A/N: I am so sorry the delay, but here it is at long last - the end. Thank you so much for reading this *hugs you*

Part 21

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It didn't take Donna too long to find Jenny. Well, the girl had hardly made it a secret that the library was her favourite room so far in the TARDIS. Jenny was sitting alone on the largest sofa, forlornly flicking through a book without really looking at it.

Giving the a nearby lamp table a few raps to alert Jenny of her presence, Donna softly asked, "Is it okay to join you?"

There was a micro shrug in response. "I suppose so," Jenny replied, none too brightly.

"If you're still feeling a bit sick, I've got some of your dad's magic peppermints on me, if you want one?" Donna offered, bringing the fresh bag out of her pocket. It must have been at least her third bag of the confection.

Rather cautiously, Jenny took one and popped it into her mouth. "I thought these only work if you are pregnant… I'm not pregnant, am I?!"

"No, love," Donna consoled her, shaking her head. "Normally you'd have to have had some sort of relationship with a man for you to be that. Unless you aren't telling us something."

A slight smile tried to bloom across Jenny's face. "Definitely not. I'm never going near anything like that," she declared fervently.

"I thought that too, and look where it got me," Donna drily commented. "Suddenly I'm knocked up, with a shotgun wedding; married to my best friend. You just never know how things are going to go."

"You didn't look that reluctant earlier," Jenny retorted, and then suddenly averted her gaze.

"Okay, you've lost me now," Donna admitted. "Which earlier are we talking about, and why is it so awful? And you might as well tell me now because I shall sit here until I find out." She fixed a beady eye on the girl.

Inevitably, Jenny squirmed a bit as she tried to act unaffected by it all. "I'm talking about you and Dad."

"I gathered that much," Donna conceded. "But you'll have to be more specific. Was I wrong in thinking you might like me? Am I really that horrible as a stepmother? Or is it the whole pregnancy thing? Because I'm sure it won't affect how your dad is towards you. I know how much he worships the ground you walk on."

Jenny blushed. "No, not that. I mean the physical relationship you have."

"So I'm not allowed to touch him? Well, I'll confess I wasn't expecting that one. I can keep well away from him when you're around if that helps, but it will be a bit hard to do that at certain times," Donna suggested.

Snapping her head upwards, Jenny responded, "I didn't mean like that. I'm not a jealous, immature child, you know! It's the fact that I accidentally saw you two together, being all…" She waved her hands about in a vague rolling motion. "And then you allowed a film of it to be shown to everyone."

"Are you sure I did?" Donna questioned. "Because I think I would have remembered that one; especially setting up a camera, let alone everybody seeing my private life. God forbid. The video we showed everyone was shot years ago on Earth, and it was women giving birth." She then blew out a calming breath, steeling herself to find out the truth. "What exactly did you see?"

Somewhat reluctantly, Jenny stuttered out, "Dad, and you, in your bed, with no clothes on. He was lying on top of you, and your mouths were all slobbery; looking as though you were eating each other. I thought you'd hurt yourselves for a second, because of all the moaning sounds, but I think you were doing… it. Like Harden's parents did. So I ran away to my bedroom because it was gross. I never want to see that again!"

It was Donna's turn to be deeply embarrassed, but despite her reaction she had to push on with this topic, for both of their sakes. "Ah, that's probably for the best. Now you know why it's a golden rule that you should never walk in on your parents. It just causes embarrassment all the way around. But I want you to know you can ask me any question that comes to mind, because I'm assuming you've got loads to ask."

"Okay," Jenny answered, gearing herself up to face this situation. "Why would you bother mating when you are already pregnant? Surely it is a waste of time and energy?"

"True, mating is purely for conceiving purposes, but there is also sex and making love. They aren't all necessarily the same thing," Donna began to explain.

"What's the difference?" Jenny inevitably asked.

"Sex is the umbrella term for mating and love making. The difference is that sex doesn't have to have an emotional component, whereas making love is an intimate, bonding process between two people who love each other. It strengths the relationship that they already have; so you should always aim to make love with the person you choose to spend your life with."

"I see," Jenny said thoughtfully, her mind mulling this over. "Do I have to have a form of sex?"

"No, it isn't compulsory. If you don't want to, then you don't. Simple as that. Some people never experience a sexual relationship, and they're perfectly happy with that." Donna then smiled as pleasantly as she could.

"But you and Dad want to," Jenny slowly stated.

Donna nodded her agreement. "We do, to strengthen our connection, and as a way of expressing how we feel about each other." She waited for the next inevitable question.

"Does it hurt?"

"It shouldn't; quite the opposite, in fact. If it does hurt, you're rushing things, so you need to stop and give your body a chance to get aroused."

There was a very loud "Oops!" from somewhere in the corner of the room.

They both turned and saw a highly embarrassed Harden swivel on his heel as he mouthed a 'sorry' at them. Deciding to punish him, Donna called out, "Is there anything you want to add, from a male point of view, young fella me lad?"

His cheeks still flushed a dark pink, Harden shook his head. "No, I don't think so. I was given the talk ages ago but I've never had a girlfriend, or anything."

"What do you mean by 'anything'? Were special sock puppets available at one time?" Donna teased. "And that isn't a nice name to give your hand."

"Mum!" he gasped out in horror, and then, if it was even more possible, his embarrassment visibly depended. He spluttered out, "I mean, Donna. S-s-sorry. But can I go now?"

Holding in a giggle, she replied, "You can, but I want to know what you came in here for first. And for the record, you are welcome to call me 'Mum' anytime you like."

"Thanks!" he joyfully cried, and then sort of hovered there in the doorway anxiously for a few seconds. "I came to let you know we've landed on... Somewhere; forgotten the name. It began with a 'ch' sound."

"Don't worry, Hardy, the Doctor will soon tell us again. Come on, Jenny..." Donna patted the girl's leg in encouragement. "Time to do your goddess act again as you lead your people to freedom."

Jenny instantly stood. "Onwards, Mum," she deliberately tacked on the title, enjoying the glow of happiness that crossed Donnas face. "A goddess's work is never done," she added cheekily.

"It's one way to keep men well away from you, that's true," Donna muttered as they all left the library.

The sunrise on Chichilana was absolutely beautiful as the distant mountains softly blurred into blues and oranges. Donna stood watching the sun's slow path across the sky with wonder. If she never saw a sunrise again she would have been content, because this one was officially the best she had ever seen.

Having delivered the settlers safely to their new settlement site, the Doctor spotted her standing alone amongst the rocks and trailing fauna. The outfit she wore blended in beautifully with the landscape, and he found himself awed by the sight. It was as if she were an illustration in a fairy story, except for the missing fairy folk.

Unable to resist the urge to be with her any longer, he stepped nearer and wrapped his arms around her waist from behind. "What do you think of Chichilana?" he asked, placing his lips seductively by her ear.

"It's beautiful!" she readily gushed. "I might never forget this."

"Do you mean what we did earlier isn't memorable?" he teased, and got swatted on the arm. He beamed despite himself. "I think we need to come back here and see how it develops."

"That would be lovely," she agreed. "And it would help with Jenny being their goddess."

"About that," he sobered. "Her goddess status shouldn't be encouraged."

"What harm is it really doing?" Donna wondered. "It's allowed us to remove them from that horrible desolate planet and bring them to this paradise. They might totally forget her within a few centuries."

"No," he distractedly disagreed as he snuggled more into her body. "She is destined to be remembered as a stunningly beautiful and benevolent goddess for these people."

"Then who are we to deny Jenny her destiny," she reasoned.

He smiled enigmatically and kissed her cheek. "Destiny has a big part to play in all our lives. She will be just like her mother."

"Give over, you!" she scoffed. "Using your Time Lord blarney on me. But it was a good effort, I'll give you that."

"How about you give me your forever?" he quietly pleaded.

"You already have that," she replied, and turned within his arms to kiss him softly to seal the deal.

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"So I'll see you very soon, Gramps," Donna ended her phone call to her precious grandfather. "Bye!"

The Doctor quirked an eyebrow at her as he glanced up from his monitor. "Now that you set that up, are you sure you are ready for this visit?"

She took a few deep breaths as she stood next to him at the console. "Bring it on, Spaceman. It's now or never, and they'll have to know eventually."

The button was pressed, and moments later the TARDIS materialised outside the house Donna had formerly called her home.

"There she is! There's my girl!" Wilf trilled when he opened the front door. A couple of hugs were added in. "And there's his lordship! It's good to see you both. Come in. Sylvia! Look who's here!"

"Who is it…? Donna!" Sylvia cried when she saw them standing in her hallway. "So the wanderer's returned."

"Apparently," Donna retorted, and led the Doctor into the kitchen as Wilf walked away to put the kettle on. "But I hope you're pleased to me see me nevertheless."

"Of course I am," Sylvia huffed, placing the basket of laundry she'd been carrying down on the kitchen table. "Whatever made you think I wasn't?"

"I dunno; it's just a feeling," Donna mocked, giving the Doctor a sly wink. "Now that we've got that out of the way and you've put the kettle on, we have lots of news to tell you."

"Like what?" Sylvia cautiously asked as she eyed her daughter standing way too close to that man. "You haven't gone and done something stupid, have you?"

"Depends what you mean by stupid, Mrs Noble," the Doctor reasoned, and smiled his brightest smile at her. "Or may I call you 'Sylvia' now?"

"You always could," she replied, somewhat puzzled by his formality. Gesturing to them to sit down, she sat herself by Donna at the table after hastily removing the basket to put it on the floor. "What's this news you have?"

Donna turned to grin broadly as she announced, "We have the best news possible. A little while ago we got married and we're having a baby!" She then squeed with happiness. "It's a boy. Isn't that terrific?!"

"A baby. A baby!" Sylvia slowly repeated before it properly sunk in. "Dad, I'm going to be a grandmother!" She clutched at Donna's arm in glee and then relented, giving her a full ecstatic hug. Suddenly she sobered and then frowned with hurt. "You got married? Without telling us! Why weren't we invited?"

"It was extremely sudden, Sylvia," the Doctor explained. "We were in this remote battle worn location without the means of communication. But the opportunity suddenly arose to get married, so we took it." He sat back in his seat, happily grinning at the memory.

"Congratulations, the pair of you! Excuse me for asking, but why didn't you wait until you got back here?" Wilf wondered as he placed celebratory teas in front of them.

The Doctor merely brazened it out and winked cheekily at him. "When it feels right, it's right, Wilf. You know how it is."

Wilf chuckled. "I certainly do. So when is this great-grandson of mine due?"

"In about thirty weeks, Gramps," Donna supplied.

"So that would be…," Wilf muttered, trying to work it out.

"Beginning of March," the Doctor stated. "That's if we stick to a linear time line, but…" he reached out and took possessive hold of Donna's hand. "…that won't necessarily be so."

"Why are you talking about lines and time?" Sylvia questioned. "I know you come across a bit odd at times, turning up like you did at her last wedding, but was this all planned?"

"Not at all," he answered. "That's the beauty of it. Everything is flexible and in flux."

"Now you're talking like some demented plumber," Sylvia mumbled. "This needs more than tea to celebrate. Shouldn't we be doing something a lot more special?"

"Before we arrange anything, Mum," Donna interjected, "there's somebody else we need to include."

"Who's that, sweetheart?" Wilf queried.

"The thing is, when we got married, we sort of became an instant family," Donna started to explain.

"We found my daughter," the Doctor continued, his voice going slightly emotional. "We thought we had lost her forever, but we found her living in some bombed out ruins. And we had a young orphaned guide who helped us."

"He's called Harry. You'd like him, Mum," Donna proudly insisted. "Both of them are wonderful."

"So let me get this right. You've gained a stepdaughter and adopted a boy?" Sylvia sought to confirm. "My! You havebeen busy! Where are they?"

"Outside, waiting to meet you," Donna responded.

"Well, bring them in! The more the merrier," Wilf declared, and did a happy little jig as he sat in his seat. "You hear that, Sylve? Just what you've always wanted."

In next to no time Donna had phoned the TARDIS phone to tell Jenny and Hardy, now renamed Harry whilst he was on Earth, to come and meet their new grandparents.

Are you glad you married me yet, Spaceman? she asked the Doctor as the two were welcomed into the house with lots of hugs and love.

I'll keep you informed, he teased, giving her temple a loving kiss as they wrapped an arm around each other's waist.

This was the beginning of a bright new future.

The End