A/N:Yay. Sequel lol. Well, I hope you all like it, and if you do all like it, I can have the next chapter up by Friday. Perhaps Wednesday. But anyways, enjoy! xxx
Rose stared her hair in the mirror, curling strands absentmindedly with the hot rod.
"What's wrong?" She smiled as the Doctor's voice reached her, and he kissed the side of her neck.
"Nothing. I'm just thinking of going back to my natural colour." She cocked her head to the side idly, and the Doctor took the still warm strands of hair between his fingers.
"I like the blonde. Blonde is good." He rested his chin upon the top of Rose's head, looking at their reflection.
"I dunno. I'll think about it." Rose sighed, and leaned forwards to get her mascara brush. In the mirror, she could see the Doctor biting his lip. Looking as if he wanted to say something, and was trying to find the courage.
"Doctor, what's wrong?" He met her eyes in the mirror, before dropping his back to the floor again.
"Rose…I was just wondering…have you thought a bit more about what I said last night?" The Doctor said softly. Rose put the brush back into it's tube, and turned to face him.
"What thing did you say?" The confusion worked it's way into her eyes, nervousness into the Doctor's own.
"You know…about children." Rose frowned, and turned back to the mirror. She was silent for a few minutes, the Doctor lingering behind her.
"I dunno Doctor." She said softly, and leant forwards to reapply her eyeliner. The Doctor stared at her in the mirror, surprised at her.
"That's it? I dunno?" The Doctor frowned, and Rose sighed, turning towards him.
"Doctor, our lifestyle doesn't exactly scream children does it? Torchwood isn't-"
"No, Rose. Your lifestyle doesn't allow children. Torchwood is dangerous, and you know I don't want you working there." Rose set her make up down, and rubbed her forehead.
"Doctor, we've had this conversation time and time again. I like working for them! You like teaching at the university. If you don't wanna work for Torchwood, fine. But don't try and stop me." The Doctor stepped back, recognising his loss in the argument.
"So that's it? Discussion closed?" He looked to her beseechingly, and Rose stepped forwards, encasing him in a hug. They stood in silence for a few moments, the Doctor trying to process what Rose had said. She clutched him tightly to her, breathing in the slightly musky smell he carried.
"Doctor…I don't know about children. I mean, I'm still young. And so are you. We've got so much to do still! I don't wanna have to waddle down the aisle, do I?" The Doctor smiled as he pictured it, and Rose grinned back, pleased to see he wasn't angry at her.
"I love you Doctor. You know that." Rose looked up into his chocolate eyes, pleading silently with him to understand.
"I love you to Rose." He said quietly, and she shuddered slightly. She still had not gotten used to the soft declaration. The Doctor reached down and brought Rose's left hand to his lips, gazing at the ring on her finger. The blue stone glittered as the light hit it, the reflection sparkling in Rose's eyes.
"I don't know. I think you could make waddling look good." Rose laughed and took her hand away, reaching up to press a quick kiss to his lips. She turned back to the wooden vanity table, and straightened her clothes. The Doctor slipped his hands to her hips.
"I want you to think about it though Rose. Not children, although I would like you to. But about finishing with Torchwood. For good." Rose looked at his reflection, a frown settling upon her face.
"Doctor, if I finish with it, where else am I gonna work?" She sighed, and the Doctor's eyes lit up.
"Rose, you could come and work in the university with me. I've been needing an assistant. I'm sure they'd let you, I mean you got your degree in History. You're more than qualified!" Rose couldn't help but giggle as the Doctor worked himself up into a frenzy. Clearly over excited by the prospect of working with her.
"Doctor, teaching a bunch of kids isn't exactly my ideal job you know." She said through her laughter.
"But they're not kids! They're 19, 20 years old. The same age you were when we first met." Rose smiled at the memory before shaking her head.
"Doctor, you know half the girls in the class have crushes on you. Why would I wanna stand there and watch them make eyes at you?" The Doctor stared at her.
"Rose, I'm sure you wouldn't have to stand and watch them. You could sit if you wanted." Rose twisted round to slap his arm when he laughed.
"Besides, having my fiancé there is most likely gonna put them off." Rose rolled her eyes, and slipped out of his grasp.
"Doctor. I like my job. I'm good at my job, so can we leave it at that?" The Doctor bit his lip.
"Just please tell me that you'll think about it. We said we wanted the whole human experience. I don't think that you going out to fight aliens everyday hardly qualifies for that." He stared her down as she looked up at him, chin tilted up in defiance.
"Fine. I'll think about it. No promises!" Rose pointed a finger at him, and he kissed it quickly.
"Thank you…and that thing about…having a baby, Rose." The Doctor was silent, and a small understanding passed between them.
"Yeah. I'll think about that to." He smiled at her whispered words, leaning forwards to kiss her lips softly. Rose's watch started to beep, breaking any mood that had begun. She sighed and leant her forehead against his.
"Can we pause this, play it again when we get home?" The Doctor chuckled as he pulled away, grabbing their coats.
"That I can promise." Rose took her coat from him with a quick thank you, and pulled open the front door. Following her, the Doctor paused in front of the spare room, looking into it. It was still filled with boxes that had yet to be unpacked, and had been there for several months. As he looked into the white room, he couldn't help but imagine a cot in the corner. The boxes gone of course, and the room a light blue or pink. Or perhaps yellow. His single heart leapt at the thought.
"Doctor?" Rose stuck her head around the door, frowning.
"Sorry, get in the car, I'm coming." She flashed him a quick smile before her head disappeared outside again. The Doctor frowned at the sudden image in his mind. What had started off as a small idea, a notion…was manifesting itself into an overwhelming need.
A/N: So, do you love it, hate it? Lol. Anyways, please leave a review, and let me know what you think.