"This is all your fault, you know," Rose said to the Doctor as she leaned out of the car window. The Doctor, meanwhile, was underneath the vehicle and sonicing the parts there.

"No," he grunted pulling out a bit to look up at her. "It's this stupid car's fault."

"You bought the stupid car," Rose smiled with her tongue poking out between her teeth.

"Well," the Doctor shrugged. "We needed one while the TARDIS is still growing. I don't trust cabs. What if the time comes and the cabs can't get there or take too long or—"

"Doctor," Rose laughed. "The baby isn't going to come until weeks later."

"I know, I know," the Doctor sat up on his knees so that he was face to face with her over the car window. "It's just… I don't know about you, but I'm still freaking out about everything."

Rose giggled and reached a hand out to ruffle his hair, "I'm nervous too, you daft idiot. But everything's going to be fine."

"But what if everything doesn't turn out fine?" the Doctor had a nervous look on his face. "What is something goes wrong, when you're, you're—or the kid doesn't like me—"

"Doctor, look at me." Rose smiled and took his face in her hands. "It's going to be alright. I'm gonna be fine, nothing's gonna go wrong. And the baby's gonna like you. Who doesn't like you? I like you."

She leaned forward and gave him a small kiss. He seemed to relax a bit and let his hands slide up her arms to her neck and face where he began to caress her soft skin.

"I love you, Rose Tyler," he said softly as he leaned forward to kiss her again.

"I know," she smiled between his kisses. "I love you too. And I'll love you even more if the car gets fixed soon. I'm hungry for some chips."

"Craving?" he pulled back with a grin.

"Baby has good taste," she tapped his nose. "And we don't want to keep her waiting, so get to it."

"Her?" He raised a brow.

"I think it's a girl," she told him.

"Really?" he leaned into the window a bit so that he could see the large bump of Rose's belly. "What do you think, little one? You a girl? Or are you a little boy like me?"

Rose giggled, "The baby isn't gonna answer you until a few weeks."

"I can wait," he rested his head on his hands with his elbows on the car frame, keeping his gaze on her belly.

"Doctor," Rose laughed. "Just fix the car."

"Oh. About that," he pulled back and scratched his neck, his usually motion when he was nervous.

"Doctor…"

"I can't actually fix it," he mumbled. "I sort of… Made it worse."

He looked up at her sheepishly.

"What did you do now?" Rose laughed.

"Might have soniced the wrong pipe which then…"

"You know what? I don't care," Rose smiled. "Guess we're gonna have to walk to the chippy."

"Are you sure?" the Doctor frowned and stood up when she opened up the car door. "We can just call a cab this time. I don't want you to do anything that requires too much effort."

"It's just a short walk," Rose replied as she got out to stand next to him. "I can handle it."

"But are you sure?"

"Yes, Doctor," she rolled her eyes. He still was frowning and Rose sighed, leaning forward to wrap her arms around his neck even thought her belly hindered her from getting any closer to him.

"I'll be fine, Doctor," she smiled as he instinctively placed his hands at her hips. "Okay? It's you, I'm worried about."

"Me?" he frowned.

"Yeah, you get so pale whenever we talk about the baby," she gave him her tongue-in-teeth smile.

"Oh," the Doctor's skin lost color and Rose laughed.

"See? Like that!"

"Well, I can't help it," he mumbled and looked down at Rose's belly as it bumped against his chest. "I just get nervous about it, that's all."

"I know, sweat heart," Rose leaned her head forward to kiss him with a smile. "But as I've said before, it's gonna be fine. Now let's go walk to some chips."