A/N: Four chapters to go! Wheey!

Chapter 36 – You Better Find Somebody To Love

"Are you warm?"

"Yes, Daddy."

"Comfortable? Not hungry? Thirsty?"

"No, Daddy."

"Is the light okay? Too bright? Too dark? More pillows? Less pillows? You got Floppy? Need a blanket? Brushed your teeth properly? Been to the loo? Washed your face?"

"Daddy."

"What?"

"Shut up."

Rose snorted with laughter as the Doctor blinked in surprise. "Well, okay then," he said, leaning forward to kiss her good night, as did Rose. "G'night, sleep well."

He finally got up, and Rose took his hand and made to leave. Then he let go and moved forward to make sure he'd tucked Leah in tightly.

Rose sighed, glancing at Leah and rolling her eyes. "Don't worry, I'll get rid of Daddy," Rose assured the girl, grabbing his arm and yanking him towards the door.

"Night!" the Doctor yelped over his shoulder as Rose pulled him through the doorway and gently closed it behind them, pulling him to their bedroom and practically throwing him onto the bed. He yelped as she climbed on top of him, pinning him to the mattress with her legs straddling his middle.

"Rose..." the Doctor began slowly.

"Oh come on," she breathed. "I'm horny, I know you're horny, let's do this."

"Wait!" the Doctor yelped as she began to reach to his shorts.

She stopped. "What?"

He swallowed, hesitant. "I don't... I just... Well, I just want to go to sleep."

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, I'm just tired," he insisted.

Rose considered him for a moment and then nodded. "Okay, I understand," she said, heaving herself off him.

Rose wasn't sure what woke her up, but the next thing she knew it was 3am and the bed beside her was empty and cold. The Doctor had vanished, and evidently been gone for quite a while.

Unable to get back to sleep, she decided to go and look for him. She was already wearing one of his shirts since she no longer fitted into her nightie, so she completed the look by wrapping herself in his coat, before slipping on her sandals and stepping out of the bungalow.

She saw him instantly, a black silhouette sitting by the water a little way down the beach, visible by the moonlight reflecting off of the sea. He hadn't noticed her yet. He was skimming stones across the water.

She moved towards him slowly until she was a couple of metres away, and finally he looked up. He offered a weak smile, picking up another stone and throwing it to skim the sea's surface; it bounced six times and then sank.

She sat down next to him, taking his left hand in both of her's. "Nice," she said, smiling.

"Wanna try?" he asked, holding a stone out to her. She took it and threw it, but it only managed one bounce before it sank.

"Rubbish," Rose admitted, laughing.

He raised a smile at that, but then looked at his feet, half dug into the sand. She pressed a quick kiss to his lips.

"Something's wrong," she said simply. "I can feel it."

"It's nothing."

"Oi," she poked him in the chest. "I will make you talk."

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, but didn't answer.

"Look, I'm a woman who hasn't so much as got in a decent snogging session with her boyfriend for around three months now. I am so, so pregnant, so, so horny and I know you are too coz I can feel it, but you just keep stoppin' yourself. What's goin' on? Are you still hurtin'?"

"No, it's nothing."

"Talk to me," Rose implored. "You used to tell me everythin'."

"It's stupid."

"Nothin' you say can be stupid."

He sighed. "Fine, it's just... Do my breasts seem bigger to you?" he asked, sitting up and cupping his pecs.

She burst out laughing, but was surprised when he looked at her like a wounded puppy. "What?"

"Why are you laughing?" he demanded, suddenly angry. "You don't find me attractive anymore, do you?"

She stopped herself from laughing, having been through this when she had been pregnant with Leah. "You're very attractive, Doctor, okay?"

"You're lying!" he wailed, now in tears.

"Doctor, hormones," she said gently.

He stopped, looking down at himself and wiping at his eyes. "Stupid human hormones! I'm so pathetic, can't even control..."

"Doctor..."

"... Stupid human hormones, and I'm gonna be a really bad Dad to him I know, we haven't even done his room, we haven't even named him!"

"Doctor!" Rose yelled over him, pressing her fingers to his lips. "We'll do his room when we're ready, and we'll name him when it comes to us."

"But..."

"Seriously, shut up," she said. "You ain't the one who spends about five hours of everyday on the toilet and spends the other nineteen tryin' to get your breath back every time you waddle for than ten paces, yeah? You're fine, honest."

He looked at the floor again. She reached up to cup his cheek.

"Was that really all that was worryin' you?" she asked. "Because you haven't let me touch you since we got back. You used to kiss me when I was in the middle of a sentence because you said you couldn't wait until I finished it. We used to lie together in the botanical gardens and just stare at each other for hours. And I'm pretty sure that I'm the only human ever to have sex in open space to the sound of Jefferson Airplane. I miss you. I'd like you to stop bein' so distant now and let me show you how much I love you. If you're still not in a good place then I'll understand, but maybe I can help if you give me a chance?"

He gazed at her for a moment, not uttering a word.

"Well?" Rose asked. "Are you..."

He leaned forward to kiss her deeply, hands entwined in her hair, cutting her off. Rose found herself utterly breathless by the surprise and felt a little bit faint when he finally drew back.

"Sorry," he said, grinning. "Couldn't wait until you'd stopped talking. And you're right, you are the only human in history to have sex in open space to Jefferson Airplane."

She laughed. "You're okay?"

"Yeah," he replied, nodding. "You make everything better."

"Cheesy, but I like it," she replied, and he leant forward to kiss her again, pushing her onto her back.

He drew back, frowning as she quickly stopped him in mid-kiss. "What?"

"Will this make me the first human to have sex on a beach with purple sand?" she asked.

The Doctor laughed. "Yep."

"Guinness World Records are missin' out," she said with a laugh, and he simply smiled and kissed her again, one hand resting on the dome of her belly as the other methodically slid into her shirt and unhooked her bra in one swift movement. She obediently reached up to his bare back and began to run her finger in circles on his hotspot, and he shivered in pleasure, the evidence of this instantly pressing into her side.

He began to kiss and gently bite his way down her jaw and down her neck in the most sensitive areas possible whilst simultaneously unbuttoning her shirt and pulling down her bra. He kissed his way to her breasts, moving to her left one and taking her nipple gently between his teeth. He closed his mouth on it and gently began to suck...

"Ugh!" he suddenly reeled away, coughing and choking and spitting, wiping his mouth.

"What?"

"Breast milk!" he wailed, still wiping at his mouth.

She burst out laughing, and he looked a little winded before she grabbed his neck and pulled him down to kiss her again, pressing urgently into his back. He seemed to grow with every press like she was pushing down on a pump.

"Get in now," she urged, quickly getting rid of her underwear. He nodded obediently and moved down, but then suddenly stopped, teasing at her entrance.

"Wait, we can't," he breathed.

"What? Shut up and get in there!"

"It's too risky, the acceleration," the Doctor panted. "I don't want to."

"Well, you gotta do somethin'!" she practically shrieked beneath him, so he improvised and used his fingers instead, and in less than twenty seconds brought her to quite a spectacular finish as she screamed out loud enough to wake the dead, then laid panting on the towel.

"Me, me, me," the Doctor urged quickly, gesturing to his need, and it took a matter of seconds for Rose to make him echo her cry and fall down beside her, out of breath.

Their eyes connected, awash with feelings. He smiled, and reached up to press his fingertips to her temple. He let her in then, sharing with her everything he was feeling and why he was feeling it. Ecstasy from what they'd done; relief he had finally been able to temporarily satisfy his sex drive; love for her; happiness for knowing he was with her; grief for Koschei's death and Leah's situation; hurt for his physical scars and pain of the guilt he was dealing with; inadequacy that he couldn't deal with it; worry that the Master might come back...

She laid there beside him staring into his eyes, feeling everything he was going through. She simply raised a hand and rested it on his arm. He didn't need a reassurance. He didn't need an, "it'll be okay", he just needed to know that she would listen.

He finally drew back his hand, pillowing his head as he continued to gaze at her.

"That's why you're different to him," Rose said quietly, not breaking the gaze.

He lowered his eyebrows, confused.

She continued, "I told the Master you were happy because you could talk to me about anythin'. You don't keep it all inside anymore like you used to when you had big ears, yeah?"

"Big ears?" he repeated, suddenly grinning. "I resent that. And are you saying if the Master just shared his feelings he'd be a nicer person?"

Rose laughed as she heard back what she'd just said. "Well... No, but... I think it might be part of it. Has he ever had a girlfriend?"

The Doctor blinked at the question. "Umm... Well, when he became Prime Minister he had a wife. But she ended up shooting him so I don't really think she was all that happy."

Rose giggled. "But... does he even have any friends?"

"I don't know. I don't follow him around."

"He follows you around a lot..." she mused. "You know, I think you were his only friend. But now you've ditched him he's Billy no-mates."

He laughed, and continued to stare at her. "You're incredible. I'm so glad I met you. Thank you for not letting me send you back to the parallel world and slapping me very hard in the face."

She smiled, tongue between her teeth. "You're welcome," she said, leaning forward to kiss him again as he sought out her hand, linking his fingers in hers. Then they both fell silent, just lying together naked on the beach in the moonlight.

A day passed of complete and utter laziness. Rose was happy to see the scars and bruises on the Doctor were now visibly lightening, though still very much there.

It was almost dinner time when the Doctor and Leah were out swimming in sea, splashing each other and playing with a giant inflatable ball the Doctor had found in the bungalow's dusty closet. Leah was becoming increasingly more and more confident in the water very quickly, having refined her doggy paddle and starting strokes.

"You're getting really good," the Doctor praised. "I say... We have a race. First one to swim to the shore and run to Mummy gets dinner choice tonight."

She beamed, nodding enthusiastically. He grinned back, and pulled her to a starting point, limbering himself up...

Suddenly he stopped, going completely rigid, staring at nothing. Then Leah yelped in shock as he closed his eyes and fainted clean away.

Leah didn't even hesitate. She yelled for her Mum still sitting across the beach, grabbed his arm and started paddling towards the shore dragging him behind, struggling to pull his weight.

By the time she got to the shore her Mum had already reached them, wading in to grab her father and pull him to lay on the sand.

"Doctor," Rose said quickly, lightly slapping his face. Then she suddenly stopped, and looked down... "Oh my God," she whispered, realising in a heartbeat why he had fainted.

"Rose?" Jackie yelled from across the beach. "Rose, what's goin' on?"

"Mum," Rose croaked, and then forced herself to shout, "I'm goin' into labour, Mum!"

"What?"

"My waters just broke!" she yelled, then looked back at the Doctor, slapping his face lightly again. "Doctor, wake up..."

His eyes snapped open in a surprised jolt, looking up at Rose and Leah, before furrowing his brow. "Why am I..."

"I'm goin' into labour," Rose said urgently. "My waters just broke."

"What? But..."

"He's premature, isn't he?" Rose breathed, panicking. "Oh God, Doctor, is he gonna be okay?"

The Doctor sat up, grasping her by the shoulders and staring into her eyes. "He'll be fine, let's just stay calm, get packed up and back to Torchwood to find Martha. We've got lots of time so don't panic, take things easy, you get our stuff and I'll get Leah's. All right?"

She nodded, feeling reassured by his calm demeanour as she took a few breaths to steady herself. "Okay," she said and accepted his help to stand up, where she began to waddle back to the bungalow.

"Doctor?" Jackie's voice asked as she reached him with Tony in tow, breathless.

"Did I sound calm?" the Doctor suddenly squeaked, looking at her and talking at about 100 miles per hour. "I sounded calm, right? Was I really calm? Was that reassuring? Did she find that reassuring?"

"Doctor," Jackie repeated. "Relax, sweetheart. What do you want me to do?"

"Okay," he said, trying to subdue the rising panic he could feel in him. "Get you and Tony packed up and into the TARDIS."

"Okay," she replied, and for a moment just stared at him standing there trying not to hyperventilate. She reached forward and hugged him tightly. "Keep calm, love."

He nodded, and she offered him a reassuring smile before moving off to the bungalow.

"Daddy?" Leah asked, tugging on his shorts. He looked down at her standing there, so sweet and small. "Daddy, what's happening?"

He dropped down to kneel in front of her, smiling as best he could. "You know your little brother inside Mummy's tummy?" She nodded. "Well, he's coming out now, and we need to go to Auntie Martha as soon as possible so she can help him get out, okay?"

She nodded again.

"Good, at least you're calm," the Doctor breathed, kissing her forehead. "Let's pack up your stuff."