When Alba awoke, the Doctor was curled around her, one arm wrapped protectively around her waist. Gently, she eased out from underneath him, careful not to wake him up. She got out of the bed, slipped her nightgown on over her head, and went down the stairs to the first floor. In the kitchen, she gathered the ingredients she would need to do a proper English fry up. In the pan, she cooked sausage and bacon, then bread and a few slices of tomatoes. She didn't feel too guilty using canned beans, as very few people tended to make their own from scratch. She fried bread and sunny side up eggs, made a strong pot of tea, and loaded everything onto a tray to take back upstairs. It was a little awkward, pushing through the coats to get back to the door that lead to the Doctor's bedroom, but she managed it well enough. Carefully, she carried the tray in both hands and used her hip to open the door, which she had intentionally left half-open. On the bed, the Doctor was sprawled out on his back, snoring softly. She went around to the other side of the bed and carefully climbed onto it, mindful not to knock about the breakfast tray. She set it down at the end of the bed, and gently shook the Doctor's shoulder.

He opened his eyes and blinked owlishly up at her before his face broke out in a grin. "Well good morning, gorgeous."

"Happy Birthday, Jamie. I brought you breakfast in bed," she said, smiling back at him.

He sat up, the covers pooling around his waist as he took in the breakfast tray. "A full English. You didn't need to do that."

"I didn't need to, but I wanted to," she said, passing him a plate and a mug of tea. "You skipped out on breakfast with me yesterday, I wasn't going to let you do it a second time in a row."

He pierced the yolk of his eggs with the corner of a piece of fried bread. "These are perfect. Just how I like them."

She smiled. "Yeah, I know sunny side up are your favorite. You mentioned it a while back."

He leaned over to kiss her. "You're too good to me."

She laughed. "Not at all. It's my pleasure, really. You know I love to cook. I find it grounding."

He shoveled a forkful of beans into his mouth. "So what are you going to do today while I'm at work."

"Oh, probably some cleaning. The kitchen is a bit of a mess. After that, I figured I'd head into the library and do some reading. You don't have a telly, so I've got to find other ways to occupy my time."

"If you want a telly, we can get one. I just never really had the time or inclination to watch TV. The news is boring, and the shows aren't much better. But there are always films to watch, I suppose," he said.

She waved a hand dismissively. "It's not necessary, honestly. I've found that I enjoy reading. You have so many different books on so many different subjects, I could read twenty-four hours a day for a year and still not even make a dent in your collection."

They ate their breakfast, chatting animatedly as they did. When they had finished, the Doctor set the tray on the floor by the bed, and gathered Alba into his arms. They started out just snuggling, but soon were trading passionate kisses. The Doctor pulled Alba's nightgown over her head, and they made love before he had to shower and dress for work. Afterwards, Alba dropped back off to sleep. The Doctor kissed her forehead before he left, and she smiled in her sleep.

After Alba awoke for the second time, she took a quick shower in the Doctor's en suite. She threw on his bathrobe before making her way back downstairs to the kitchen. She pulled out all the ingredients she would need, and set about to making a birthday cake. She made a simple batter and mixed pureed bananas and vanilla bean into it. She poured the batter into three round cake pans, and let them bake in the oven while she whipped up a simple homemade vanilla buttercream to frost the cake with. After she had pulled them out of the oven, she let them cool for half an hour while she sat perched on a stool, sipping a cup of tea and reading one of the many books of poetry the Doctor had in his library. She frosted each layer separately before stacking them, one on top of the other. She used blue food coloring to tint the rest of the frosting, then put it into a plastic sandwich bag. She cut the corner off with a pair of kitchen scissors, and wrote 'Happy Birthday Jamie' in neat cursive on the top of the cake. She surveyed her work with a pleased expression. Hopefully, he would like the cake. She cleaned up the mess she had made, and then set about on her second baking project for the day, a much smaller but important sweet treat.

After she had finished baking, she spent the rest of the afternoon puttering about, doing some light housework before folding herself onto the loveseat in the library to read some more. Around five o'clock, she got up and went to her room to get dressed for dinner. The Doctor had called earlier, letting her know he would be home by six. She shimmied into her new lingerie before slipping the blue halter dress over her head. She used a curling iron to roll her hair into soft waves, and applied her makeup in front of her bathroom mirror. She thought she looked pretty good. She was just finishing up applying her lipstick when she heard the front door open and then slam shut. The Doctor appeared in her en suite just a few short moments later.

"You look lovely," he said, beaming at her. "Is that dress new?"

"Yeah, I picked it out yesterday when Jack and I went shopping. Do you like it?" she said, giving him a twirl.

"I think it looks perfect on you," he said, crossing the room to wrap her in his arms. He planted a kiss on her lips, then leaned back to look at her. "Am I wearing your lipstick?"

"Nah, it's colorstay formula, you're good," she replied, kissing him back.

"So, dinner?" he asked, smiling at her.

"Oh, yes please. I'm famished," she replied, letting him lead her out of the en suite. "Before we go though, I have something to give you."

"Oh?" he said, raising his eyebrows.

She went to the nightstand, and opened the drawer. She withdrew a small black box, and handed it to him. "I hope you like it," she said, handing him the box.

He took the lid off the box and peered down at the object inside. "Oh Rose, it's beautiful. I actually broke my old wristwatch last month, this is perfect. And it's carved out of rosewood, yeah?"

"Yeah. I figured it was fitting, a rosewood watch from Rose," she said, her tongue poking its way between her teeth.

"I love it," he said, slipping the watch onto his wrist before wrapping her up in a tight hug.

"I'm glad," she replied, nestling her head against his shoulder.

"Alright then, dinner?" he said, steering her toward the front door. They took the lift down to the first floor and went out onto the street, where the Doctor's hover car was parked and waiting. After a brief ten minute drive, they arrived at the restaurant, which was packed full. The maitre d' lead them to their table, which was directly next to a large plate glass window overlooking a river.

"Your server will be with you shortly," the tuxedoed man told them primly, setting menus down in front of them.

"So, what did you today?" the Doctor asked as they looked over their menus.

"Oh, nothing much. I baked you a cake, and did a little light cleaning," she answered.

"What kind of cake?" he asked.

"Banana with vanilla buttercream. Nothing too fancy."

He smiled. "That's brilliant. Banana is my favorite."

"I know," she replied, taking a sip of her water. "How was work today?"

He waved his hand dismissively. "Same old, same old. Nothing very exciting."

Their server appeared beside the table. "Hello, my name is Turlough, and I'll be your server this evening. Tonight's specials are a poached salmon with grilled asparagus and roasted Fingerling potatoes, and a seafood cioppino with scallops, shrimp, clams and red snapper. Our appetizer special is a scallop and shrimp ceviche served with toasted pita bread. Are you ready to order?"

Alba looked at the Doctor. "You know this place pretty well, why don't you order for the both of us."

"I'll have the cioppino, and my wife here will have the Oscar turbot. We'll take the ceviche appetizer, and a bottle of your house red, please," the Doctor said, handing their menus to the server.

"Very good, sir," the server said, scribbling their order down on his pad. "I'll be back shortly with your wine and salads."

"So, thirty years old. How does it feel?" Alba asked, taking his hand in hers.

"Same as it felt to be twenty-nine. I'm not middle aged, not yet," he said wryly, giving her hand a light squeeze.

The server returned with their salads, a bottle of Pinot Noir, and two wine glasses. He had poured them each a glass before Alba could muster a protest. Anyway, it wasn't as though she could refuse the wine without raising questions, and it was only a single glass, after all. She figured she could avoid a second glass by telling the Doctor that too much red wine gave her a headache.

They tucked into their salads, making light conversation as they ate. They discussed places they might go on their next trip in the TARDIS. The Doctor mentioned maybe taking her to the planet Barcelona, a place where the dogs had no noses. Turlough reappeared to clear away their salad dishes. The Doctor didn't press Alba when she refused a refill on her wine. He was more than happy to finish the bottle by himself. Several minutes later, their server returned with their entrees.

"Oh, this is just gorgeous," Alba said, taking a bite of her fish. "Excellent choice."

The Doctor smiled at her. "Yeah, the turbot here is one of my favorite dishes. The jumbo lump crabmeat on top really makes the meal."

They traded bites of their entrees with each other before settling down to eat their food. The conversation slowed considerably, but didn't stop altogether as they continued eating. Since Alba had made a cake, they did not order dessert. The Doctor left their server a generous tip, and they made their way back out to the hover car, holding hands all the way. Back at the penthouse, they went to the kitchen and each had a slice of the banana cake.

"I actually have something else for you in the oven," Alba said when they had finished their dessert. "Why don't you have a look?"

The Doctor got up from the table, opened the oven door and peered inside. "It's a cinnamon bun."

Alba waited for it to sink in. She knew the exact moment it hit the Doctor, because he turned back to look at her with a startled, but hopeful expression on his face. "You're not…?"

She smiled back at him. "Happy Birthday, dad."

"Oh Rose, that's absolutely brilliant!" he exclaimed, pulling her out of her chair and into his embrace. He lifted her off her feet, and spun around the kitchen before setting her back on her feet and planting a kiss on her lips. "How long have you been keeping this a secret?"

"Not long at all. I only found out yesterday. When Jack and I were out shopping, I stopped in the chemist's and picked up a test. I'm going to need to go to a doctor to find out how far along I am, but yeah. I'm pregnant."

"Oh, there's no need to see a doctor. I have a fully equipped infirmary in the TARDIS. There's a test I can run to see how many weeks you are, no ultrasound required," he said, his arms still wrapped tightly around her.

"That can wait though, yeah?" she said, tracing the line of his jaw with her finger. "I figured there were other things you might want to get up to tonight."

The Doctor's eyes glinted at her suggestion. "Oh?"

"Come on," she said, tugging him out of the kitchen by the hand and down the hall to the closet. The Doctor wasted no time punching in the access code and dashing up the stairs, pausing only to open the door with his sonic screwdriver. In the bedroom, they both hurried out of their clothes before diving naked onto the bed.

The Doctor rolled Alba onto her back and straddled her, the tip of his already erect cock nudging at her damp folds. They snogged passionately, their tongues tangling together, their mouths tasting of the vanilla buttercream from the cake. The Doctor was the one to finally break the kiss, angling his head between her neck and shoulder and nipping gently at the skin there. He kissed his way down and across her collarbones before taking her nipple into his mouth, rolling the little nub around his tongue, teasing it into a taut pink peak before moving to her other breast and laving that nipple with his teeth and tongue. He kissed the shallow valley between her breasts before her moving down her torso. He kissed around her navel reverently, as though he were trying to communicate with the little life cradled in her womb. Finally, he pried her legs apart and ducked his head between her thighs, swirling his tongue around the swollen bud of her clit. He licked and sucked, savoring her musky flavor, until she was gasping and writhing against the bed, her hands buried in the thicket of his hair.

"Jamie...need you...inside me," she panted breathlessly.

He looked up at her and smiled, his mouth red and shining with her juices. He moved to straddle her again, rubbing the head of his cock teasingly up and down her slit before finally pushing deep inside of her. They both gasped, and he began to move within her, settling into a fast-paced but steady rhythm. She wrapped her legs around his waist, forcing him deeper into her body. He pressed his face against the side of her neck and began licking and sucking the skin there until it was purple and bruised. She raked her nails up and down his back, causing him to illicit a low, throaty growl deep in his throat. He reached between them to the place where they were joined and began aggressively stroking her clit, bringing her to a shuddering climax before he finally spent himself inside of her. He rolled off of her, and both of them lay panting and sweaty on the bed.

"I don't know why, but that was better than usual. Not that it isn't always great...this was just especially amazing," she said, reaching out to take hold of his hand.

"Well, there's a simple explanation for that," he said, stroking his thumb along the inside of her wrist. "During pregnancy, there's increased blood flow to the breasts and sex organs, making them more sensitive. That's why pregnancy sex is so good. Of course, it could also just be that I'm a stud in bed."

She rolled her eyes at him good naturedly. "And modest, too."

He laughed, and pulled her body against his, molding himself to her. "I'd be perfectly happy to prove the point to you."

"Oh, I bet you would," she said, her tongue poking its way between her teeth.