and groaned slightly. She felt sick and dizzy.
She stayed like that for a bit, taking deep breaths and occasionally little sips of water from the tap. Finally she got up, ready to wash her face and brush her teeth.
Then she noticed the calendar on the wall.
Rose had told the Doctor that she needed that calendar; it was the only way for her to keep track of her periods in a time ship. She had learned to depend on that calendar.
But now it seemed as if the numbers and dates on it were deceiving her. So much time couldn't possibly have passed.
The calendar just hung there, mockingly. Rose's hand instantly fell to her stomach.
Her periods had never been exact, they had always been irregular. Sometimes they came two weeks early, sometimes two weeks late. But strangely her periods had become quite regular on the TARDIS, almost like the ship wanted to make it easier for her. But she was late. Very, very late.
Had so many days passed already? She had been having so much fun that she hadn't cared about the calendar at all and meeting Jack had made the time fly.
She sank to the floor in absolute shock, still cradling her stomach. Slowly her mind started adding things up. Morning sickness. Headaches. Dizziness. Sleeping a lot.
She closed her eyes, almost hyperventilating.
Could a human even conceive a child with a Time Lord? The question had somehow never arisen before, and Rose wondered how she could never have asked it. But seeing the Doctor had never mentioned to her that she could get pregnant while she was with him like that, she had assumed it was impossible. Now however, she wasn't so sure.
Supposing she was pregnant (all the signs seemed to pointing to it), would the Doctor even want a child? He had mentioned that he had been a father before, and Rose knew he had lost his children in the Time war. He never talked about them, just like he never talked about any previous companions. It caused him too much pain.
Having a child would turn the life they led upside down. She knew the Doctor hated domestic, and having a child was probably too much for him. Having a child meant so much responsibility. They couldn't put themselves in life and death situations anymore, not while Rose was pregnant, nor after. They would have to feed the child, change nappies, teach it, and take care of it. Having a child meant settling down, something the Doctor didn't want.
And what about her? Did she even want the child? She didn't want to make the Doctor angry and upset. But could she imagine carrying a child around for nine months? (she assumed it was nine months. She had no idea what it was like with Time Lords). They couldn't explore the universe anymore; they would have stay somewhere until the child grew up. She felt tears making their way down her face, and she had to stop herself from panicking. This couldn't be happening!
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The Doctor rolled over in bed only to find Rose gone, and the lights in the bathroom on. He sighed to himself, slightly worried. This virus hadn't seemed serious at first, but Rose had been sick for almost a week now. The TARDIS regulated the air, and there was no way that Rose could have picked up a virus like this. He stood up sleepily and put a dressing gown over his almost naked body. He saw that Rose's dressing gown was still on her bed, and so he picked it up and knocked on the bathroom door.
"Rose, can I come in?"
No answer.
He knocked again, louder this time. He couldn't hear any sound from the bathroom, and that scared him. Rose throwing up and not being able to hear him made sense, but the fact that everything was quiet and she wasn't answering unnerved him. Maybe she had fallen unconscious again.
With this thought in mind he pushed open the bathroom door.
Rose sat still, she wasn't unconscious, she was sitting up and her eyes were open. She seemed to be shivering and there were tears making their way down her face.
The Doctor ran to Rose and got down beside her. Before she could blink, she was in his arms, and he was wiping her tears away. But she barely registered him.
The Doctor was shocked when she didn't react, she didn't even face him. He was now seriously concerned for her well-being.
He noticed she was shivering and he slipped her robe around her gently.
"Please Rose, tell me what's wrong" he asked her urgently. Rose sniffed.
"I think…" she began, but didn't continue.
He stroked her cheek gently and waited for her to continue.
"I'm late" she managed to say after a while, pointing at the calendar. "And I've been having morning sickness, and feeling dizzy all the time, and sleeping a lot and" she broke off, tears sliding down her cheek at a fast pace.
The Doctor could only stare in shock as his mind pieced everything together.
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