Rose blinked away slowly and snuggled into the warm body behind her. When she felt the Doctor's arms tighten around her waist, and his smile pressed against her forehead, she knew he was awake. Her fingers danced along his forearm, signaling that she was, too.

"Merry Christmas, love," he whispered, his voice hoarse from sleep. She turned herself around in his arms so she could look at him and pulled the blankets up closer to their shoulders, burying them in the fluffy duvet.

"Merry Christmas," she replied, tilting her head up. He immediately caught on to what she wanted and pressed his lips to hers. She hummed contentedly when his hands drifted up and down her sides, sending pleasant shivers through her body. She pulled away after a moment and smiled brilliantly at him, a warm glow settling itself in her chest.

"I'm very comfortable right now," she informed him. "And I think we should stay here all day."

"I wish we could," the Doctor said, his eyes drifting shut when her lips fell to his neck, pressing kisses in a line from his adam's apple to the sensitive spot just beneath his ear. "Rose, love, if you keep doing that, we really will stay here all day. And I don't think your mother would be too happy with me."

"No, she wouldn't," Rose agreed, releasing him and settling back into her pillow. The Doctor shifted closer to her, laying his head on the pillow beside hers and draping an arm over her stomach. He nuzzled her cheek.

"I love you," he said, and her heart fluttered. She was suddenly all too aware of the weight of his arm on her abdomen, reminding her of what she was going to tell him this morning.

"I love you too," she said, reaching for his hand with both of hers. She played with his fingers absentmindedly, turning her head to look at him.

"I need to tell you something," she whispered, because if she spoke any louder, she would choke on her words. His brow furrowed slightly, and she knew he saw the way her eyes were beginning to water. He was concerned – she didn't ever keep things from him.

"What is it?" he asked softly. He took his hand back from her to brush her hair away from her face. A gentle smile crossed her face as his fingers continued to comb through her curls. He waited patiently, looking in her eyes until she collected herself enough to speak.

"We're having a baby," Rose whispered finally, and his fingers stilled in her hair. His mouth fell open a bit, and she sensed the sudden tension in his body, pressed so closely to hers. She lifted a hand to stroke along his jaw, attempting to soothe him.

"We're having a baby?" he repeated, unable to suppress the hopeful note in his voice. "Are you – are you sure?"

When she nodded, he let out a gasping sound, somewhere between a laugh and a sob. He sat up and gathered her into his lap, burying his face in her neck.

"Hey," she said, feeling the wetness of his tears on her neck. Nervously, she ran her fingers through his hair, an action that always comforted him. She hadn't expected a reaction like this. "Shh, it's okay, love, it's okay."

When the Doctor pulled back to cup her cheeks, a wide smile crossed his face. They were happy tears, she realized with a jolt, and she smiled back.

"Rose," he breathed, an almost delirious giggle catching in the back of his throat. His hands drifted down until they rested on her stomach. She laid her hands over his.

"You're gonna be such a good dad," she said, and his eyes widened.

"A baby," he said, staring at her. "We're having a baby."

Rose smiled even wider, her tongue teasing between her teeth.

"So, you like your Christmas present, then?" she asked. The Doctor laughed, then, and reached up for Rose's face, dragging her lips down to his where they met in a thorough kiss. He pushed her back into the pillows, propping himself up above her.

"I love you," he told her. His voice was thick with emotion, and the bare honesty of his words made her hands tremble against his chest. "You, Rose Tyler, have given me back everything I thought I would never have again, and I still wake up and can't believe how lucky I've been – "

His voice cracked, and she felt her own tears streaming down her cheeks, then. He wiped them away with the pads of his thumbs.

"Forever," she whispered. "You and me and our baby. Forever."