Chapter 13

Rose had a surprisingly restful night, only woken by the visits from the medical personnel monitoring her. Even though she couldn't wait to tell Jon about the baby's ability to communicate with her, and she was concerned about the Doctor in the other universe, she was able to put that aside and sleep well. She woke up unusually early (for her) but well-rested. She actually had time to shower and put makeup on before breakfast was served. As she was eating, Jon popped in.

Jon was astounded to see her up, about, and coherent. "Alll-rrriiigghht... who are you, and what have you done with my wife!?"

She laughed with delight as he came over and kissed her more thoroughly than a morning kiss usually warranted.

"Did you miss me?" she joked.

"Oh yes!" he replied enthusiastically. Then, more seriously, "How was your night?"

"Wonderful!"

"Really?" he pouted. "And here I thought you woulldn't be able to sleep without me. But of course, if memory serves me correctly – and it usually does - sleep was one thing you've never had a hard time doing..." He stopped abruptly as she batted him across the head firmly yet gently.

"Belt up already, I have something to tell ya!"

"Oh, sorry. Go on." He tried to look contrite.

"I can talk with the baby!"

Jon's eyes went wide. "Really?" He sat down on the side of the bed and took her hands excitedly. "Tell me all about it!"

She filled him in on the impressions she had during her waking hours, and the dream she'd had during the night.

"What do you think it means?" She asked him, referring to the dream, furrowing her brow.

"I can't imagine," Jon replied, "the only beings I know of who might be able to help him get to this universe are dead. Those being the Time Lord High Council or the Master."

"That's what I thought, too!' exclaimed Rose.

"But there's no denying that very, very strange things have been happening, all centered around the Doctor and this child. Things that should be impossible have happened, not the least of which is your baby's very existence and her ability to communicate with you. I wouldn't try it anymore, Rose, it may burn her out. Give her time to develop properly."

"What if she initiates contact?"

"I'd urge her not to. There'll be plenty of time for her to talk after she's born and has time to develop physically.'

"But you talk to her all the time." Rose pouted.

"Not telepathically. I just don't want anything to happen to her." He squeezed Rose's hand, then leaned down and said to her stomach, "Hear that, Arianna? No more telepathy 'til after you're born!"

Rose felt a flutter and laughed. "I think she just flipped you off."

"Oi! None of that now, young lady!"

Just then David and Martha walked into the room.

"How are you this morning?" David asked Rose, while Martha picked up her chart and reviewed it.

"Great! When can I go home?"

David smiled. "That depends on how your body behaves itself over the next few days. How well did you sleep last night?"

"Very well, thanks, and I woke up very refreshed."

"Any nausea, or anything else I should know about?"

Rose shot Jon a sidelong glance as she primly replied, "Nope."

David listened to Rose's breathing, checked her pulse, and then looked at Martha questioningly.

"Her vitals seem to have stabilized overnight, no significant changes in the last 12 hours." Martha reported.

"Rose, you have to understand that none of us, even your husband, have ever dealt with this particular situation. We don't know what to expect, and we'd never forgive ourselves if anything happened to you because we weren't on top of it." David looked at her earnestly. "So please don't fight this."

"Alright. I'll stay 'til Friday, but after that, if I feel like it, I'm goin' home." Rose folded her arms across her chest, indicating her mind was made up. David looked to Jon, who just shrugged.

"Alright then, 'til Friday it is – unless you get sick again. Deal?"

"Deal!"

After David and Martha left, Jon leaned over and kissed her saying, "I've got to go off to work, is there anything I can get you?"

"Yeah, Baby wants peanut butter and bananas. Ripe bananas."

Jon laughed and promised to bring some.

After he'd gone, Rose rubbed her stomach and asked, "Could it reallt hurt you, communicating with me?" She felt a Maybe in her thoughts. "Then Jon's right, we won't do that again unless it's absolutely necessary, OK?" OK.