As the night went on, Cliff joined the group along with Martha's sister Tish. Leo arrived shortly after bringing more steaks along with alcohol as well as his wife and daughter. The food and alcohol continued to flow freely and the Doctor sat on the sides watching as the group finished off the beers before starting on the whiskey. He was the only one who wasn't able to drink and kept an eye on the children as Martha also chose to indulge in a single glass of wine. Ianto shouldn't have been drinking due to being on crutches except he kept sneaking drinks off of open bottles of beers and soon was as tipsy as the rest of the group. The Doctor tried not to feel left out or judge the group as they grew progressively louder. Instead, he sat off to the side watching on while Imogen chased her cousin around the yard screaming and weaving around the adults.

"Any reason you are sitting over here by yourself?" Martha questioned him as she sat down next to him against the fence. The Doctor rolled his eyes over to look at her before quickly returning his gaze to the yard.

"It's nice here," He answered her, his voice soft.

"It is but I am surprised that you have decided to stay over here rather than join in with the festivities. Are you feeling alright?" Martha wondered in concern.

"Why wouldn't I be? It is nice to know that both my doctor and my husband are drunk and if any medical emergencies arose with the twins that I will have to wait until one of them is sober enough to help me," The Doctor mumbled, the sarcasm clear in his tone.

"Oi, I have only had a single sip of wine that my Mum wanted me to try. Other than that single drink, I have only been drinking water the entire night," Martha defended herself. "On the other hand, you are right about Jack. Soon after he started on the whiskey he started demanding that Mickey wrestle him naked." She wasn't sure how he would take the fact that his husband wanted to fight her husband naked. They both knew it was just Jack being Jack but with how grumpy he was, that could change. Much to her relief, the Doctor laughed at her statement.

"He would want to wrestle him naked even if he were sober," The Doctor informed her. He looked over to where Jack was talking to Ianto. He was leaning close to Ianto and had a hand rested on his shoulder. Normally that wouldn't have bugged the Doctor as he trusted Jack and was close to Ianto. Except, they were fighting to keep their marriage together and he worried that Jack was going to leave him still. He tried to blame the hormones from the babies as a sure of jealousy went through him at seeing the two of them close. Standing up, he started away from the fence. "Excuse me."

"Doctor," Martha called out. He ignored her as he stormed into the house just wanting to be alone for a little while. Going up the stairs, he went into their room closing the door behind him. He didn't stop as he headed straight through to the bathroom. Once there he ran a warm bath for himself but he didn't get in it. Instead, he stood staring into the mirror, wondering how long it would up until he lost Jack. Until Jack decided that he was tired of the Time Lord and the small family they had and left him for good. The Doctor had fallen into a deep depression the last time Jack left him and he had no doubt that he would again. Taking a deep breath, he opened the door to the medicine cabinet, taking out a small bottle of pills. He swallowed one of the tablets inside before returning the bottle to its place. Going to the tub, he let out the water.

He followed his nightly routine and showered, changed into a clean pair of pajamas and then climbed into bed. Tucking the blankets around himself, he settled into read until he heard the sound of Jack stumbling up the stairs. Jack opened the door and grinned widely at him.

"There you are," Jack exclaimed. Leaning out the door, he almost fell over as he called out. "Martha he is up here."

"Thank you, Jack," She called back to him. He smiled as he closed the door and started towards the bed. He stumbled, falling forward before catching himself on the end. The Doctor watched on through slitted eyes as Jack crawled up the end of the bed.

"I've missed you," Jack told him. The Doctor gently tried to push Jack away as Jack kissed him on the neck.

"You're drunk, Jack. Lay down and try to sleep," The Doctor told him. Jack ignored him as his hand drifted down to the Doctor's trousers. The Doctor sighed. He grabbed Jack's hands pulling them away. "Not tonight, Jack. Tonight you just need to go to sleep."

"Awe but Doc," Jack whined slipping his hand under the Doctor's shirt. The Doctor shuddered.

"I said no Jack," The Doctor told his husband firmly. Turning he used both his feet as leverage to push Jack. Jack tried to grab onto the blankets but was unable to stop his fall and landed with a loud thump on the floor.

"Ow," Jack moaned. The Doctor didn't feel sorry for him as he leaned over the edge to look at him.

"I told you no. Now you have an option. You can come back up on the bed but if you try anything else, you will wake up in the morning castrated. If I were you I would take your second option which is to sleep where you are," The Doctor suggested.

"Can I at least have a pillow?" Jack questioned. The Doctor leaned back picking up the pillow from his side of the bed as he wanted Jack's pillow. Leaning back he dropped the pillow on Jack's head. Jack didn't seem to care as he pulled it to his chest quickly drifting off to sleep. Getting out of bed, the Doctor left his room to check on his daughter. He found her sleeping on the couch in the living room. Scooping her up in his arms, he took her with him as he looked out to see that the others were still outside. He opened the door motioning for Martha to come over.

"There is plenty of room for them to sleep in the TARDIS if necessary," The Doctor offered knowing that many of them were too drunk to drive.

"I'll probably take you up on that offer. The problem now is trying to get them to stop drinking and lay down for a little while," Martha complained half-heartedly.

"Good luck," The Doctor responded. Martha rolled her eyes as she headed back over to where Mickey was getting sick. The Doctor, however, took Imogen up to her room. He changed her into a pair of pajamas then tucked her in for the night. With one last kiss to her head, he left her going back to his room. Jack was snoring happily on the floor as he laid spread out on his back. Stepping over him, the Doctor climbed up on his bed. He laid down trying to get comfortable as he took Jack's pillow to his side of the bed, the Doctor breathed in the unique scent that was Jack. He had fallen asleep to that smell for the last ten years now and he couldn't sleep without it. Closing his eyes he tried to sleep but woke up often to every strange noise. It was close to morning when Jack finally woke up. He seemed confused to be on the floor and climbed up on the bed. The Doctor felt his arms wrap around him, holding him close to his chest. Feeling safe in his husband's arms, he finally drifted off to a deep peaceful sleep.