I know it has taken me a great deal of time to get this out to you, but I'm sure the wait was worth it. Please read the note at the end of this chapter, it has some important information on where the story is going.

Rose sniggered to herself once more as she witnessed the Doctor gazing at himself in the mirror yet again. Still her Doctor. She stood there and watched as he ran his fingers through the mess of hair, his eyes gleaming in wonder. In all his 900 plus years, he had never been ginger. It seemed like he just couldn't get enough now.

He glanced at her through the edge of his eyes, watching her as she watched him. He knew he was being a bit self absorbed, but really he wasn't. He actually spent most of his time monitoring her through the connection they had through the children.

Just then he was suddenly overwhelmed with a sense of urgency and stood up, looking over at Rose. She was smiling at him, her hands both placed on her protruding stomach. She was ten months along now, and he had been running blind for months.

He knew why there was no store of information for him to fall back on right now, the book. It was at this time he was living one of the worst years of his life. His other self was right now trapped as the pet of the Master, unable to read the weekly messages.

He let a shiver run down his spine with the memory of it and hated the fact that he was out of communication from himself, and especially Rose. It was that year, spent in a constant concentration of communication with the ship that he really felt the loss of Rose.

She often crept into his mind, delivering a more severe dose of depression than anything the Master could. One piece of solace he gleamed during his year of hell was the fact that Rose was trapped in that other universe, this universe. He was suddenly ripped out of his thoughts when he heard Rose let out a low hiss beside him.

She was leaning against the wall for support and looked as if she was about to pass out.

"Rose?" he called out as he ran to her side just in time to catch her in his arms. It was times like this he was thankful for the extra muscle he had acquired.

"I think" she gasped out before the both of them witnessed the seat of her pants grow dark with liquid. Oh Crap!

"Rose, we need to get you to torchwood" he stated and led her to the car. He hated driving. It was too slow and he really hated it right now. Rose needed to get to torchwood fast, he didn't know how quickly this was going to go. He hated not knowing.

Lack of knowledge was something that always took the Doctor by surprise, but in most cases it also gave him a measure of thrilled anticipation. This time there was only the nagging feeling of worry to accompany the lack of knowledge pertaining to their current situation. It was positively aggravating.

Rose currently lay on a bed barely controlling the pain she was in. They were too afraid to administer any medication in case the babies had a reaction to them. At this point he wasn't sure if Rose wouldn't have a reaction to them, her body had changed so much.

He desperately wished there was something he could do for the pain, but they just couldn't take the chance. She knew this and was taking it all in stride, even though her face contorted every five minutes into one of agonizing pain. It nearly tore him in half.

He monitored her vitals carefully as the labor progressed, his brow creased in worry he just couldn't hide any longer. The team he had hand picked with the help of Rose's father was surrounding her, helping to encourage and monitor in any way they could.

He had tried to replicate a pain medication from his home, but he couldn't find anything that was close enough to fabricate it. By the time her contractions were a minute apart she was profusely sweating with the effort it took to control herself.

Through all of it the babies kept a steady link with him, the little hum at the back of his mind telling him everything was alright. He made sure to inform Rose of their progress, but she seemed to be unsurprised by his information, as if she knew.

Maybe she did know… they were growing in her. Maybe she had changed enough to feel that connection as well. He would have to ask her later, for now he had to focus on her and delivering these babies safely.

Hours passed and her labor progressed, steadily her body readied to deliver them. It took little time for the first to be born, a girl. She was beautiful with head full of dark hair and plump baby cheeks and a pouty mouth.

He handed her off to Rose who held her close, counting toes and fingers as tears slipped from her eyes. The Doctor looked on with tears in his own eyes, the overwhelming feeling of family surrounding him like it hadn't in hundreds of years.

He managed to pry the baby from her hands just as another contraction ripped its way through her body. He reluctantly handed her off to one of the nurses to help with the delivery of the second child.

The delivery of the second baby was just as quick as the first, this time a boy, and he was thankful it was over. Once the infants were cleaned and checked, both sporting strong double heartbeats, Rose and the Doctor were left to enjoy the bubble of love enveloping them.

IMPORTANT~ Please read

Alright guys, the next few chapters are going to be like this. The Doctor is living inside the hell year and is unable to read the weekly updates from the other Doctor as well as not being able to read letters Rose had written during this time.

Once he is free from this year he will be able to catch up with the letters and therefore the next chapters will be based on the letters she wrote during that time. Although that episode was called the "The Year that Never Was" the Doctor, his companions, and everyone on the valiant were excluded from not living it.

This includes the diary, everything that Rose wrote in the book during that year has been stockpiling and the Doctor will be able to read it. He will also be one year closer to the same time that Rose and the other Doctor.