A/N: Warning - Extreme fluff follows. I will not be held responsible for any loss of life due to drowing in cotton wool.

Enjoy!

1 month later

Rose ran down the stairs squealing like a kid who had had too much fizzy drink. She bounced into the living room and onto the sofa where the Doctor was sitting watching the TV.

"Merry Christmas!" she cried, engulfing him in a huge hug.

He looked at her blankly. "Christmas?" he asked casually. "Who told you that?"

"Oh, shut up," she said, giving him a quick kiss on the lips.

The Doctor raised his eyebrows. "A few more of those and I might let you see what's in the kitchen."

Rose went to jump up but he pulled her back down.

"Uh-uh," he said, shaking his head and pouting his lips.

Rose giggled and kissed him a few more times before he picked her up and carried her into the kitchen. As he set her down she gasped.

"Oh, it's beautiful!" she exclaimed, her eyes settling on the kitchen table, where a Christmas breakfast feast was set out.

The Doctor pulled out a seat for her and proceeded to pour her a glass of Buck's Fizz.

"It's a bit early for alcohol, isn't it?"

"I thought it was traditional to have Buck's Fizz for breakfast?"

Rose eyed her glass warily. "It is, I just don't really feel up to drinking any."

"Ok," he said, taking the glass way from the table, looking slightly perplexed. "Tea?"

Rose smiled. "Tea would be perfect."

A few minutes later he set a steaming mug in front of her and sat down.

"This is great," Rose said, tucking into bacon and eggs, with a mince pie on the side. Well, it was Christmas, she reasoned.

The Doctor grinned at her as he dished up his own breakfast. "Nothing but the best for my Woman."

Rose stared at him in disbelief. "Woman?"

"What?" he replied, smiling at her cheekily.

Rose threw a bread roll at him and he laughed.

"Watch it you. I can inflict terrible pain on a man if I have to."

He winked at her.

Rose took a mouthful of food, chewing thoughtfully.

"Honey?" she said when she'd swallowed.

The Doctor looked up at her.

"I…"

"What it is? Did I not cook the sausages properly?"

She shook her head, smiling. "They're fine."

"Oh, good."

When she didn't offer anything else, the Doctor put his cutlery down and sat back in his chair. "Rose?"

"Huh?"

"You were trying to tell me something."

"Oh, it's nothing," she replied casually, mug poised at her lips. She took a large mouthful of tea, trying not to meet the Doctor's eye.

"Well, if you're sure…" he said, doubtfully.

After forcing him to eat his food at the speed of light, Rose dragged the Doctor back into the living room and sat down in front of the tree.

"You're one of those people who likes to rush Christmas, aren't you?" he said, sitting down beside her.

"You're one of those people who keep presents until after dinner, aren't you?"

He grinned and sat down next to her, reaching under the tree and giving her her first present.

She beamed and tore the paper off. "No way! I didn't even know you'd seen me looking at these!" she said.

"Every time we walked past that shoe shop you stared in longingly at the same pair. I had to notice at some point."

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" she said, hugging him tightly.

"Rose, sweetheart, I can't breath!"

"Oops, sorry." She pulled away from him, still smiling.

He chuckled. "Women and shoes. I'll never understand."

"Here," Rose said, handing him a neatly wrapped gift. "I notice things too."

The Doctor unwrapped the present, a little less messily than Rose had. Upon seeing what it was, if he could have squealed in a manly way, he would of.

"I've wanted this for ages!" he exclaimed joyfully, taking a rather sophisticated looking games console out of its box. "I didn't get it because, to be honest, I didn't think you'd let me have it." He gave her a big kiss. "Thank you, Rose."

"You're welcome," she said with a grin.

After they'd exchanged various other presents including items of clothing, jewellery, and the obligatory joke gifts, the Doctor reached into his pocket and handed Rose a small, square object.

Staring at it in delight, she took off the wrapping to reveal a red velvet box. The Doctor watched with anticipation as she smiled and opened it up. As she did, her expression froze, and the Doctor took the box from her hands. He stood up, taking Rose's hand and pulling her up and towards the sofa. She sat down, and when he got down on one knee in front of her, her eyes welled up.

The Doctor took hold of her left hand and kissed it. He then smiled softly at her.

"My beautiful Rose. I can't even begin to describe to you just how much you have changed my life. When I first met you, I wasn't in a great place. And then, by some miracle, this pretty little shop girl from Earth found her way into my heart and rescued me. You saved me from myself, Rose. You were brave and strong and understanding; you still are. I've had some fantastic people travel with me, but there's never been anyone like you. You've amazed me from day one, when you fought Autons with me and flung yourself across a molten plastic monster, swinging on a rope to save the life of someone you'd only just met. Most people would have run away in fright, but you took my hand and jumped in feet first with me; and you've never looked back. You've never given up on me. Even when I sent you home to save your life, you still came back fighting, refusing to leave me. It's that devotion; your bravery, compassion and sheer determination to do the right thing, that made me inevitably fall in love with you. You've made me the happiest man in the universe, and I'll never be able to do enough to thank you for that." His voice cracked then, and he took a moment to compose himself. He stole a look at Rose, finding that her face was wet with tears. She stayed silent, simply looking at him, her cheeks flushed.

"And now," he continued, his eyes glistening, "I can't imagine ever being with anyone else. You complete me. I've spent my whole life running, spinning from one adventure to the next. And yes, I miss that. But as long as I have you I can get through anything." He was shaking now, tears silently tracking their way down his cheeks.

Rose choked back a sob and wiped her eyes with the back of her free hand.

"Rose Marion Tyler," he said, squeezing her hand tight. "Will you marry me?"

Rose laughed with happiness. "Yes!" she cried out, flinging herself at him and kissing him passionately. The Doctor pulled away from her reluctantly after a few seconds, taking the ring out of the box he was holding. He placed it on her finger.

"It's beautiful," she sobbed. "And that diamond is huge!" she said, looking down at the princess cut jewel that was set in a band of purest platinum.

The Doctor chuckled and kissed the tip of her nose. Leaning his head against hers, he whispered; "Thank you."

"No," she replied. "Thank you. For everything."

"No regrets?" he asked.

She shook her head. "I wouldn't change a second of it. You set me free. You saved me, too." She took a deep breath. "You know earlier, at breakfast, when I wouldn't have that drink and then I tried to tell you something?"

"Yes. What was it?"

"I, um…" she looked him in the eyes. "I'm pregnant."

The Doctor's face went from overjoyed to stunned. His jaw fell open and he gaped at her.

"You're what?"

"I'm pregnant," she said again, looking at him nervously.

Then, without warning, he jumped up, picked her up and spun her round, laughing with delight.

"We're… we're… we're having a baby?"

Rose nodded, her smile a hundred miles wide.

"We're having a baby!" the Doctor whooped, swinging her round again.

Rose hugged him tight.

"How far along are you?" he asked when he'd set her down again.

"About eight weeks."

They sat down and he placed a hand gently on her stomach.

"Eight weeks," he said lovingly.

"I would have told you sooner, only I was scared you were going to freak out."

"Freak out? Rose, this is our baby. Our baby. We're getting married and we're going to have a family. I can't think of anything more perfect. A family, Rose. Do you know how long it's been since… I mean, I never thought I'd be part of a family ever again." He sniffed and placed a hand on her cheek, stroking it tenderly.

"You've been part of my family ever since you first took my hand and told me to run."

The Doctor gave her a kiss and pulled her into a hug. "My angel."

"Always." She rubbed her hands over her face. "Now, come on. I need your help in the kitchen. The turkey's nearly done."

"Oh, no. You are staying right here and putting your feet up," he insisted.

"I don't need to. And I want to do it."

"But –"

"No buts."

He smiled. "Never mess with a Tyler."

"Exactly."

xxxx

"I can't believe they still show this film this far into the future. And it still makes me cry," Rose sniffed, wiping her face with a tissue as 'It's A Wonderful Life' came to an end.

The Doctor gave her a squeeze and kissed the top of her head.

Rose yawned.

"Bed?"

"No," she said, shaking her head sleepily. "I just want to lie here on the sofa with you. I'm too comfortable to move." She smiled up at him, the light from the fire dancing in her eyes.

"Ok," he said, stroking her hair. "We'll stay here."

And they did, until they both fell asleep, exhausted, but happy.