"Doctor, I have a question for you," Rose said sitting in her usual spot next to the console.
"Sure shoot."
"It's a serious question; I'm not going to just shoot it." John stopped tinkering with the Tardis and walked over to his wife.
"What's the question Rose?" he sat down next to her and grabbed her hand.
"Do you…do you ever…"
"Do I what Rose?"
"Do you ever want a family with me?" she looked at him her eyes curious but also cautious. "I don't want to push you to; I just thought I'd ask." He ran his free hand through his hair.
"Do you want a family?"
"I, I don't know. I always wanted one when I was younger. But I know that you already had one and I don't want you to do something like this just because of me."
"I have thought about it Rose." He reached his free hand out and cupped her face with it. "I've thought about it seriously for months, since you said I do."
"And what did you decide."
"Yes." He smiled at her, his grin enormous.
"Yes?" She asked tears of joy starting to fall down her face, her smile growing to match his.
"Yes," and then he kissed her deep but softly. "When?"
"After we find him, after we settle down again. Okay?"
"Okay," and he kissed her again.
"Rose?" she looked up from the magazine she was looking at to see the Doctor staring at her from the seat next to her on the airplane.
"Hmmm?"
"Why have you been staring at that page for an hour?" She looked down at the page her magazine was turned to. It was an ad for a cruise, but the picture on it was one of a man and a woman each holding a hand of their toddler daughter while walking on the beach."
"I…I didn't notice."
"Why were you staring at it?" his eyebrows arched.
"Oh, it's nothing."
"That's not nothing." He pointed at the picture.
"That's an ad for a cruise."
"An ad that you've been staring at for over an hour." He stared at her as she tried to form an answer.
"We, we were going to have a family, John and me. After we found you and settled down again."
"You were?" she nodded and then closed the magazine.
"We still are." She closed the magazine and set it down. She then pulled her legs up and leaned her head against the Doctor closing her eyes.
"Are you going to sleep?" he leaned his head against hers as he finished his tenth book.
"No, I'm just thinking."
"What about?"
"Mostly about John really, but also about how I'm going to tell Mickey about my mum."
"I really am Sorry Rose."
"Yeah, me too."
"River, Rory this is Jack." John said stepping into the Tardis followed by Jack and Amy.
"Hello I'm Capt—"
"No don't start, just no."
"I can't even say hello?"
"No, you can't not to the Doctors wife and Amelia's husband." Jack's face lit up as he walked around River.
"Right then, let's go see if we can find something about you husbands location."
River walked up next to John, "John, who is he?"
"Captain Jack Harkness."
"He's impossible."
"A fixed thing in time, he not possible, but he's there right in front of us."
"No, I mean he's impossible look how he's flirting with Rory and Amy!"
"JACK! I told you no!"
"Mickey what are you doing?" Martha said walking over to her husband.
"I'm cleaning up." Martha glanced at her husband who was mopping their kitchen floor in their practically spotless house.
"I mopped that floor twenty minutes ago."
"You did?" she nodded. He dropped the mop back into the bucket.
"What's wrong with you? You haven't been this nervous in years."
"It's just the Doctor and Rose are coming. The Doctor and Rose!"
"They won't even be here until tomorrow."
"But they'll be here."
He watched her as she slept, it was late and the moon was already visible. A flight attendant came down the aisle handing blankets out.
"Would you like a blanket for your wife?" The woman said.
"Oh no we're not married, but yes a blanket would be nice." The flight attendant handed him a blanket wrapped in plastic wrap.
He tried to open it silently without moving the shoulder Rose was sleeping on. Gently and carefully he finally pried it open. He took the blanket out and spread it across her.
"Good night Rose Tyler defender of the earth." He bent down and kissed her on the top of her head.
She had left her book in the pocket of the chair in front of her. He reached forward and grabbed it looking at the cover.
The picture on the front was of a woman holding a man in her arms as he faded away from her. The title read The Impossible Love of a Time Traveler. It looked cheesy but curious he opened it to page one.