A/N: Thanks for all the love and support, I am still getting alerts and favorites! Unbelievable! This chapter is pure fluff...

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Chapter Thirty Six: Morning Sickness

The TARDIS materialized in Martha's flat three minutes after Francine had called the Doctor. She had informed her son-in-law that Martha had spent most of the day suffering from morning sickness.

"Why didn't she call me?" The Doctor yelled into his mobile, panic rising in his voice with every syllable.

Donna, who by now knew the relationship between the Doctor and Martha, was more than friendly, stared in his direction - curious.

He smiled apologetically, turned around and began setting their coordinates for Manhattan as he continued his conversation with Francine. "Why didn't she call me?" He repeated in a softer tone. "She's my wife; I would've dropped everything to take care of her."

"You know Martha," Francine replied. "She thinks a little morning sickness is nothing compare to saving other civilizations. My daughter has always put others before herself…always had…" a pang of guilt stabbed at Francine's heart, her middle child had always been the rock of their family. "But now things have change, she's got a child to think about."

"Thank you for calling me," he said. "I know she's going to be angry that you'd told me, but I really don't give a damn, she and our child come before anything else."

"Well, you tell my daughter if she wants to be angry with someone than she better take it up with me," Francine replied, not caring about Martha's anger issues at the moment. "Doctor, make sure to feed her plenty of crackers and ginger tea." Francine advised him. "And please call me with an update."

"I will and thank you for calling." He disconnected the call, and turned to face Donna.

"What's wrong with Martha?" She asked, concern written all over her face. Donna had come to think of Martha as her best girlfriend.

"She's ill, and her mother wants me to check up on her." the Doctor replied, not willing to elaborate any further.

"You and Mrs. Jones have become quite close." Donna stated more as a fact than an observation.

The Doctor responded with a shrug and a wide grin.

"Martha?" the Doctor called out, as he rushed out the TARDIS. "Martha?" He heard the toilet flushing and made it to the bathroom door in four giant strides. "Martha, it's me, I'm coming in." He announced before twisting the knob and opening the door.

Martha smiled weakly as she turned on the cold water to splash it across her face. "I wondered how long it would take you to get here once my mum hung up with me," She replied. "Doctor, I'm o…" She quickly made it to the toilet and vomited violently.

"Apparently not," the Doctor observed as he gently rubbed her back until she finished.

"Martha are you alright?" Donna spoke up from the hallway, she wasn't going to get any closer just in case the illness Martha had was catching.

"Donna will you be a dear and make Martha some ginger tea?" the Doctor asked, as he helped Martha to the sink.

"Okay, it will take a moment."

"Take your time," he waited until Donna was out of earshot before he spoke again. "Why didn't you tell me that you were ill?" he asked softly, he grabbed her toothbrush from its holder and squeezed a small amount of toothpaste on it and handed it to her.

"I'm fine," she insisted. "I'm just having a bad go of it today."

The Doctor took out his sonic and gave her a quick scan.

"Well?" She asked, as he read the results.

"You are dehydrated and need a good meal," he replied. "And I'm here to make sure that you do just that."

"Augh, don't mention food," Martha grimaced, as she brushed her teeth vigorously. "Just the thought of it makes me sick." She quickly rinsed out her mouth. "I'm going to have to change my brand of toothpaste," she informed him. "The taste makes me nauseated."

"Sorry," her husband murmured, running his fingers through her hair. "If it wasn't for me, you wouldn't be in this predicament."

Martha looked into the big brown sad puppy dog eyes of her husband and hit him playfully on the arm. "Ha! You're not sorry," she smirked. "So stop lying."

He chuckled. "You're right," he admitted. "I'm thrilled actually. But, love you should have told me you were ill."

"Doctor, you have more important things to do than look after your wife who is having a rough bout of morning sickness." She explained. "There are planets out there…"

"Martha Evangeline Jones," the Doctor said, cutting her off. "You and our child are first in my life, don't you ever forget that."

"Yes but…"

"There are no buts, Martha," he continued. "You're my family…one of the reasons why I love you so much is because of your compassion and big wonderful kind hearts…Francine is right and I have to agree that you always put others before your own feelings, all those times you put me first despite how you felt…well not this time," he lifted her in his arms, surprising her. "You are putting Martha first for a change."

"But Doctor…"

"Shhh, Martha this is your husband speaking…" he said firmly.

She raised an eyebrow at him and stared at him, not believing the tone of voice he had used with her.

The Doctor responded by raising an eyebrow of his own, daring her to challenge him. Deep down, he knew that he had incurred her wrath and at some point they would revisit this conversation but for now he had won this round. The Doctor carried her to the bedroom and placed her in bed. Once he had tucked her in and fluffed up her pillows, he took her brush from the vanity and sat next to her on the bed and began to brush her long tresses.

"When Donna gets back with tea, I'm going to take a little trip," he informed her. "I shouldn't be gone no more than five minutes."

"You're taking Donna with you?"

"No…"

"I don't need…"

"Will you stop acting like a stubborn jackass and let me take care of you?" He interjected.

"A jackass?" She inquired.

"Yes a jackass," He answered, choosing his next words carefully. "A very sexy one, but all the same… a jackass."

She scoffed.

"You can kick my ass later." He offered.

"You can count it."

"Honestly, doctors make the worst patients." He sighed; leaning forward to kiss the right side of her neck.

Martha rolled her eyes. "Pot calling kettle." She retorted, trying her best not to smile.

"Exactly." He confirmed, smiling. "Now relax and enjoy."

Martha took a deep breath and shut her eyes, letting herself succumb to the calming affects of having her hair brushed by her husband.

This was the scene Donna came upon, she poked her head in the room. "Is it safe to come in?" She asked.

"Come in Donna," Martha replied. "I'm not contagious." She assured her friend.

Donna walked into the room, the Doctor placed the brush on the nightstand and took the tray of hot ginger tea from her and placed it on the bed.

"Thank you Donna." They replied in unison.

Donna waved away their words. "There's no need to thank me," Donna gave Martha a sympathetic smile. "How are you feeling love?"

Martha shook her head. "I had felt better."

The Doctor handed Martha the mug of tea, the aroma from the fresh grounded ginger soothed her senses.

"Drink up love," he encouraged her. "Your mother was very specific about this." He watched as Martha took her first sip. "That's it drink it up." He stood to his feet and stretched his long limbs. "Donna, I have a quick errand to run," he informed her. "I shouldn't be gone more than a few minutes, please make sure Martha finished her tea to the last drop and if she gives you any trouble, I have Francine's number on speed dial." He said, giving her his mobile.

Martha pulled a face.

He chuckled as he scratched the back of his neck. "Be a good girl and I might bring you back a present." He said teasingly. "Donna, I leave Martha into your capable hands."

A few seconds later Donna and Martha heard the TARDIS groaned to life.

Donna sat in the spot that was recently vacated by the Doctor and watched Martha as she drank down the tea.

"You don't have to watch my every move," Martha said, a bit annoyed. "I don't need a sitter."

"I know that," Donna sighed, tucking her hair behind her ears. "But you know how anal the Doctor gets sometimes."

Martha nodded in agreement; she had a feeling he is going to be anal until she gives birth. She drained her mug and placed it on the nightstand.

"Do you want another cup?"

"No thank you, I'm fine."

"Okay," Donna smiled. "What do you want to do now?"

Martha shrugged. "I guess I can do some work, would you mind handing me my laptop?"

"I don't think that will be a good idea," Donna replied. "You're supposed to be resting."

"But Donna…"

Donna shook her head furiously. "Doctor's orders…and mine."

"You're worst than he is," Martha huffed.

"Do I have to call your mum?"

Martha folded her arms across her chest and poked her bottom lip out like a petulant child. "Sorry that I'm acting like a spoiled brat," Martha said, apologizing for her behavior. "But I hate feeling useless."

"Oh please," Donna replied, rolling her eyes. "The word useless and Martha Jones doesn't belong in the same sentence." She gave Martha's right shoulder a gentle squeeze. "How about a movie?"

"Notting Hill?" Martha suggested.

Donna's eyes sparkled at the suggestion. "Excellent choice," she agreed. "Why don't I make us a bowl of popcorn…?"

Martha shook her head. "You have the popcorn; I'll have another cup of ginger tea." She wasn't sure if her stomach would revolt, although she was feeling a little better.

"Alright, be right back." It didn't take Donna long to come back with the popcorn and ginger tea and a package of unsalted crackers. She handed Martha the mug of tea and crackers as she settled in the bed next to her.

"Thanks Donna," Martha said, opening the package of crackers.

"You got to have something besides ginger tea." She said.

Martha looked at the time and sighed. "It's been five minutes," She took a cracker and bit into it. "Do you think he had gotten into trouble?"

Donna looked at her as if the answer was obvious. "Might as well enjoy ourselves and wait for him to pop up."

"You don't think he has been thrown in jail, some where do you?"

"With the Doctor, it's bloody likely." Donna scoffed. "He just can't help himself."

"Yeah," Martha giggled softly. "He probably was walking by, minding his own business…"

Donna raised her eyebrows. "Since when does the Doctor ever minds his own business?" She interrupted.

"Who's telling the story?" Martha replied, before continuing. Donna nodded in acknowledgment. "He was minding his own business, probably on the way back to the TARDIS when he noticed a group of people huddled together and being the Doctor, his curious nature had gotten the better of him so he wandered off to join them, only to find out the group was the leaders of the resistance plotting to overthrow their treacherous government."

"Ooh you're good," Donna smirked.

"Thank you," Martha laughed. "Of course the Doctor gets caught up in their fight," Martha continued. "But before the revolution begins, the leaders are arrested for treason and thrown in jail."

"I'll give him a few hours to escape," she turned on the DVD player. "No more than a day."

"I think you're right." Martha sighed, taking a sip of her tea, to her surprise it seems to be working.

"Too bad he left his mobile," Donna replied, propping up her pillow. "He could've made a side trip and brought back a pizza."

The sentient machine materialized in the same spot in Martha's Manhattan's flat, twenty minutes later.

"I'm back!" he shouted, stepping out the TARDIS with his arms full of delivery bags. "Martha? Donna? Sorry I'm late but I had to wait until the o'jur stew was prepared properly otherwise the P'khyg chef would have been executed for murder."

"…"

"Martha? Donna?"

He heard the sound of the television coming from the bedroom and sprinted down the hall only to find Donna and Martha engrossed in a movie.

"Why didn't anyone answer me?" he asked, setting the bags down on the nightstand.

"Shh!" Donna replied, glaring at him. "We're watching Notting Hill."

"Huge Grant is so adorable," Martha sighed dreamily.

Donna nodded in agreement.

The Doctor rolled his eyes, when he spotted the DVD cover – a chick flick, he should have known.

He pulled out a black food container and handed it to Martha. She opened it and frowned.

"What is this?" she asked, looking at the thick fuchsia goo.

The Doctor handed her a spoon. "O'jur stew." He replied. "Guarantee to stick to your ribs."

Donna looked at the stew than at the Doctor. "You're joking right?"

Martha giggled.

"Martha, it's very good for women in your…ah…just try it okay?"

"Alright," she sighed, touched he had gone through all the trouble to get it for her. She poked her spoon at the stew and watched it jiggled.

"You're really going to try that?" Donna asked in disbelief.

Martha scooped up a spoonful of stew, the Doctor and Donna looked on as she placed it in her mouth. To her surprised the stew was very tasty, either that or she was very hungry.

"Well?" Donna asked.

"It is actually quite good," Martha replied. "Have some?" She offered.

"No thanks, I'll take your word for it."

"Doctor?"

"Love to," Martha fed him a spoonful of the stew. "Mmmm, perfection." He replied, smacking his lips. "That is good."

"You two are so weird." Donna observed.

The Doctor reached into one of the bags and handed Donna a takeaway container. "Gib'bn in tovo sauce, with extra q'xo." He announced, remembering what a big fuss she made over the dish on their trip to Phajuul.

"Thanks, skinny." She said. "You're not so bad to have around after all."

Martha scooted over to make room for him on the bed.

He grabbed his container of food and lay next to her.

"How are you feeling?" he asked, concerned.

"Much better," She confessed. "Do you have any more o'jur stew?"

The Doctor nodded; he reached into one of the bags, pulled out a huge jar and unscrewed the top – happy Martha had gotten her appetite back.

After the movie ended, Donna decided to go back to the TARDIS to call her granddad and mum, giving the couple some much needed alone time.

The Doctor took out his sonic and scanned his wife. "Brilliant," he announced. "I knew the o'jur stew would be the answer." He sat on the bed and kissed his wife passionately.

"Mmmm, more please." Martha gasped.

"My pleasure." He kissed her again and held her close to him. "Ru coiy pqay." 'I love you.' He whispered in her hair.

"Ru coiy pqay fx'hl." She replied. "And thank you for taking care of me."

"You don't have to thank me for taking care of you," he replied, brushing the strands of hair from her face. "You're my wife." He placed his hand over her womb. "There is nothing more important than you and our baby."

"I know...but Doctor…"

He placed a finger on her lips to silence her. "Martha Jones…you and the baby are number one, repeat it please."

"You and the baby are number one."

"Again."

"You and the baby are number one."

"Good, keep saying that when ever you get the silly notion that I rather be saving the world instead of being here for you."

"Okay," Martha agreed.

The Doctor hopped out of bed and reached into his never ending brown coat pocket. "Since you have been a good girl, I have a gift for you."

"Oh goody, I love presents." She quipped.

He pulled out a small, music box made of crystal.

"For me?" She whispered softly, unable to take her eyes off the music box.

"Yes," her husband answered, sitting on the bed next to her. "Wind it up and open it."

Martha did as he instructed and opened up the music box, to her delight and surprise there was a miniature replica of the TARDIS slowly twirling around the planet Earth to the tune of Banana Pancakes. "It's beautiful," She sniffed, throwing her arms around her husband. "Thank you."

"Do you remember the time I'd tried to make you banana pancakes?" He asked.

"How could I forget?" Martha laughed. "It was the morning after I told you that we were pregnant." She remembered, wiping away the tears. "You had the brilliant idea of making me breakfast in bed, we were listening to Jack Johnson when his song Banana Pancakes began to play."

"Well it is a great song and I thought what a brilliant idea." He said defensively, laughing at the memory of Martha putting out the grease fire with the fire extinguisher. It took him nearly four hours to clean up the mess.

The couple glanced at each other and burst in a fit of laughter.

"Doctor, you do make life interesting."

"So do you Martha Jones," he reached for his coat and fished inside of his left pocket until he found what he was looking for. "For the baby," he said, pulling out a gift wrapped box. "I couldn't resist." He said eagerly, placing the gift in her lap. "Go ahead, open it."

Martha deliberately took her time unwrapping the gift.

"Martha…" he drew out, becoming impatient.

"The wrapping paper is so pretty," she explained. "I don't want to ruin it."

The Doctor huffed.

She finally undid the wrapping paper and lifted the lid off the box, inside was a chemistry set for toddlers. "Really Doctor, a chemistry set, for toddlers?"

"Of course our child will be too advance for it," he matter of factually. "But the salesman at the baby genius shop swore it's a must have item…and what good parent would neglect their child development?"

"You didn't get this for our baby," Martha said teasingly. "You got this for yourself didn't you?"

"Well…" he grinned sheepishly. "It looks so cool…yeah."

She laid her head on his chest and laughed.

Her stomach growled in hunger.

The Doctor grabbed her spoon and the huge jar of o'jur stew from the nightstand and handed it to her. Martha moaned in pleasure as the thick delicious fuchsia goo made love to her taste buds.

"This is so good." she said, licking the spoon. "How do you think it would taste with sardines and frozen yogurt?"

"Together?" the Doctor asked, horrified at the thought.

"Yes," Martha answered. "Oh and lets not forget the chocolate sauce…what do you think?"

"Morning sickness." He quipped.

A/N: There's nothing like Ten/Martha goodness with Donna for extra spice!...Thanks for reading!