The Doctor hesitated in the doorway of the TARDIS library. "Donna?" he called softly. He heard her sniffle, and finally spotted her laying on the sofa, the video player on in front of her.

"Hmmm?" she said, indistinctly, with another sniff.

"Are you watching that movie again? Why do you watch it if it only makes you cry?" He walked over and lifted up her feet gently, placing them on his lap as he sat down.

"Get off. I look like a whale," she said, pushing at him.

"You do not. You look lovely. All rosy and healthy," he said, rubbing her feet.

"I'm as big as a house, with swollen ankles and hair I haven't washed yet today. And now I'm all blotchy from crying over this stupid movie."

"That's not what I see," he said gently, sliding closer to her. "I see the beautiful woman I married, who happens to be looking radiant while carrying our child. Anyway, why don't you watch something more cheery?"

"Cheery movies make me cry, too. Might as well cry over something that's actually sad." She swung her feet off of his lap, sliding over to rest her head on his shoulder. He placed his hand over her swollen belly, grinning when the baby kicked at his hand. "She's lively today," Donna said, placing her hand over his.

"Takes after her mother, I think," he said. "I can't wait to meet her."

She laughed, "Only a few weeks to go. Feels like forever, though."

"Nursery's ready. We just need to settle on a name at some point. Unless you want to wait to see what she looks like?"

"We'll come up with something in time. Can't be calling her 'Baby' her whole life, after all."

Donna's mobile chirped, and Donna reached over to the table. "Mum," she said, looking at the screen. "Yes, Mum." She rolled her eyes at him. Her mother had been calling far too frequently through the whole pregnancy. "Yes, he's taking good care of me." He winked at her. "And yes, I'm taking my vitamins." He could hear Sylvia's voice, but couldn't make out what she was saying. "We'll be round this weekend. See you then." Donna said, then rang off. "Never should have given her the number," she said, tossing the phone back onto the table.

He put his arm around her shoulders. "Let's watch another movie, shall we? Have enough tissues?" he asked, playfully.

Martha looked up from the monitor. "Won't be long now. You're doing great, just keep breathing."

Donna squeezed his hand again as another contraction washed over her. He saw her shoot a glare at Martha, but she was too busy concentrating to make one of her usual retorts. He tried to count the seconds for her, but so many thoughts were rushing through his head he was having trouble concentrating. It had been hours already, and he worried that Donna was getting too tired. Martha seemed to have everything under control, though, so he tried to focus on Donna and staying calm for her.

As the contraction eased, she fixed her glare on him. "This was your idea. I don't know why I agreed to this." She closed her eyes and blew out her breath as another contraction started.

"I know. You're doing a fantastic job. Not much longer," he said, in what he hoped was a reassuring way. If he could take her place, he would - it hurt him to see her in pain, even if he knew it was temporary and perfectly natural.

She opened her eyes again, "Please don't leave!"

"Where would I go?" he asked, smoothing her hair back from her forehead. "I'm here, you're doing fine."

He sat, holding the tiny bundle in his lap. Donna was dozing on the bed, but he wasn't tired at all. Baby Angela blinked her eyes at him, fixing him with a startling blue stare. He touched her tiny hand as it flexed, opening and closing in the air. "Hello there," he said, smiling at her. She yawned, unimpressed, and closed her eyes. He stayed there, holding her as she slept.

"She's so perfect," Donna said.

"She's a perfect copy of you," he answered, standing up slowly to go sit on the bed next to Donna. "You should be sleeping. You did all the work, after all."

Donna reached for the baby. "Angela," she said, softly brushing the baby's little cheeks. "Can you believe we did this?" she asked, looking up at him with tears in her eyes.

He felt tears in his own eyes, "Yes. No. Yes." He leaned down to kiss her, his hand in her hair.

His eyes opened at the sound of Angela crying in the nursery. Donna rolled over, but he put his hand on her shoulder. "You sleep. I'll get her this time." He pulled on a dressing gown as he walked to Angela's room, finding her red-faced and indignant in her crib. "Aw, poor dear. Are you hungry?" He picked her up, cradling her against his shoulder. Her cries decreased slightly in volume as he carried her to the kitchen to fix her a bottle. He hummed softly to her as the bottle warmed, and she snuffled against his shoulder, clutching at his dressing gown with her tiny hands. He settled them both in the rocking chair, and she fixed him with those eyes again as she ate hungrily. "There, is that what you wanted?" he said softly, letting her curl one of her hands around his thumb.

As her stomach filled her eyes slowly started to drift close, and he took the bottle from her and put her over his shoulder. She finally let out a contented little burp, and closed her eyes, pressing her little face against his neck. He would have been happy to hold her like that the rest of the night, but knew she would sleep better in her crib. He gave her a quick nappy change without waking her, then returned her to her crib. Donna rolled over next to him as he returned to bed. "Thank you," she said. "Everything alright?"

"Just fine. Fed, dry and asleep."

"Good man," Donna said. "Have I mentioned I love you?" He watched as she drifted back to sleep.

"Are you sure we have everything?" Donna asked, handing him the enormous bag with all of Angela's things.

"For a baby, she has a considerable amount of luggage," he said, slinging the bag over his shoulder.

"It's her first alien planet. I want to be sure we have everything!" Donna tucked the blanket around Angela in her pram. "Don't forget the picnic hamper, too."

"Got it. Ready?" He grinned at her.

"You're sure this is safe?" she asked, for the fiftieth time.

"Safe as houses. Baby's first picnic!" He tickled Angela's tummy, and grinned at her hearty giggle. "Allons-y!"

He led them through the streets of the town, enjoying the admiriing glances directed at Angela. She was an adorable baby, if he did say so himself. She grinned and waved her fists at everyone she spotted, enjoying the outing. He soon found them a little spot by the lake where they could spread the blanket and have their lunch. Angela wiggled around on the blanket - not quite crawling, but managing to move herself around to grab at everything. He finally scooped her up to sit on his lap, where she entertained herself by pulling his spectacles off repeatedly, giggling each time.

"You should just leave them off - she's only going to take them off again," Donna said, laughing as he tried to uncurl Angela's fingers from around the earpiece.

"Yes, but where's the fun in that?" he asked. "I don't mind."

She finally tired of the game, and he could see she was fighting to stay awake. He settled her back in the pram, rocking it gently with his foot as he sat next to Donna on the grass. "So, ready for another one?" he asked, grinning at her.

"Already? She's not even walking!"

"Weeelllll," he started, raising his eyebrows at her. "The first one turned out so well..."

"We'll see, spaceman," she said, leaning over for a kiss. "Anything could happen."

"I never used to believe that, you know," he replied. "Now I do."