Rose once again found herself in labour, though this time it was a little easier. Apart from the constant arguing between her mother and this new Doctor. Jack was sat on the bed next to her, showing her some very imaginative drawings he'd done. Rose had the suspicious feeling that the Doctor might've shown Jack some picture's of Gallifrey, since the markings on the page weren't being translated.
"She's having my child!" The Doctor said, fists clenched.
"And Rose is my daughter!" Jackie shot back. "I seem to remember you had no problem with me being present at Jack's birth."
"No, but ever since the Torchwood incident you've been practically smothering her!" The Doctor growled.
"You let me stay or so help me you will regret the day you ever met me!" Jackie spoke so ferociously that the Doctor actually shrank back slightly.
Rose sighed rolling her eyes and sat up a little straighter, pulling Jack towards her as he picked up another blank piece of paper and set to work with his crayons, creating a new picture which was far too complicated for your average two year old.
"Might I remind you who's actually giving birth?" Rose snapped, chucking a pillow at the pair of them.
They looked up and gave her sorrowful looks, wandering over and sitting either side of her on the bed.
"Sorry, love," Jackie smiled sympathetically.
"Sorry," the Doctor mumbled almost inaudibly, wrapping an arm round Rose's waist.
"Mum, can you take Jack to do his colouring in the living room, please?" Rose asked quietly.
"But-" Jackie began but Rose gave her a hard stare.
"Thanks," Rose said as Jackie lifted her grandson into her arms, grabbed the box of crayons and the paper and took him out of Rose's room.
"Thank god-" The Doctor received an elbow in the side before he could finish his sentence.
"I did not send her away for you," Rose said, shifting uncomfortably as baby Tyler decided to press on her bladder. "And if you're not carefully you'll be going the same way."
"Sorry," the Doctor took her hand. "Are you ok?"
"No, I really need the loo," she moaned.
"Do you want me to help you up?" The Doctor asked.
"No, I'll fly to the toilet," Rose gave him a withering look and the Doctor didn't say anything else. He stood up and helped her to the toilet and back again.
"I was thinking, when we finally get away from your mother, we could take the kids to this planet near Gallifrey, it's a beautiful place," the Doctor said tentatively.
Rose nodded, rubbing her back as she sat back on her bed. The Doctor sat beside her once more, watching her carefully.
"I bet its times like this you wonder why you told me you love me," he muttered, smiling slightly. Rose couldn't help laughing then.
"Course not!" She replied. "I wouldn't swap this for anything."
"Nah, I wouldn't either," the Doctor grinned. "Do you want a cup of tea?"
Rose nodded and the Doctor gave her hand a quick squeeze before he went off to the kitchen.
The hours passed slowly and though the pain was bearable it didn't stop the labour being any less boring. Jackie had to take Jack out for walks every so often when the toddler got bored, but the Doctor remained vigilant by Rose's side.
As the birth approached nearer Rose got more and more tetchy and the Doctor suddenly realised how very much like her mother she was.
"Rose?" The Doctor tried tentatively.
"WHAT?" Rose almost shouted at him.
"I think I better get you're mother," he said. "You're about ready to start pushing."
Her mother simply made matters worse and by the time Rose started pushing, she had more than enough frustrated energy. It took little more than en minutes and by the time Jackie handed Rose her second child she was exhausted.
"I never thought I'd be handing a part alien baby to my daughter," Jackie muttered as she watched her daughter with the Doctor.
"Thank you Jackie," the Doctor said loudly, ushering her out the room.
He sat back down with Rose and gazed down at the new baby Tyler. He had his mother's big brown eyes and dark chocolate brown hair.
"He looks just like you," the Doctor commented. Rose grinned slightly.
"Mummy's boy," she said quietly. "We still need to think of a name."
"What do you think then?" The Doctor asked. "Maybe Charlie after his uncle?"
"That would be quite fitting," Rose agreed. "But I was thinking something that goes well with Jack…"
The Doctor watched her ponder.
"What about Joshua?" She asked. The Doctor smiled.
"Sounds perfect," he said, hugging Rose.