He is the father
Pairing: Rose/10th doctor
Summary: The doctor had to say goodbye. And Rose knew that she had to let the most important man in her life go. He was more important to the rest of the universe; her needs didn't matter as much.
Part 1
What's the old saying, "If you love someone set them free, if they come back they're yours if they don't they never were"? Something similar to that, and that was what I needed to do. He was burning up a star just to stay here with me. Didn't that say something? I knew that if he knew about the baby he would come back. Against all the odds and the impossibilities he would somehow do it. And he couldn't. He was the Doctor and the universe needed him.
So when he asked,
"You're not?"
I had to respond with no. No. The Doctor wouldn't know their child. Never get to hold them or tell him/her stories about his home planet. A planet that my child could have been on. I had to bite the inside of my cheek to prevent him from knowing about the baby.
I needed him. Desperately did I need him. Because he showed me all that is out there, and all that could ever be and ever was. During all the times we had shared, I had begun to hope that he needed me. What an ego I had. The Doctor didn't need anyone. But he should want someone. Maybe that was the role I had filled for him. The role he filled for me would always be the love of my life.
"Rose Tyler I…"
And he was gone. I fell to the ground crying. I would never see him again. Mum came up behind me and put an arm around my shoulders.
"There there sweetheart. It'll be fine."
I didn't say anything and was led back to the car. Mickey slid into the seat next to me and attempted to engage the car in conversation but they were all just putting up the appearance. He was never going to come back and now our lives would have to adjust around that fact.
Truly months after the incident happened did I wonder if he had found a new companion. What they were like and if he was happy. During these months it became more obvious that I was going to have a baby. There were constant jokes about this, and Mickey once asked if the baby was going to come out with two heads.
Everyone agreed it was probably best to have the child here. We didn't know if the baby was going to have two hearts and if it did what would the doctors do to him/her?
On the morning of March 4, 2006 my son was born. Mum was tempted to name him The Doctor. After some dispute he would be named John. Looking down into his little face I saw the Doctor again. Not exactly, but there were features that were too similar for anyone to not notice the resemblance. Assuming they had met the Doctor before.
He was a very quiet boy. Never a single cry from him. Merely him looking at everything with those big brown eyes. He had this little patch of hair on his head that slightly curled at the top of his forehead.
"Well you can tell he's the doctors. Never stops glaring at me," Mickey offhandedly commented from besides my bed. I suppose that the part of The Doctor and Mickey quarreling must have passed into John.
"Oh shut it Mickey you'll upset the baby."
"The baby looks as if it wants to kill me."
That was the day that John was born, and my life started again.