A/N: Okay, so it's LITTLE late...

Chapter 24 – 'Ello, 'Ello, 'Ello, Speeding Mate?

The Doctor would have fallen back and smashed his head on the wall if Jackie hadn't already been holding him. He gasped in fresh air; feeling 'released', like he'd just been in prison for twenty years. He blacked out for the smallest of small seconds, before opening his eyes to meet Rose, giving a weak smile.

"Came up too fast," he explained, pulling back out of Jackie's arms to sitting position. "Forgot about the speed limits."

"There're speed limits inside people's minds?" Rose asked, hitting her own head.

"Oh yeah. The speed limit depends on how fast the person's brain works. Say like, mine works at half the speed of light, so that's the limit. I was going the speed of light, and it confused my mind so everything backfired."

"How do you know the brain's speed limit though?"

"Oh, there are sign posts everywhere," he assured her with a charismatic smile.

"So is it done?" Rose asked, picking up his arms and wrapping them around her neck, before she hooked her own around the Doctor's neck.

The Doctor seemed distracted. "Hmmm? Oh…well…yes…hopefully…" he stumbled over his words, and Jackie just rolled her eyes.

Suddenly Rose clutched at her stomach, biting her tongue to stop herself from swearing as a contraction pained inside her. She looked up at the Doctor as the pain died away, and he smiled at her to indicate it had worked.

"There's still something there, but it's so weak it's almost unnoticeable."

"You're a genius." She smiled, leaning forward to kiss a bruised cheek. The Doctor blushed a deep red – well, at least he would have if an inch of his skin wasn't bruised.

"So," Jackie suddenly interrupted the moment and the two turned to face her, the Doctor's arm slipping around Rose's waist. "When's the wedding?"

The Doctor stared at her. Rose stared at the Doctor. Jackie didn't know who to stare at. Technically, if she stared at Rose then they could form some kind of staring triangle – but to be honest, it really didn't matter.

Rose could imagine the ceremony now…her mum would spend three days buying a wedding dress for Rose, and then put the Doctor reluctantly in a tuxedo. She'd 'help' the Doctor buy an amazing star studded ring and Mickey would immediately be donned Best Man.

She'd then spend the whole of the day before the wedding ringing around guests and making checklists, before she sent Rose to bed early before the next day to give the Doctor a lecture on the rules and regulations for marrying her daughter, accepting gifts and the way the whole concept of 'weddings' worked. He'd then answer back, get a slap, and be sent to bed.

The day of the wedding would be a catastrophe. The Doctor would receive a lecture about being on time to the wedding, and he'd still turn up twenty minutes late covered in gloop and absolutely drenched claiming he'd just had to chase the pansdimensional liquid beast from Planet Zargon Five across London to prevent it taking over the world. Mickey would forget the ring; the Vicar would have an anger problem and the pansdimensional liquid beast from Planet Zargon Five would squelch in half an hour late and frighten all the guests away.

And the funny thing was, as Rose would clutch onto the utterly drenched Doctor in the middle of an empty church with her mother in a flying rage and Mickey climbing into the organ tubes to try and find the ring, she'd still be able to say without doubt it was the best day of her life.

The Doctor looked at Rose. Rose looked at the Doctor. As the scenario was shared out in their minds, they both shook their heads in unison.

"Nah."

The Doctor was in the Infirmary again, with a sleeping Rose buried into his arm, using it as a pillow. He smiled to himself, reaching up his still healing hand to brush some hair out of her face.

"Hello," she suddenly muttered, opening her eyes to look at him.

"Hello," he replied, rubbing her pregnancy bump in a massaging way. "Sorry if I woke you."

"You didn't. Can't be too long now, can it?" Rose asked with a smile, watching him caress her womb.

"One day, to be precise."

"Still need some names," Rose reminded him, and he sighed, rolling his eyes. He opened his mouth to speak, but Rose quickly cut over the top of him with a loud voice.

"Rory Alexis Sigma-Tyler. And we're not calling the girl Eva. Her name's Jela."

The Doctor sighed, exasperated. "Why can't I name at least one of them?"

"Because I don't trust you!"

"You trust me with your life everyday!" he pointed out meekly, and Rose just shrugged.

"'I don't do domestic!'," she imitated him with a grin, and the Doctor started to shake his head in protest.

"Okay, one, my voice isn't that high. Two, these are my kids we're talking about here. Three, she's called Eva."

"Jela."

"Eva!"

"Jela!"

"Eva!!!"

"Jela!!!"

"Would you to min' hushing down a lit'le? I can barely 'ear meself think!" said an Irish voice from the doorway.

"Howard!" Rose smiled, sitting up. "Doctor, Howard helped save your life."

"Thanks," the Doctor nodded politely, smiling in gratitude. "I err…hope the bike's okay."

"'Tis fine Doctor! You're a grea' driver."

"Sorry, that was my energy rush before one of my organs collapsed." The Doctor waved a hand as though one of your organs collapsing happened everyday. He suddenly stopped, frowning for a moment as he looked down at Rose.

"What?" she asked, and his eyes went from her face to her womb in a blink, his expression turning to surprise. Slowly he raised a hand to point at her womb.

"Your waters just broke," he said simply.

Rose gaped, looking down at her stomach, to see her maternity dress damp at her navel.

"Oh cripes."

Chapter 25 - Annihilate The Labour Government!

"Can you walk?"

"ARRRGGGHHH!"

"A no, then…"