The Doctor was making pancakes; Kayla was sitting a table and sipping a cup of coffee. Had anyway looked in on the couple, they would have seen two perfectly normal humans. The female was slightly pregnant, on that borderline of only people she told or strangers could tell. Speeding up this process, Kayla placed a hand on her stomach and then gave the Doctor a smile. As if sensing this, which of course he did the Time Lord turned around just to return that smile.

'What are we going to do today?' Kayla wondered absentmindedly, the smile still on her face as she fell into the easy habitat of conversing with the Doctor through their mental link. Because she had tried very hard to not do it when Martha around. But the black woman was still asleep, and according to the always helpful TARDIS, it was only 6 in the morning in London and Martha seemed to enjoy the extra hours of sleep she had been getting.

Having watched her mind flick through her thoughts, the Doctor waited until Kayla was done and replied, 'Whatever you want, it's a free day.'

Kayla rolled her eyes. The idea of a free day was something the Doctor had thought up the instant they found out the brunette was pregnant. Instead of nonstop adventures, as they had been doing, the Doctor made them take a break after every adventure. They could do anything relaxing.

Of course Kayla didn't really like this, but she couldn't deny that just hanging out in the TARDIS or going to some different planet and just walk around was very nice. However, she didn't know if Martha would like this. So she brought this up. 'What about Martha? She might be expecting an adventure.'

Just as the Doctor started to reply with his belief of, 'She'll understand,' the black woman walked into the TARDIS kitchen and looked around.

"Is the Doctor making pancakes?" Martha asked, looking in between the cooking Doctor and sitting Kayla.

Kayla looked up and gave Martha a grin. "Yes, he is. The Doctor likes cooking," she explained calmly, not at all worried.

Blinking, Martha walked into the kitchen hesitantly and then sat down across from Kayla. "So, what are we doing today?"

"It's a lazy day," the Doctor replied from the stove, not turning around as he focused on the pancake he was making.

At the confused look Martha was giving her, Kayla explained, "We do nothing so I can have a bit of a rest."

"Oh," for a small moment, Martha seemed to be disappointed by that, but then she grinned. "I could work on my school work, or I could read Shakespeare." Thinking on this, she absently picked up the glass of water in front of her and sipped on it. "Or take a bath. My back is killing me after that bed in London."

Giving the black woman a grin, Kayla got up from the table and kissed the Doctor on the cheek. He grinned at her and asked, "Where are you going?"

Kayla nodded towards the hallway. "Just the bedroom."

'Meet me in the bedroom as soon as possible.

And then Kayla left, acting as if she hadn't just sent the Doctor an urgent message.

In the bedroom, about thirty minutes later, the Doctor hurriedly joined the brunette. "Is everything alright?" he asked, looking around the room as if something might be there, hiding.

Kayla shook her head and slipped out leather bound book filled with Shakespeare plays. "We changed something with Shakespeare, look." Flipping through the pages, she showed the Doctor the page for…

"Hamnet?" the Doctor read off, a frown on his face. "But it's supposed to be Hamlet. Look, here's the dialogue and everything. It's the same play...except the mother…what?"

The brunette nodded. "Shakespeare probably tried to make up with his wife in memory of their son. And so instead of the possibility of the mother being in on some of it, it's this mysterious enchanters."

Shaking his head, the Doctor sat down next to Kayla. "I wish this hadn't happened," he stated, "but it can't be that big of a deal. In fact, it could be for the better."

"Martha can't find out," Kayla replied simply, looking down at her hands as she spoke.

For a moment, the Doctor thought he had heard her wrong. Staring at her, the Doctor frowned. "But it isn't that big of a deal," he pointed out.

Kayla shook her head once more. "When she was so silent earlier, I checked her mind. Doctor, she's worried about this time travelling and I want to show her the best of it."

Seeing the point, though he didn't agree with this and was clear about that in his thoughts, the Doctor wrapped an arm around Kayla's shoulders. "Alright sweetheart, I'll see what the TARDIS can do," he vowed and then gave her a kiss on the temple.

Giving him a grateful smile, the brunette leaned into him and sighed, enjoying the peace of the moment. One hand slipped to her stomach and she rubbed it, feeling the little bump. Grinning, the Doctor placed his hand over hers.

"I love you," Kayla whispered.

"I love you too," the Doctor replied.

And that night, when Kayla and Martha were asleep and preparing for tomorrow's adventures, the Doctor went through the TARDIS library, seeking out the Shakespeare books. With heavy hearts, he threw all the ones he could find out into space and then watched them drift off.

"This is what Kayla wanted," he said to himself, seeing a copy of Twelfth Night float past the doors. "And she has her reasons…even if I don't agree with them."

Shaking his head, the Doctor closed the TARDIS doors and went to join his Bonded. Because, as always, a Time Lord with his Bonded gave him strength.

I am so, so, so sorry I was gone for so long. I had a lot of homework and just general stuff keeping me away. But now I'm back, which is great.

Sorry that this chapter is so short, but it got the message across. Kayla and the Doctor are hiding Shakespeare from Martha...and it's not going to end well. :(

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