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Chapter Nine: Breakfast in bed

Rolling over I woke up, then without thinking I noticed something was wrong. The Doctor. Okay, where was he, he was there when I'd gone to sleep. Well ok, I had kinda fell asleep on him, but that's not the point! He couldn't be angry with me - could he? I know he said he wasn't, well to be honest he never said anything... but I got the impression.

But where was he? Sitting up in his bed (he'd obviously carried me here - to his bed... that means something - right?) I looked around the room, our clothes were still where we'd left them the night before... so where ever he was he wearing his dressing gown. Which didn't mean much as he did save the world in it only a few months ago, wait... no... that was Harold's dressing gown, but that doesn't matter. Looking on his bed side table I realised that he'd taken his glasses, which meant one of a few things, he was reading, watching TV, or cooking. He always wore them when he was cooking, I don't know why. He just did, and I accepted it as just one of those things.

Looking at the clock on the bed side table I saw that it was 8:00, I started to experience the unmistakable feeling that I was going to be sick, so leaping out the Doctor's bed, grabbing my dressing gown, I managed to pull it on while running the width of his room and into his bathroom. Reaching his toilet just in time. But this time was different, I knew that it wasn't a 'tummy bug' it was morning sickness, and it was only happening because I was pregnant, pregnant with his child, and this more than anything else made me feel completely happy as I trudged back into his bed, ready to wait for him to find me.

"Rise and shine sleepy head," I heard the Doctor whisper as he backed into our room, pushing the door with his back. I'd just begun to wonder why he was backing in, when he turned around brandishing a breakfast tray. A full breakfast tray. Filled with toast, what looked like freshly squeezed orange juice, marmalade, jam, butter, knives and two plates. Enough for two. I haven't had breakfast in bed for ages! My stomach did summersaults, and for once it wasn't because I was going to be sick.

"Good night's sleep? You're not light you know, you weigh a ton," he said as somehow managed to get into bed with out spilling the contents of our orange juices all over our toast. I slapped him playfully.

"What a charming thing to say to the woman who's pregnant with your child," I teased him. His face instantly lit up as he buttered and jammed a piece of toast, place it onto a plate and passed it to me.

"Wait," he said putting out a hand, just as I was about to take a bite of toast.

"What?" I asked completely nonplussed, he'd never stopped me eating before.

"Um... before you eat that lovely buttered piece of toast, I've um, got a question to ask." he cleared his throat. I almost said something. But some how I knew that now was not the moment for questions.

"Rose Tyler," he looked me deep in the eyes, before taking a little blue box from behind his back and opening it, saying "will you marry me?" the diamond on the ring glistened in the light, shimmering colours across the room. I felt happier than I'd ever felt before, I smiled at him before answering,

"Yes, of course!" I told him. He slipped the ring onto my finger, then we kissed, the toast laying uneaten, cold and forgotten.

o...O...o

I still couldn't believe it. I was going to get married. I couldn't stop smiling. I felt like I was in a little bubble, just me and him, happy just to be together just to be there for each other, just to be able to smile at each other, laugh at each other and to hold each others' hand.

"You do realise, that by marrying me you'll have my mum as your mother-in-law? And that maybe once in a while we'll have to visit her? More often when the baby's born?" I asked him, the look on his face was immediate, the look of sheer horror and disgust etched upon his face. I couldn't see why he hated my mother so much, I mean she'd only slapped him once... and never shouted at him which is a lot less than my other boyfriends through out the years. I looked at him expectantly.

"Oh hell. What's she gonna do when I tell her about" he gulped "us? She'd better not slap me. No that's it. I'm not going. I refuse to go. You can't make me." he said, both acting and sounding like a little schoolboy, very much like a little schoolboy, he had his arms crossed and everything.

"Arh Doctor, please?" I tried to plead with him.

"No Rose, I've told you I won't go."

"We don't have to go just yet." still no response, his arms were still folded, "Please?"

"Oh alright then. We'll give it a week then?" he asked. I nodded, smiling.

o...O...o

That afternoon, after I'd finished finding Mickey (he still got lost on board the TARDIS... I had a shrewd idea that the TARDIS kindly moved itself around for him, making sure that which ever room he went into he always came out into a different one, even when he used the same door) this time he was locked into a broom cupboard that also contained black pointy hats, black capes, three cauldrons and for some bizarre reason furry hand cuffs. Pink furry hand cuffs. I went to find the Doctor (after I'd sat Mickey infront of some ridiculous afternoon programme "The Jeremy Kyle Show" it was worse than having a dog).

After searching practically every room in the TARDIS, I found him. He was in the library (well the one on the third floor) curled up in one of the squishy arm chairs reading "Cool names for babies by Talia Palionia" stacked up on the side table where "The three trimisters - what to do and not to do in each of them, by Black & Burns", six volumes of "How to be a father" that bore titles like, "Volume 1 - what to say and what not to say during Morning Sickness", "Volume 4 - how to deal with the birth" "Volume 2 - how to cope with cravings" "Volume 6 - how to change a nappy and other small dilemmas" and lastly was a little green book entitled "So you've got a mother-in-law, how do you handle her? By Edward Shrink,".

I smiled. That's all I did. Just smiled.