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Fatherhood

Part Two

"Doctor," Rose called, urgently.

"Sweetheart, what's wrong?" he asked.

"I can't find the kids, both their rooms are empty,"

"Maybe they're in the library, or T.V room?"

"No I've checked, they're not in the Library, T.V room, dining room, bathroom, swimming pool, labs, your secret lab - "

"How do you know about my secret lab?" interjected the Doctor,

"Doesn't matter. But Doctor where are they? What if something's happened to them? What if someone came in and took them as hostage? It's those aliens from last week, isn't it? They've come to get out kids, I knew they didn't like that peace treaty we made them sign. What have they done with them?" she was practically in tears now, pacing backwards and forwards, shaking her hands exasperatedly. He walked over to her, and pulled her into a tight hug, whispering soothing noises into her ear.

"Rose, it's alright, those aliens aren't going to bother us, we're parked on the Powel Estate in the 21st century, those aliens don't exist till the 51st century. The Tardis doors haven't been open all night, and do you really think she'd let anything happen to them?"

"No, Doctor, you're right. I'm just getting all emotional, again," he looked at her, as if trying to decipher something.

"Rose, when was your last period?"

"Those purple things... so about, eight weeks ago. Frick," she looked straight into his eyes. He smiled.

"Come here you, my lovely pregnant wife,"

"Nine months of cravings, mood swings, and midnight wees. Perfect," she said, hugging him. Memories of not being able to see her toes or tie her shoe laces for several months entered her mind, the useless mess she became and began crying again.

"Rose, remember all the good times, like Tim's first word which was in fact 'banana', when Hessy grabbed your finger for the first time, them learning to walk, kicking me out of bed to do nappy duty at three in the morning,"

"You don't have to give birth to it,"

"Yeah, but I'll be there to hold your hand the entire time, I promise. I'll go with you to every scan, every trip you and your mother make to Mothercare, every baby related thing, I promise," he said cupping her head in his hands, and gently wiping away her tears.

"Thank you,"

"Let's go find our kids then,"

•Θ•Θ•Θ•

"Happy Father's day Dad!" screamed Hessy and Tim, as they launched themselves on their father when he stepped foot through the door into the kitchen. It's walls now covered in pancake batter, and a precarious pile of pancakes stacked on a plate.

"What have you two being doing?" he asked, barely able to control his laughter.

"Erm, cooking," suggested Tim,

"And messing up my kitchen," finished Rose,

"But we'll tidy it up," put in Hessy,

"Yeah, you'd better," Rose smiled.

"We've made you breakfast," Tim told them, pointing towards the pile of pancakes,

"And set the table," said Hessy, pointing to the table, which now feature a vase with a single red rose, and a bottle of wine, with two glasses.

"I'm afraid, you're mother won't be able to have wine," the Doctor told them. They looked confused.

"Why not Dad?" asked Tim,

"I'm pregnant," Rose answered him,

"Really?" asked Tim,

"Yes," the Doctor and Rose replied in unison,

"They obviously want another little angle like us Hessy,"

"I know, we're just so perfect," they sighed, smiling together. Before Tim cursed and ran over to the pancakes that had started to emit smoke, indicating that they were burning and going a bit more than slightly brown.

"Batch 23 has suffered serious third degree burns Hessy, they are no longer edible," he said in mock seriousness,

"We shall have to bury their remains later, but for now batch 24, breakfast must go on," she echoed his serious voice.

Rose looked at the Doctor, who looked straight back at her, both of them trying not to laugh, before mouthing in unison at each other;

"They get it from you," then promptly started laughing

•Θ•Θ•Θ•

All in all it was a very good day, thought the Doctor as he lay down in bed with his now pregnant wife, soul mate and love of his life, Rose, holding her gently with one arm. His kid's pancakes had been fantastic, they'd even thought to fry little pieces of banana for the topping. It had been a great surprise when Captain Jack Harkness had bounded into the kitchen halfway through lunch, and only slightly ruined when Jackie turned up. Although at least she was pleased by the news of the new arrival, and didn't slap him like she did when they told her about Tim's arrival, he shuddered remembering that unfortunate occasion. Dear old Captain Jack, was equally as pleased, giving him a large wink and a knowing smile of "So you've still got it," which caused Rose to blush and choke on her food, and himself also to blush but disguising it well by patting Rose on the back. Although Jack wasn't quite as pleased when they informed him about pending nappy duty, and general Uncle duty, (which includes: taking the kids out once a month so him and Rose can have a romantic night, helping to organise birthday parties as well as party games, informing Tim about dating tips (although only approved ones), and teaching Hessy how to avoid the aforementioned dating tips).

Another highlight had been the banana and chocolate cake. It was another culinary brain wave by his daughter combining the taste of banana and chocolate in such away that it tasted perfect, not too chocolatey or too strongly banana (although in his mind one could never have too much banana).

Also getting the first look at his new baby on the scanner, watching it's tiny double heart beat, even though as Tim correctly said "it looks like a small blob," he felt this over whelming sense of love towards the little thing, and happiness of his and Rose's creation. It was too early to find out the sex, but he and Jack had a bet going, he guessed boy, Jack guessed girl, £20 either way. Shamefully Rose sided with Jack and said girl. But truthfully he didn't mind either way, so long as he/she was healthy he wasn't fussed.

So about half an hour later when his wife woke him with her evening sickness (why they called it morning he'd never know, it had been lunch time for Tim and dinner time for Hessy), he was glad to be there to support her. Rocking her to and fro, holding her hair out of the way, and gently massaging her back.

He decided he liked this father business. And couldn't help thinking that this time next year, he'd have father's day with three beautiful children and wife, rather than just two.

So that's it, I do actually have other one shots around this family though… shrugs