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Chapter Twenty Six: Regrets and Reactions

Tom shut the black velvet ring box that housed Martha's former engagement ring with a snap and shoved it in his trouser's pocket. Almost six months has passed since he foolishly gave up the woman he loved without a fight, a decision he had regretted the moment Martha had kicked him out of her flat.

Four Months Ago

Tom was about to board the plane for Africa when several of his mates rushed to Heathrow Airport, dragged him out of line and told him Martha was in critical condition at Royal Hope.

Tom's heart stopped beating.

He managed to make it to the hospital without becoming unglued, and rushed to the A&E only to be confronted by Martha's brother Leo, who was walking out of the waiting room with a red headed woman he had never seen before.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Leo barked at the man obviously upset.

"Martha…Martha…I …Martha…" Tom stammered, he tried to go around the younger man but Leo grabbed him by the arm. "Leo, what are you doing?" he asked. "I have to be in there for Martha."

"I'm sorry Tom, but you had lost that privilege when you had broken it off with Martha," Leo explained, tightened his grip. "Now, I'm going to ask you nicely, please leave."

"But…"

Leo stared at Tom, his jaws clutched tightly.

Donna, being the level headed one of the three, placed a hand on Leo's arm. "Leo let him go, your sister is in there fighting for her life and she needs you to stay strong for her." She turned to Tom. "Please do as Leo ask, if you care for Martha as you say you do, please go."

Tom jerked his arm out of Leo's grip. "I'll be back." He promised, wondering if the real reason he wasn't allowed in the waiting room was because Martha's American Doctor was there. He didn't leave the hospital as promised; instead he hung around the doctor's lounge persuading old colleagues to get updates on Martha's surgery for him.

When Tom got the report that she was out of surgery but was given a fifty percent chance of making it through the night, he had every intention of sneaking in her room to confess his love for her and to encourage Martha to fight not only for her, but also for their future.

He was sitting in the cafeteria nursing a cup of lukewarm coffee when he heard the alarm system go off. Tom watched as several doctor's pagers beeped crazily as they rushed out the cafeteria. Going into doctor mode, he followed them out, willing to offer his services if needed.

They headed for the ICU.

Tom's heart began beating hard in his chest as he realized it could be Martha.

He heard Francine, in the distance, yelling at the top of her lungs about her child had been kidnapped by a maniac as Clive tried his best to subdue his grief-stricken wife.

What does she mean Martha had been kidnapped? He wondered as he tried to push his way through the crowd. Who would want to harm his Martha?

"Mr. and Mrs. Jones," A representative of the hospital began politely. "We really can't bring kidnapping charges against your daughter's husband…"

Francine gave her a look that could stop Satan in his tracks…

The thirty something year old woman, swallowed hard and wished she had taken her boyfriend's advice and called in sick. "Ahhh, I'll get the police on the phone at once ma'am." She replied.

Martha? Married? Tom questioned. It wasn't that long ago that they were… he decided to get an answer from Tish.

Leo was comforting his sister as Tom carefully approached them.

Leo saw him first. "What is it with you?" He growled. "Can't you see our family is in the middle of a crisis?"

"I'm sorry, I don't mean to be a pest but I was wondering if I could speak to Tish…"

"Fuck off Tom," Tish sniffed. "Anything concerning my sister is off limits to you…"

"Yes I understand that, but Tish if I…"

"Didn't my sister tell you to fuck off?" Leo hissed, holding Tish tighter.

"Yes but…"

"Fuck. Off." Leo repeated.

Tom finally took the hint and left.

Present Time

The TARDIS materialized in the Jones' back yard.

Martha and the Doctor stepped off the time machine loaded down with gifts.

"I think you went a little overboard with the presents." Martha replied, as she knocked on the door. "You don't have to bribe my family, they love you."

"I know and I love them, but it wouldn't hurt to have the dice stacked in my favor." He explained.

Martha rolled her eyes. "Once we tell them about the baby that will be all the stacking you'll need."

Tish opened the door and threw her arms around her sister. "How's the bride?" She asked.

"Still blushing," Martha quipped, greeting her with a peck on the cheek.

"Ooh presents," she observed. "Which one is mine?" She smiled brightly at her brother –in-law while relieving him of several gift boxes. "Hello Doctor, have you been treating my sister like a queen?"

"Every day." he replied truthfully.

Tish stepped aside to let them in.

Martha's stomach churned as the smells in the kitchen overwhelmed her; she managed to fight the urge to vomit.

Francine looked up from the Sunday roast and greeted them both with a warm smile. "Sorry, I have no time for hugs," she explained. "I have my hands full at the moment."

The Doctor walked over and gave his mother-in-law a peck on a cheek. "It smells delicious." He complimented her.

"Thank you Doctor."

Martha still found it amazing how well her mum and the Doctor get along.

They followed Tish into the living room.

Leo, his fiancée Shonara and their daughter Keisha were being entertained by Tish's boyfriend Marcus Eaton, a musician she had met while doing PR work for his band.

"Hello everyone," Martha greeted, as the Doctor guided her to the most comfortable chair in the room.

"Are you hungry?" he asked, brushing his wife's hair out her eyes. "I can go get you something to snack on." He offered.

Martha smiled and shook her head. "I'm fine."

"Are you sure?"

She lifted her chin and kissed her husband on the cheek. "I'm sure; besides I don't think…" a wave of nausea hit her. "Uh…"

"Martha, are you alright?" He asked a hint of panic in his voice.

"Yes…no…" She held her hand over her mouth and bolted to the bathroom with the Doctor following closely behind.

Tish and Leo ran to the bathroom – concern.

They grimace as they heard their sister retching.

Tish pounded loudly on the closed door. "Martha are you alright?" She asked. "Doctor?"

"Martha's fine Tish," the Doctor answered for her. "We will be out in a minute."

"I think we are going to have a new addition to the family," Leo hinted, with a gleam in his eyes. "Pay up Tish, I won the bet."

He and Tish made a friendly bet about how long it would take the Doctor and Martha to get pregnant. Leo predicted on their honeymoon, where as Tish predicted in six months.

"Hold off little brother," Tish replied. "We don't if that's the reason for her sickness."

"Oh, she's pregnant alright," he said with a knowing smirk.

The Doctor held Martha's hair as she leaned over the toilet and emptied her stomach.

"Are you okay?" He whispered, rubbing her back.

Martha nodded. "Better." The Doctor flushed the toilet and put down the lid for Martha sit. "I'm sorry," she sighed as he washed her face. "I think I had ruined the surprise."

"Does it really matter?" He asked, smiling softly.

"I guess not."

He helped Martha to her feet and watched as she rinsed her mouth.

"Might as well tell the family now," the Doctor said. "There's no need to put it off."

They walked back into the living room, Leo and Tish looked at them expectantly.

"Call mum and dad." Martha said as the Doctor helped her to get comfortable.

Francine and Clive rushed into the living room.

The Doctor and Martha smiled brightly at everyone in the room.

"It was my wedding gift that did it, wasn't it?" Francine asked, as she rushed to the couple and threw her arms around them.

Clive looked at Francine – clueless.

"What are you talking about? What wedding gift and what did it do?"

"Clive," Francine sighed rolling her eyes. "We are going to have another grandchild; Martha and the Doctor are pregnant."

"But how…?"

"Just blame it on a mother's intuition."

Clive's brown eyes danced with joy. "Is this true?"

The Doctor, overcome with emotions nodded. "Pregnant."

Leo turned to Shonara and announced. "We had just won free babysitting services for the next two months, courtesy of Tish."

DWDWDW

Tom decided to postpone his trip to Africa.

He wanted to repair his relationship with Martha, and in order to do that they had to be on the same continent. He had taken a temporary assignment at the NYU Medical Center in New York as a guest lecturer for Doctors Without Borders.

Tom considered himself fortunate that he had saved Martha's Manhattan address when she had given it to him. His plan was to show up on her doorstep unannounced and beg her to take him back.

Unfortunately it didn't exactly go as planned…

Tom showed up at Martha's flat with two dozens of her favorite flowers.

He exhaled deeply, to get his nerves under control, as he knocked on her door and waited.

Martha, thinking it was the pizza she had ordered, opened the door and stood there – stunned.

"Tom!" Martha gasped, when she found her voice. "Wh-what are you doing here? And how did you get my address?"

Tom stood and looked at her, his heart dancing in his chest.

Martha looked more beautiful than the last time he had saw her, in fact she was practically glowing!

"Tom? What are you doing here?" She repeated.

"Oh Martha," he sighed dreamily, taking her in his arms. "Oh Martha, it's so good to see you…I…"

"Get your hands off my wife!" Tom heard a familiar male voice in the background, yelling.

Tom felt his heart broke as he quickly released Martha.

The Doctor narrowed his eyes at the stranger as he stepped in front of Martha. "Do you make it a habit of molesting other men's wives?" He growled.

"I'm sorry…I-I…married?" Tom stammered, stunned by the news. "You're…married?"

"Still on our honeymoon," the Doctor bragged.

"Married…?" Tom repeated, trying to digest the information.

Martha stepped in between her husband and her ex-fiancé before things got ugly.

"Doctor…" she warned him. "The neighbors…?"

The Doctor placed a possessive arm around Martha.

"You're the bloke who answered Martha's mobile when I called her aren't you?" Tom spat, accusingly, remembering the short conversation.

The Doctor raised an eyebrow and smirked. "Ahhh, yes…Doctor Milligan, is it?"

"It didn't take you long to move on," he hissed at Martha - hurt. "Have you been seeing him while we were together?"

"I am not going to dignify that with an answer." Martha replied coolly, angry that Tom would accuse her of such a thing.

"Well it seem like I had wasted my time and yours..." he said. Tom handed Martha the flowers. "For you… do with them what you will, and congratulations, have a happy life."

He quickly walked away, feeling like the world's biggest ass.

"What did he want any way?" The Doctor asked, as he shut the door behind them.

Martha shrugged her shoulders. "He didn't say, but I get the feeling he wasn't here just to say hello." She placed the flowers on the end table. "I'll give these to Mrs. Lakewood."

The Doctor kissed his wife on the neck.

Martha leaned her head against his chest and smile slightly. "You have to bring your jealousy down a notch."

"I can't help it," he muttered against her hair. "I don't like other men ogling my beautiful wife."

"Doctor," she replied, placing his hands over her womb. "You can't keep me in a cage, men are going to stare…you don't see me going mental when the cute burnet at the deli flirts with you every time we go there do you?"

"You mean Flora?" he smiled.

"Yeah, Flora," Martha replied, rolling her eyes. "I might as well be invisible."

"She's just angling for a bigger tip," The Doctor explained, turning Martha around in his arms until they faced each other. "Besides, I happened to be happily in love with my wife and our baby."

A/N: What did Tom expect?...Thanks for reading!