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12 weeks later

"Rose!"

"GO AWAY!"

"Sweetheart, come on. Let me in."

A rather harsh curse word flew out of Rose's mouth then, making the Doctor wince. She had locked herself in the bathroom and was now crying her eyes out, the Doctor trying to coax her out and failing miserably.

"Rose, please. Look, I'll call Leon and tell him you won't be in tonight."

"THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!" she screamed.

The Doctor sighed. Rose's hormones were all over the place and her mood swings were particularly bad. Apparently, they were supposed to calm down during the second trimester. No such luck here. All Rose had been doing was trying to find a suitable outfit for work, and then she got upset when she found the things she wanted to wear didn't fit anymore and declared that she was fat and horrible and that it was all the Doctor's fault.

"Rose, you're pregnant, not fat. You've got our little girl in there, our tiny baby –"

"TINY?!"

He sighed again. "It won't be forever, and when she's here you'll know it was worth it. When you hold her in your arms and she looks up at you for the first time, nothing else will matter –"

"Ooh!"

"Rose? Rose, what happened?"

"Nothing, it's…" she gasped again.

The Doctor was panicking now. "Rose! Open the door!"

It felt like an eternity waiting for her to turn the lock. When it finally clicked he rushed in, only to find Rose sitting with her back against the wall with her hand on her stomach, smiling. Still crying, but this time for a different reason. He knelt down beside her.

"What is it?"

Rose turned her head to look at him. "She kicked me."

His eyes widened. "What?"

"She kicked me!" Rose cried, beaming. She grabbed the Doctor's hand and put it on her belly. Sure enough, a few seconds later the baby moved again.

The Doctor laughed. "That's…"

"Incredible?"

He nodded.

Rose pulled him into her. "I'm sorry I was such a bitch."

"Doesn't matter," he said, stroking her face. "Wasn't your fault. Come on, let's get off the floor and go and curl up on the sofa." He stood and helped her up. "I'll make you something to eat too."

"Pickled onions."

"Actually, I was going to cook those tuna steaks we have."

Rose looked like she was going to be sick.

"Not liking tuna anymore?" he said, helping her down the stairs.

"Nope."

"And you really want pickled onions?"

"Yep."

Once Rose was settled on the sofa, the Doctor called her boss and told him she wouldn't be at work, then went into the kitchen and grabbed a fork and a jar of onions out of the cupboard. Upon handing them to Rose, she wasted no time in ripping the lid off. Dipping her fork in, she stabbed at an onion and popped it into her mouth. Within seconds her face had turned very pale. She grabbed a tissue from the box on the coffee table and spat it out.

"Don't think I like onions anymore, either."

The Doctor breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank God for that, because they stink."

xxxx

"Honey," Rose whispered.

The Doctor made a moaning sound in his sleep and rolled over.

Rose leant over him as best she could and planted little kisses along his jaw line. She tried not to laugh when he smiled in his sleep and squirmed slightly before slowly waking up.

"Doctor…"

"Hmm?"

"You know how much I love you?"

He turned over, eyes still closed but he had a cheeky smile on his face. "Remind me," he said, pulling her into a hug.

Rose giggled. "Not now. I need you to do something for me."

He opened his eyes at that.

"You're not going to make me go to the 24/7, are you?"

Rose pouted. "I really need some ice-cream."

"Oh, Rose. It's…" he leant over to look at the LCD clock. "It's quarter past three."

"Please? It's not just for me. Baby needs it too. In fact, Baby would be very grateful if you got her a tub of Phish-Food. Well, maybe two tubs. And she'll love her Daddy very, very much if he gets it for her, and Mummy will definitely make it worth his while…" she kissed him and he sighed.

"Okay, okay." He pushed himself out of bed and flung on his clothes haphazardly. He kissed the tip of Rose's nose and then trudged out of the room.

When he returned twenty minutes later, Rose was fast asleep. He shook his head and smiled, heading to the kitchen to put the ice-cream in the freezer.

xxxx

"You're up uncharacteristically early for a Saturday. You feeling all right?" the Doctor quipped as he entered the kitchen to find Rose sitting at the table sipping a glass of orange juice. He kissed the top of her head and went to pour himself a bowl of cereal.

"I thought we could go out and buy the pram and car seat. And I saw this cute little dress in the window of Babies&Tots the other day."

"What does she need another dress for? You've already bought loads."

"A girl can never have too many dresses. Or shoes, for that matter."

The Doctor sat down at the table with his breakfast.

"Why do I get the feeling that our credit's going to be maxed out by the end of the day?"

Rose shot him a look. "I just want her to have everything I didn't. Is that so bad?"

He reached his arm across the table and took her hand. "Rose, she'll never go without. You know that. You don't have to worry about it."

She smiled. "I know."

The Doctor sat back and picked up his spoon. "By the way, your ice-cream is in the freezer."

She looked at him sheepishly. "I'm sorry. I just got really tired all of a sudden. Forgive me?"

He shrugged. "You did say you were going to make it worth my while…"

Rose smirked at him. "We'll see, Mister."

xxxx

Three hours later and after spending almost two of them traipsing around the huge multi-story Babies&Tots store, the Doctor had finally had enough.

"Rose, please just pick a pram. It's not that hard. Please," he whined, leaning heavily on the trolley he had been pushing. It was full of baby clothes, toys, bottles, dummies and anything else Rose had taken a fancy to; including some rather swish maternity clothes.

"Okay, okay. How about this one?" she said, pointing to the most flashy and expensive one there.

He looked at the price tag and winced. "Seriously? What's wrong with that one," he asked, pointing to the cheaper one next to it.

Rose pulled a face. "It's horrible."

"It's practical."

"So is this one."

Looking at the complicated mechanics of it, he doubted it.

"And," she added, "it comes with loads of extras. Sun shield, changing-bag, music system –"

"Music system?"

She looked at him like he was completely stupid. "So you can play the baby lullabies."

He furrowed his brow. "Here's a thought. Now, call me old fashioned, but why can't we just sing to the baby?"

Rose ignored him. "It also has a bottle warmer, cosy-toes, a bar with little multi-coloured animals for stimulation, an LCD temperature gage to let you know if baby is too hot or cold and a calorie counter and pulse monitor; an incentive to push and power walk at the same time."

The Doctor rubbed his hands over his face and sighed in defeat. "Fine. Get the pimped pram. But you'd better make good use of that calorie counter."

Rose beamed at him and he had to wonder; when did he become such a pushover? Although, he knew it was no good arguing with a pregnant woman. He'd never win.

When they finally left the store, the Doctor threw his hands in the air dramatically. "Daylight! I never thought I'd see you again!"

Rose eyeballed him. "Come on," she said. "Let's get this lot to the car and then we can go and get something to eat."

"That's the best idea you've had all day. I'm dying for a coffee."

Rose gave him a big kiss then, catching him off-guard. "Thank you. I know I've been a pain."

The Doctor smiled warmly at her. "So long as you're happy."

"I am. But I want you to be, too."

He pulled her into a hug. "I have a beautiful fiancée and will soon have a beautiful daughter. I couldn't be happier." He kissed her head.

Rose smiled. It was true that he was bursting with excitement and pride at the prospect of becoming a husband and a father; but he was still hurting from losing the TARDIS. They'd had a conversation a couple of weeks ago about it, and the Doctor, although he admitted it may have taken a lot longer, said he would have professed his love to her eventually and he still would have asked her to marry him, and the pitter-patter of tiny feet around the ship would have been welcomed. This had made her feel a lot better. She never doubted his love for her for a second, but she had been worried that it had come about because of circumstance. He soon blew that idea out of the water when he confessed that he had loved her long before he lost the TARDIS.

She gave him a peck on the cheek. "Let's get out of here."