Chapter Four: Why?

She stood in the kitchen, cutting up a salad the Doctor had requested, less than ten feet away sat her small young son, watching her every move, "Mummy, why do you make special things for daddy?"

She smiled softly as she turned and looked at the innocent face, "Because I love your daddy," she replied as she handed him a piece of cucumber.

He gladly accepted the vegetable and took a bite of it like the little gentleman he was, "Mommy, what's love?"

"Sweetie, love is hard to describe—"

"Does it have to do with those sounds I hear at night?"

Rose felt her cheeks turn red, "Honey, why don't you go get washed up for dinner," she said as she lifted him from the counter and set him on the floor. She wasn't prepared for a sex conversation with a little boy of four, no matter how alien.

As he disappeared the Doctor came walking in, and pressed a kiss to her cheek, "Your son is quite the curious thing," she muttered.

"My son huh," he grinned as he wrapped his arms around her and began to attack her neck as if he hadn't seen in her days. "What'd he do?"

"He's asking questions."

The Doctor paused for all of three seconds before attacking the spot where her shoulder and neck met, "Such as?"

"What love is—and if it has anything to do with the sounds…"

The Doctor let out a hoot of laughter as he pressed another kiss to her graceful shoulders, "That little boy is far too curious. Long as he doesn't pop in on us in the middle of those—noisy nights, I could care less what he asks."

Rose turned around in his arms, shaking her head at him, "You best be ready to explain sex to him the, because I'm not having that conversation."

"All right, I will talk to him—promise," he plopped a kiss against the end of her nose, "What say we have some fun tonight?"

"Horny man you are," she grinned as she met his lips, opening her mouth and allowing him to enter her mouth.

"Mummy, why do I have to wash up?" a voice caused the parents to jump apart. The Doctor grinned as his wife buried her head in his chest.

"Sweetheart, don't scare mummy and daddy like that," Rose offered softly.

"Why?"

"Because—it gives us a heart attack," joked the Doctor as he dropped a kiss to his son's head. "And you have to wash up because you like to touch everything!" yelled the Doctor playfully as he swooped his son up into his arms and tickled his tummy.

"Daddy, what's a heart attack?"

The Doctor gave his son a slightly quizzical look then glanced at his wife, "Well—it's a problem older people have."

"You're older, do you have it?"

"No," The Doctor replied simply as he sat his son down in one of the chairs.

"Daddy, how come I don't have any brothers?"

Rose grinned, glad to see her husband was now getting the end of the questions, she sighed in contentment at her two Time Lords and set the food in front of them. She'd pressed the Doctor to use the kitchen so they could at least have a little family time between running, and dodging trouble.

"Well—uh, because—" he looked over at his wife.

"Don't look at me, this one's all you Doctor," she grinned as she dropped a kiss on her son's head and began to dish him some food.

"Well, let's see—you were so perfect we decided we didn't need anymore," grinned the Doctor, suddenly proud he'd come up with that.

"Why?"

"Because—I said so," grimaced the Doctor as he realized he'd finally lost against his four year old child.

"Why?"

"Jack, eat your food," Rose finally had mercy on her husband who looked ready to cry.

"Mommy--."

"Sweetie, that's not you eating dinner, now please eat."

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"Daddy, how come you don't have to go to bed when I go to bed?"

"Because I'm older."

"Why?"

"Because I was born first."

"Why?"

"I don't know because in some mass plan for the universe I came before you did, now stop asking questions and lie down."

"Daddy…"

"Jack, close your eyes and go to sleep, please," the Doctor was treading on a thin line between whining and begging, one he didn't plan on reaching in front of a four year old.

"Daddy—"

"What?"

"I love you," the boy whispered.

The Doctor's demeanor softened and he smiled, "I love you too son," he whispered as he turned out the lights.

"Daddy—"

"Go to sleep Jackson," and with that he closed the door.

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"It's cute," giggled Rose as she curled around her husband.

"Cute my left foot, it's annoying, I didn't do that as a child!"

"Sweetheart, he's just a little boy, just play along with him, he's curious, at least he's asking us and not some random person on the streets!"

"That boy is a chip of his mother."

"Don't be coy, he's a complete sweetheart, and he's young."

"Uh, huh," mumbled the Doctor, suddenly taking great interest in Rose's shoulders again.

"That's playing dirty," she grinned, "Speaking of which, why don't we have more children?"

"One's never enough for you is it," joked the Doctor.

Rose let out a moan as he hit the right spot, "S'pose not, wouldn't mind a little girl."

"A princess," he mumbled as he dropped lower.

"Yes, perhaps, a beautiful little girl with blonde hair…"

"And your brown eyes, oh I imagine we can at least manage the second child part," he grinned.

"Mummy!" came a cry from outside the door.

Rose groaned as her husband buried his face in the pillow, this couldn't seriously be happening. They hadn't even gotten halfway through each other's clothes yet. That's always when Jack interrupted, right in the middle of what was turning out to be very passionate. "What is it Jack?" she asked, trying to force her voice into steadiness.

"I'm thirsty."

"You had milk before bed," she returned as the Doctor continued his ministrations, which was causing her to rapidly lose focus.

"Mummy, can't I sleep with you guys?"

"NO!" both parents immediately barked out, not meaning to shout, but quickly getting desperate.

"Please," they heard the whimper.

"Doctor," Rose whispered looking at her husband.

"Are you kiddin' me?" he begged.

She straightened her pajamas, and waited for her husband to do the same, "Come on in Jack," she called.

Seconds later the bleary eyed boy wandered into the room, situating himself between his parents, effectively shooting their night. The Doctor eyed his wife over their son and shook his head, causing her to grin. "Mummy, can I have a sister," whispered the little boy.

"Yeah if we could get a night alone," muttered the Doctor as he closed his eyes, once again Rose had to giggle at her jealous husband, jealous of a mere child. She sighed and brushed the hair from her son's eyes.

"Sleep Jack, we'll discuss it in the morning."

TBC