-Four years prior-

A couple of months passed as they fell into the routine of Torchwood and home. Though the Doctor now knew his TARDIS was on Earth he didn't ask to be taken to her quite yet as his stomach grew larger. No one would have gone as far to claim that the Doctor was content but he seemed to resign himself to the fact that he couldn't travel safely at the moment. He grew quieter again as Jack continued to treat his body as something to be used for his own release rather than making sure that the Doctor found pleasure from the act. The Doctor wanted to apologize and beg Jack to make love to him while staring into his eyes but he was a coward at the best of times. So instead he tried to hide how much Jack was hurting him even as he followed the Captain to bed each night.

Until one night, he couldn't do it anymore. He allowed Jack to go up to their room alone as he sat on the couch with a hand on his stomach. He felt strange and his back had been aching off and on for the last few hours while steadily getting worse. He didn't mention it to Jack or Martha as Martha would have denied him medication and offered ice or heat. Jack, on the other hand, might have offered him a massage if he was in a good mood but the Doctor really didn't feel like being rejected if he wasn't so he kept the pain to himself as he continued his day. It was only as liquid spilled between his legs dampening his trousers and the sofa that he realized what the pain meant. He had heard of back labor before but experiencing it was something completely different and now that his water had finally broken the contractions seemed more intense.

Rather than run and wake Jack for what he knew would be hours of waiting, he carefully stood and made his way up the stairs. He was as quiet as possible as he snuck into the bedroom they shared and got a clean pair of jogging trousers along with a new undershirt. He didn't bother to grab pants knowing that the bottom half of him would have to be naked for what came next. He tried not to think of that as he took the time to clean himself up only pausing long enough to breathe through the pain that was trying to steal his breath away. Going back down the stairs, he wiped off the cushion he had been sitting on and flipped it over before resuming his spot on the couch. He didn't stay that way for long as he moved around the living room leaning against the table or falling to his knees with his back arched as he tried to find a way to relieve some of the pain. A quick call to Marth would have provided a bed and perhaps an epidural but he didn't want either at the moment as he wanted to bring his daughter into the world as naturally as possible.

His contractions were coming closer together by morning and he knew that the birth of his child wouldn't be that far off. He had moved so that his upper body was on the couch with his arms resting beneath his head while he knelt on the floor. The contraction that wrecked his body was finally subsiding as he heard Jack's familiar footsteps on the floor above him. The door to the room opened and Jack crossed to the bathroom closing the door behind him again. The Doctor heard the shower start and knew it would only be a matter of time before Jack found him. He thought about pulling himself up to greet Jack but he had finally found a comfortable position and wasn't about to move and risk setting off another contraction early. As it was another stole his breath before Jack could join him and he was still panting as Jack finally descended the stairs. Jack paused at the bottom looking at him in surprised concern as he took in his body.

"Are you in labor?" Jack asked him softly as he approached.

"I think so, I mean the contractions have been progressing too steadily for it just to be Braxton hicks," the Doctor responded. Jack wanted to be angry as he took a seat on the couch near the Time Lord's head but it was obvious the man was exhausted and the slight sheen of sweat on his forehead showed just how much pain he was in.

"How long?" Jack wondered.

"Just over seven hours now," the Doctor admitted softly.

"Seven hours, Jesus Doc, you should have woken me hours ago so that I could take you into Torchwood," Jack chastised him. The Doctor looked up at him with tired brown eyes.

"And do what, sit around and wait for the labor to progress while time my contractions," the Doctor asked. He grimaced as another one started, their conversation briefly ceasing as they waited for it to be over. Once it was the Doctor continued as though nothing had happened. "Besides I have been fine here."

"But you shouldn't have been on your own. It is still slightly too early for her to be born and Martha could have been monitoring you for any potential issues," Jack informed him causing the Doctor to roll his eyes. Jack took a deep breath letting it out slowly. "I can't change the fact that you decided to be on your own but I am going to call Martha now to have her meet us at Torchwood so that she can safely deliver our daughter."

"Fine," the Doctor agreed not having the energy to argue. Jack called Martha to meet them and then waited until the next contraction passed before helping the Doctor out to the SUV. Thankfully the drive to Torchwood was short but the Doctor still had another two contractions along the way. He didn't look at anybody as he was then rushed across the hub and down to the autopsy room where Martha was waiting. He was stripped of his trousers and made to put on a horrible hospital gown before climbing up on the bed. He wasn't as comfortable on his back but it made it easier for Martha to examine him.

"Your heart rate is higher than I would like and you are slightly dehydrated. I am going to refrain from starting an IV at the moment since I know you don't like them but I may change my mind," Martha told him. He nodded as she continued to examine him. Despite coming early Emily's heart rate was almost where it needed to be and she didn't seem to be distressed causing Martha to breathe a slight sigh of relief. Even if he knew what the next part of the examination would entail the Doctor still reached blindly for Jack's hand needing it to hold as Martha had him drop his legs open.

"You got him here just in time. He is currently eight centimeters dilated which means we will be welcoming Emily at any time now," Martha explained to Jack. She snapped orders to the expectant parent having him gather items that they would need while she finished preparing the Doctor. Do to his failing to tell them he was in labor they just finished preparing when he felt the need to push arise. Martha was watching the monitors and moved to deliver his child as Jack helped him to hold his legs up and out of the way.

Under normal circumstances, the Doctor would have felt humiliated at being halfway on his back with his legs being held wide open and Martha sitting between them. As it was, he was in too much pain with his exhausted body begging him to push to care what she was seeing. The only humiliation that he actually felt was the fact that once his daughter was born she would be drug tested to see if there was anything lingering in her tiny system as well as to make sure that he hadn't used anything behind their backs during these last few months.

"You need to push," Martha informed him. For the next little while, his world was focused on pushing when Martha told him to as the pain between his legs grew worse to the point that he didn't think he could do it anymore. "Almost there one more big push and her head will be free."

He nodded bracing himself as he curled into himself pushing as hard as he could. He could feel it as her head finally slipped free and he allowed himself to collapse backward as Martha told him to stop. He waited collecting his breath as Martha cleared her airways then with one more push she was finally out. Martha didn't cut the cord right away as Emily began to cry. They let her take her first breaths as Martha quickly wiped her off and brought her up to the Doctor's chest. The Doctor stared down at the baby that was now in his arms as he tried to ignore what Martha was still doing between his legs. He knew that she needed to clean him up and was trusting Jack to evaluate the infant. The first count was lower than Martha would have liked but the second one was slightly higher. They did a third just to be safe and she was still showing improvement.

"I need to take her for evaluation now, Doctor, but I will bring her right back to you," Martha promised as she moved to his head. The Doctor kissed the infant softly then allowed Martha to take her in order to clean her up and perform the necessary tests. She would also receive the medications that they agreed upon during their stay at Torchwood as well as have blood drawn for medical tests as well as the drug test.

"She is beautiful, Doc," Jack whispered as he watched Martha across the room.

"She is," the Doctor agreed even as his hearts felt conflicted. During the brief time that he had her in his arms, he could see that she had a few of his features that were easily distinguishable but she took more after her unknown sire. Despite still desperately to be her daddy, he didn't know if he could look at her every day and see the man who had forced her upon him. So despite being exhausted and in pain, he did what he always did best and made plans to run.