Disclaimer: I don't own Dr. Who. I'm just someone who got struck by a series of plot bunnies who won't leave me alone. Hope you enjoy.

"How are you holding up?" Pete asked as the Doctor stood looking out the library windows onto the London street.

"Truth?" He sighed, his hands in his pockets.

"Yeah," Pete took a seat in a chair by the fire place. "No offence, but you look like hell."

The Doctor looked away from the street and walked over to poke at the fire in the fireplace. He knew he wasn't himself. The fact his suit coat was tossed over one chair, his waistcoat over another, his tie loose, dress shirt sweat stained, and hair sticking up in more directions then he thought possible certainly could be cause to say he 'looked like hell'. "I'm scared." He poked at a stubborn log. "More than I think I have ever been."

"I would be surprised if you weren't." Pete crossed his arms across his chest.

"You fell into yours." The Doctor stood up and wiped his hands through his hair.

"Going from no kids, to a 20 year old daughter was a little easier, but Jacks and I did have Toni. The day the doctor laid him in my arms was the best and scariest day of my life." Clearing his throat so to remove the emotion from it Pete went on. "You have been a father before haven't you?"

"Yes, but.." He started to pace around the room, hands in his pockets, "wasn't the same." Pete raised an eyebrow at him. "Let's just say life on the Time Lord home world was a little different than here."

Pete's next comment was cut off by Jackie coming in the door in an uproar. "I can't believe she tossed me out that harpy!"

"What happened?" Both men asked as they hurried to her.

"That … Harpy of a midwife thought I was over stressing Rose and tossed me out!" Jackie made a rude gesture up the stairs at the closed door. "I was just trying to help."

"Jacks," Pete steered her over to sit on the couch. "As much as I love you, sometimes your advice CAN be a bit much."

"She is my daughter and I have a right to be in there." Jackie said indigently.

"She's my wife and I want to be in there but I can't, so shut it!" The Doctor snapped and went back to the library window. The midwife had asked him to wait downstairs about 3 hours before. His constant fidgeting, pacing and such was getting on everyone's nerves. Add in his constant 'jumping to the rescue' every time Rose whimpered with pain, and you get a recipe for trouble. At least she had been nice about it to him, unlike Jackie. It just made him feel… helpless.

It had been Rose's idea, the home birth. She kept telling him that women had babies at home for centuries. He countered with statistics on infant deaths. He finally agreed when he saw all the precautions the midwife was taking with her. If anything went wrong a medical team could be there in moments. That still didn't take away all the worry but it helped, somewhat.

"Where is Toni?" Pete asked.

"Guest room asleep I expect." Jackie shrugged, "He was so excited that he was going to be an uncle that he wore himself out."

"And you are not the least bit excited to a grandmum." Pete teased. Jackie just blushed.

The silence around them was cut by a scream, and then a cry that carried through the house. Everyone in the room froze, and looked toward the door. It wasn't long before Ellen poked her head inside the door. "Doctor, someone wants to see you." The smile on her face said it all.

The Doctor stood rooted to the floor. He didn't know what to do. It took Pete nudging him toward the door for him to take the first step, and then another until he was at the door with Ellen.

Finally Jackie just said, "Oh go on your son or daughter is waiting on you."

Licking his lips he left the room, and started up the stairs. Ellen walked behind him. For once he was glad for her over protectiveness; though he wouldn't put it past her to tease him endlessly if he took a header.

Before he thought possible he was at the bedroom door. Just as he was starting to enter the midwife was stepping out.

"How is she?" He asked when he finally found his voice.

"Tired, but good." The midwife smiled at him knowingly, "I'll be down stairs if you need anything." She patted him on the arm as she walked past him. Smiling Ellen left him at the door.

What was on the other side of that door terrified him. The Doctor had never been so scared. Sure he had been afraid of death before but never like this. Some where in his mind someone seemed to say, "You have got swallow it down. You have gotten what we've always wanted. You just have to keep going."

Swallowing hard, he lightly knocked on the door. Inside he heard Rose say "Come in."

Opening the door things started to sink in for him, and his smile spread across his face. "'Ello, mind if I come in?"

"Oh come in you goof." She shifted the bundle in her arms a little.

His smile got wider, as he stuffed his hands in his pocket and came over to the bed. "I just wanted to see if the tales of the glowing new mums were true."

"Oh shut up," Rose rolled her eyes, "I look terrible."

"You look beautiful to me Rose." He kissed her cheek as he say in the chair next to her.

The baby in her arms fussed at all the movement. The Doctor's eyes looked down at the bundle in her arms. He reached out and touched the baby's cheek with his finger. It was then that everything felt real. This was really happening to him.

"Do you want to hold him?" Rose asked.

"Him?" He looked up at her in surprise.

"He's a boy." She carefully laid the baby in his arms. "You have a son."

It was in that moment, the universe seemed to shift for the Doctor. Before the shifts had been small, just little nudges: When Rose's hand slipped into his at the beach. The day he realized he would never be THE Doctor, but he could be Rose's. The day that he realized that John Smith's wishes could be true for him and Rose. The day Rose agreed to live in his house with him. The first night they shared a bed, and more. The day she said she vowed to spend the rest of his life with him; the day she became his, always. The day he was reminded what it meant to be human. Now a son was in his arms; a new center to his universe. Tears slid down his cheeks. Were they of joy? relief? Or something else entirely? He didn't care. For now his world was just him, Rose, and their son; and he knew they were going to have a FANTASTIC life.

Author's note: Now the question is, do I finish out the last 2-3 plot bunnies belonging to this story before going on to my next one, OR do I leave it here. What do you think?