Shit.

She knew from personal experience how worried he could get about her and, by this point; she reasoned that he would probably be onto the idea that she'd been abducted by aliens for being with him.

Crap crap crap crap crap.

12:01

She'd promised she'd be back by 12.

She'd also promised never to forgive him but that idea went out of the window pretty sharpish.

It wasn't his fault

Not really.

She always did this; maybe she really did take after her mother.

Sweet Jesus.

The familiar smell of tea and cigarette smoke drifted under her nose and told her that she would be back home soon. She never could realise why her flat smelled of cigarettes seen as nobody who lived there smoked, but she was still relieved as she approached the balcony.

Realising a little too late that she looked like she had been out on the pull.

Bollocks.

Gingerly she pushed open the front door, a little worried as to what may be awaiting her. After all, she had no idea whether or not the doctor would be aquatinted into the task of caring for a small podgy human.

As it turns out, he was not.

Powdered baby formula adorned the sofa and the jacket, which hung over the arm of the chair, was splattered with something suspicious looking. The lack of crying told her that, thankfully, the baby was asleep although the amount of stuff exploded over the floor told her that getting it to that stance was not an easy task.

However, all thoughts aside, the lack of Doctor was starting to worry her slightly.

Pulling off her coat, she peeked around her mothers' bedroom door, silently praying that her worst fears had not been met.

She knew what her mother was like.

Just like she knew for a fact there was a bottle of vodka in the cupboard under the sink, which she promptly checked on.

So maybe everything was now okay again.

Thank the lord.

Her suspicions now cleared, she took the two, large feet dangling from the sofa as a clue, and took upon this clue in the best possible manner.

By creeping up and grabbing them.

In usual circumstances, this can generally be slept through. Unless you're the doctor.

And unless you fell asleep on a sofa in your best friends mothers house.

His eyes fluttered open and met hers with a smile.

'Rose?'

He mumbled this as though still asleep. She ran her fingers through his and looked at him questioningly.

'Yes?'

'Lets never have babies?'

The mumble had barley left his lips before he pulled her down, laid her beside him and fell back into his sleep. Holding her close and breathing steadily against her face..

All anger aside, she thought as she fell asleep,

She had to agree.