Chapter Five
"What?" Rose says "I-I don't understand" she stutters, trying to comprehend the information that The Doctor has just given her.
"I don't understand either, if that helps," he says, playing with his hands "Your DNA Rose, it's unrecognisable. I don't even think the TARDIS knows what it is."
"But I feel human, and I look human? Nothing in me has changed?" she protests
"Well…"
"Well what?"
"When I was in your head your mind appeared to be a lot more, expanded. And there was this sort of fog that pushed me out, and then of course you looked into my mind too…"
"I did?" she asks confused, "when?"
"After I went into your mind, you could see how lonely it was inside mine."
"I don't- I don't remember…"
The Doctor eyes her suspiciously, "well I guess we'll have to look into that. But I guess this does explain a few other things." He says, jumping down from the table, Rose following him
"Like what?" Rose asks, straightening her top
"Like our son being a full time lord, with remarkable telepathic abilities"
"But if I'm not a time lord, then why is he like 100%?"
"Well it's quite simple really. You Rose, are in itself a new species. And your genes are weak, and harder to pass on- whereas my superior timelord genes are a lot stronger and took over."
"Alright don't big yourself up much," she jokes, with a small smile on her face
"That's more like it, more of that Rose Tyler charm" he says, pulling her close to him "I promise you Rose, we will work this all out."
"I have faith in you, always." She says, cuddling to him "But what about like general things, how long am I going to live and that?"
"I don't know," he admitted with a gulp "and it scares me"
"Why?"
"Well Rose, I love you- but I don't know if you're going to live for ten years or ten thousand years. I don't want to even think about losing you in the future, let alone so soon." He says, stroking her back
"Hey, don't worry about me. No matter how long it may be, you will always have my forever. I love you." She says, and gives him a light kiss on the lips.
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Rose and The Doctor head out of torchwood around fifteen minuets later, promising to visit Jack soon. "Yeah you better come soon, I want to see Rosie all big and round" Jack says, waving from the doors as the head out.
"Oi watch the big, I prefer the term pregnant" Rose says with a laugh
"Who said I was talking about your belly?" Jack says with a wink, earning a laugh from Rose and a disapproving glare from The Doctor. Jack laughs anyway; he knows The Doctor loved him really.
Rose and The Doctor walk off hand in hand, through the Cardiff town centre. "You know what?" Rose says, looking around. "What?" he asks, trying to see what she is looking for.
"I'm dying for some chips, is there a chip shop around here?"
"You and your bloody chips Tyler," he says with a laugh "Come on; I think there's one round the corner."
Rose smiles and they head off in the direction that he takes her in. "Maybe I'm having a craving?" she ponders aloud.
"You're always craving chips, pregnant or not!"
"Fair point."
Twenty minuets along the line, Rose and The Doctor are heading back to the TARDIS a big bag of greasy chips in both their hands. "I think chips are possibly the best human invention ever." Rose says, pulling another chip from the bag.
"Not electricity, television or radio then?" The Doctor laughs
"Nope. Chips are perfect." She declares her mouth full.
"I love you, you know that?" The Doctor laughs
Rose just smiles up at him, and he wraps his arm around her waist. "And I love you two."
"More than chips?"
"Hmm... well I don't know... chips are pretty good." Rose jokingly says, humming.
"Oi!" The Doctor shouts, tickling her lightly in the ribs, the way he knows drives her crazy.
"Alright, alright. Way more than chips." She says definitely, giving him a kiss on the cheeks.
They approach the TARDIS, and he unlocks the door, letting her step through first. "Ladies first of course," he says ushering her in, and shutting the door behind them.
"Is that just a way so you can stare at my arse?" Rose says, turning to face him one eyebrow raised.
"Maybe," The Doctor says, chucking the empty bag on the floor and running up behind her, grabbing her by the waist. "It is a pretty nice view." He teases, whispering in her ear. She knows exactly what he's trying to do, because she is always one step ahead. "You are such a bloody flirt!" she exclaims with a grin, gently pulling herself from his grasp, and heading down the hall.
"Well its working isn't it?" he asks, throwing his arms up in the air, as he watches her walk down the hall, still munching on the chips.
"Maybe, but I guess you'll have to come and find out for yourself." She says, turning her head and giving him a look.
Suddenly chips totally forgotten, The Doctor's sprinting up behind her chasing her down the hall, shouting "You are the perfect woman!"
Because she is, really for him. Maybe to others they might say that she isn't perfect. That she's much too short or her smile is too wide, or that she is a bit on the curvy side but to him, that is perfection. When she smiles, he just sees her happiness, full to burst. He loves every single inch of her, in every way. She is the most amazing creation that he has ever seen the universe produce and he has seen some beautiful things in his time, but none can compare to her. And the fact that she's having his baby, he feels like the luckiest man in the universe. She practically glows, and to him, everything about her is just so beautiful.
And when he sees her, he doesn't see anybody else.