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Chapter 10

"Jackie!" The Doctor shouts across the furniture strewn front lawn. "Control your daughter, will you?"

"What am I? Her baby sitter? She's a grown woman. You act like I don't have an actual little boy to keep an eye on!" Jackie shouts back.

"Just tell her to only lift light things! You know how stubborn she can be! She won't listen to me!" He shouts in return.

"You know I can hear you?" Rose asks standing to The Doctor's right carrying a box of books. "Honestly. I can mange, Doctor." Rose protests.

"I never said you couldn't manage." The Doctor counters, taking the box from her and putting it on the floor at his feet. "This isn't some chauvinistic, male dominance thing, Rose. You can barely see your toes anymore, please, just take it easy. Not because I don't think you can haul heavy things, but because I don't want you to. Let me and your dad handle it, okay? For me? Please."

Rose heaves a heavy over exaggerated sigh, "Fine, Doctor, I'll just start unpacking the boxes and fetching drinks? Okay?"

"Thank you," he smiles at her.

"You can't stop me from painting that front door blue though," she raises a threatening finger to him.

He puts his hands up in mock surrender, "Wouldn't dream of it."

"Okay then." She strides away satisfied.

The hot July day blazes on. Rose gets as much unpacking done as she can; box after box after box coming at her, faster than she can unpack them but she continues on. She tries hydrating everyone the best she can, at her pace of a fast waddle, but her feet and ankles swell up and she has to stop making trips. Doctor's orders. Quite literally.

Tony is down for the count after lunch and Rose strokes his hair as he naps next to her on the couch. Her feet propped up on a box and her huge belly precariously supporting her water glass. Precise balance, that's the trick.

Her mother plops down next to her on the couch, sloshing Rose's water, with her cheeks red and hair damp with sweat. "Hot as bleedin Hades out there," she huffs.

"Water?" Rose asks, handing her mother her glass of water, leaving a damp ring behind on her shirt.

"Thanks," Jackie accepts the glass and chugs the whole thing down.

"So any thoughts on what my grandbaby is going to be yet?" she asks her daughter. "Your dad and I didn't find out with you either, ya know?"

"No idea," Rose admits. "Should I know? Should I have some kind of mother's intuition or something?"

"Oh goodness me, no. If you have a strong indication one way or another, you'll definitely get the opposite. That's what your Gran always said."

"Yeah well Gran was a bit of a nutter," Rose responds under her breath.

"I just can't wait to find out so I can buy proper clothes," Jackie adds without deviation, oblivious to Rose's uttered statement. "I'm done with all this mint green, and yellow, and white stuff. I want to buy pinks or blues."

"Well, you never know, if it's a boy he may very well like to wear pink," Rose counters.

"Yes, sweetheart, but let's not put him in a dress until he decides that for himself, yeah?"

Rose laughs to herself, "yeah, mum."

"5 more weeks, yeah?" Jackie asks.

"Yup," She replies happily, popping the p. "5 more weeks."

"Well you still have a lot to do." Jackie gestures towards the stacked boxes. "Out of your bleedin minds; making a big move like this with that baby due in a few weeks."

Rose only rolls her eyes.

"Just take care of yourself, okay?" Her mum continues. "Rest often, get lots of sleep, lord knows you'll be needing it, and let me know if you need any more help, alright? I'll come round."

"You leaving?" Rose asks.

"Yeah soon, I gotta get Tony home so he can get his homework done and get ready for school tomorrow, start on dinner. You know all that domestic stuff. Seeing as none of the staff works Sunday's." Her mother smiles at her. "I can leave your dad here though, if ya want. There isn't much left to bring in though."

"Nah, The Doctor needs a break, we can finish it. Long as we get everything inside it's fine."

"Alright, love," Jackie kisses her daughter on the forehead. "See ya soon."

"Alright, bye mum, thank you for all you and dad's help."

"Anytime, sweetheart," she replies flinging her purse over her shoulder and rousing her sleeping son and disappearing with him out the front door.

Two minutes later The Doctor flops next to her on the couch, cheeks flushed pink, sweat soaking his shirt and hair, causing it to lay flat against his forehead.

"Hey, sweaty man," Rose teases him. "Why don't you go get a shower and I'll hunt down some towels for you?"

"Have I mentioned how much I dislike this whole 'human body' thing?" He asks breathlessly instead of answering.

"You have," She smiles at him, knowing his angsty "I hate this mortal form" side when he gets cranky.

"Soooo…." She starts after a stretch of silence has passed between them, The Doctor resting his eyes. "Shower?"

"I have a few more boxes to bring in," He replies, eyes remaining closed. "Can't leave them out there, and no sense in getting a shower and then getting all sweaty again."

"Well what's left?" Rose asks. "Maybe they're just light boxes that I can bring in?"

"Nah," The Doctor replies. "I'll get 'em" He heaves himself off the couch and disappears outside.

Rose dials their new local pizza shop on her mobile and orders them a pizza with a side of chicken wings and chips before she rummages through the minefield of boxes in the would be living room for towels.

The Doctor makes a few more trips, bringing the rest of the boxes in from the front lawn and putting them in the foyer. He locks the door behind him once all the boxes are in and strips his shirt off and uses it to mop the sweat from his forehead.

"Rose!" He calls, breathing heavy.

"Yeah?! I'm up stairs!" She calls back.

He climbs the stairs on his sore legs to find her in their box infested excuse for a bedroom rummaging around.

"Any luck on the towels?" He asks, draping his shirt across his shoulders and round his neck.

"Not yet, but I found the shampoo and soap and everything if you would like to hop in while I keep looking." She replies back.

"Sounds good," He tells her as he disappears into their ensuite.

"Where are those bloody towels?" Rose mutters to herself, looking through yet another box.

The doorbell chimes overhead and she mutters curses under her breath as she makes her way down stairs; one hand on the rail and one hand on her huge, inflated belly.

The doorbell chimes again and Rose tuts. "Bloody hell, I'm comin'"

She opens the door to find the delivery man on her door step.

"Hi," He greets her. "Rose Smith?"

"Yeah, that's me. Just give me a sec. I gotta find my purse." She shuts the door on him.

She waddles into the kitchen and retrieves the correct amount of money and a little extra for tip and returns to the door.

"Here ya are then," She hands him the money and he stuffs it into his pocket.

"Thank you, ma'am," he replies handing her the box of pizza stacked with two silver trays. "Have a nice night."

"Thanks," she shouts after him and re-locks the door.

She places everything in the kitchen and practically trips over the box marked 'linen' on her way back up stairs.

She opens the box and grabs an armful of towels before heading back up stairs.

"Towels are on the sink," Rose tells The Doctor in the steam filled bathroom. "Pizza, wings and chips are downstairs too when you're done."

"You're brilliant, you know that?" He tells her, poking his head out of the shower. "I'm starving."

"Well better move it then, mister. I am eating for two after all, so I may not save you any." She winks at him and he sticks his tongue out at her like a child.