A/N: I WILL finish this story, I promise. I just have no muse/motivation at the moment, and it's killing me. I'm so sorry for neglecting this fic for two weeks - no words came to me when writing this chapter and the finale plan.
But thankfully, they're both written now. So maybe I won't get stuck again.
Nothing in the Universe could compare to the Doctor's elation as he heard his baby's hearts beating. This was the greatest moment in his nine hundred years of life, embracing the fact that there was going to be another Time Lord in existence. And it was his Time Lord, his child. His and Amy's magnificent creation.
Ghosting his fingertips lightly over his wife's stomach, he smiled to himself. "Daddy Doctor…suppose it has a ring to it." He mused aloud.
The TARDIS engines hummed in amusement, and the Doctor chuckled. "Fine then. I'll just be known as 'Daddy'. Don't know what you've got against the 'Doctor' part mind you, but oh well."
An image of the TARDIS scanner appeared in his mind then, and he frowned. "Why do you want me to use that for?" He asked his ship.
Amy will want proof that she's pregnant. You telling her that you can hear the baby's heartbeat won't be enough.
"Do I have to?"
The TARDIS gave him a psychic nudge, and he sighed in reluctance. "Fine Miss Bossy Boots, I'm going." After casting one more look at his wife, he left the medical bay and descended down the stairs into the console room.
He switched on the scanner, and the TARDIS automatically began to analyse Amy's body. Moments later, an image of Amy appeared on the screen, and it zoomed in to focus on her abdomen, displaying the word: 'Pregnant' over it.
"Can't get much clearer than that." The Doctor said proudly, standing back to admire the image displayed.
I'm surprised you haven't cried yet.
"What? Me? Cry? Never." The Doctor commented, still gazing at the scanner. "I never cry."
Memories of him crying in his eleventh form began to filter through his mind, and he scowled. "Thanks Dear." He muttered. "Okay fine, you have a point. But I wouldn't cry over something like this. I'm a man. Got to be cool for the wife when she finds out. You know how it is."
The TARDIS snorted. If you say so.
"I swear that you and Amy are related." The Doctor sighed, rolling his eyes. "You both love to ruffle my feathers, even though I don't actually possess any. It'd be cool if I did, but they're still not as cool as bowties."
The TARDIS sighed when an image appeared in the Doctor's mind of redheaded children wearing bowties. He'd thought about that image before, but his ship hadn't seen it yet. Oh no.
"Oh yes!"
"Doctor?"
At the sound of his wife's voice, he spun around to see her standing at the top of the console room stairs. Her eyes were wide with panic, but before the Doctor could do anything, she was speaking. "Doctor, I can't feel you in my mind anymore!" She told him anxiously. "Is that normal? Or did something happen? Why can't—"
"—Amy, breathe." The Doctor soothingly, beginning to walk up the stairs to join her. "Your body shut down the psychic link temporarily when your body began to heal after you were shot. Everything's fine. Actually, it's better than fine. Wonderful. Brilliant. Magnificent."
Amy looked at him in confusion as he took her hands and began to guide her down the stairs. "What's up with the stupid grin on your face?" She asked him, puzzled. "Did something happen when I was unconscious?"
"You could say that." The Doctor said furtively, and Amy's eyes narrowed.
"Enough with the cryptic thing. What happened?"
They reached the bottom of the staircase, and the Doctor took her over to the console room chair. "You might want to sit down first." He told her, but Amy refused to move.
"I'll stand thanks." She replied firmly, folding her arms. "So, let's have it."
"Amy…you and I…well…blimey, I don't even know how to say it. Never been in this situation before." The Doctor stopped talking to laugh, but at Amy's impatient frown, he straightened his face. "Well Pond, it seems that you're…pregnant."
Amy's face paled. "Excuse me?" She whispered, her arms falling limply to her sides.
"You're pregnant!" The Doctor exclaimed, pulling the scanner around so that she could see the image of her pregnancy. "You're having a baby!"
Amy stepped forward hesitantly, and frowned at the scanner. "Shut up." She breathed, raising her hand and touching the screen of the scanner.
"Not likely. And before you ask, I won't stop grinning either. You're lucky I'm not dancing right now." The Doctor remarked, beaming.
Amy's eyes left the scanner, and she looked at her husband. "Are you sure?" She asked him quietly, still unable to believe the truth.
The Doctor could see how shocked she was, and he stepped forward to press his hand against her cheek. "I'm never wrong, and neither is my TARDIS. Amy, I heard our baby's heartbeats." He revealed gently, and Amy's eyes widened.
"Heartbeats…as in…plural?" At the Doctor's nod, Amy's face went even whiter. "I need a pregnancy test."
The Doctor stepped away from her to use the scanner. "The TARDIS can confirm it again, if you—"
"—No, I need a normal pregnancy test." Amy told him, backing away to sink down onto the console room chair. "The time energy in here could be affecting the scan."
"But—"
"Please." Amy looked at her husband pleadingly, and the Doctor relented. If confirming it 'the human way' got her to believe him, then he'd do whatever it took.
"Fine. Next stop, Leadworth chemist." He entered the destination code, and then went to join his wife. He knelt in front of her, and took her hands in his. Amy looked down at him, and he could see her apprehension. He knew how much being pregnant would mean to her, and he knew her too well to know that she wouldn't allow herself to celebrate until her pregnancy was absolutely certain.
The Doctor laced his fingers through hers, and squeezed them comfortingly. "You know Pond, this isn't necessary." He told her gently, referring to their journey to Leadworth Chemist.
"What isn't?" They both heard Jack ask, and they looked up to see their friends walking down the console room stairs, all wearing the same, curious expressions.
"Taking you home so soon." Amy replied smoothly, and the Doctor quickly nodded, going along with her lie. "I thought that would be for the best after what we've all been through."
Rory and Hannah seemed to believe her lie, but Jack and Alonzo eyed her suspiciously.
Before they could question her, they all felt the TARDIS land. "Oh, would you look at that?" Amy exclaimed, rising to her feet and rushing towards the doors. "We're back in 2011 Leadworth. See you guys soon!"
And then she bolted from the TARDIS.
The Doctor ran over to the doors, but stopped to look back at his friends. "Um…what she said. Bye!" Then he too ran out of the TARDIS, and the doors slammed shut behind him.
Their friends watched them go in bewilderment. "Those two have issues." Rory remarked, shaking his head in disbelief.
"Don't we all know it." Jack replied, grinning. "Come on, let's go back to your house, and we'll tell you what really happened in the mansion."
Confused, Hannah and Rory allowed Jack and Alonzo to pull them out of the TARDIS, leaving their second home behind…until their next adventure with their mad best friends.
~I~
Despite being pregnant, Amy had managed to outrun her husband, and he was panting when he finally caught up with her inside the chemist.
He had barely caught his breath back before Amy had picked up a basket and charged down the aisles, searching for the pregnancy test section.
"Amy, this isn't necessary, trust me!" He called as he chased her through the chemist.
Amy halted suddenly, nearly causing the Doctor to crash into her, but he skidded to a stop just before they collided. "I trust you. I trust you with everything." She told him fervently. "But I need to see this myself, you know, in the human way."
"The extra-terrestrial way is much better." He replied, and Amy shook her head as she turned away from him, continuing down the aisle they were in.
"Look, your pregnancy explains everything!" The Doctor continued, following her again. "Your mood swings, our psychic bond, the time energy we created in the mansion, and your injury healing over so quickly. Your body is changing to hold a Time Lord!"
"Hush." Amy told him, using her husband's favourite 'shut up' word.
"Amy, I…" But he trailed off when she stopped beside a shelf of white boxes.
"Found them!" She announced, and then she reached out and knocked all of them into her basket.
"How many do you need?" The Doctor asked her, mystified by the items.
"I don't know. All of them I guess. Should be enough." She replied, taking one of the boxes out of her basket and examining the instructions printed on the back. "Apparently they're 99% accurate, but I'm going to need to take at least ten to be certain."
"How do these work anyway?" The Doctor questioned, swiping the box out of her hand.
Amy snatched it back. "You pee on them." She told him bluntly, and the Doctor wrinkled his nose.
"You urinate on a stick? That's just weird."
"Says the guy with the urine laboratory." Amy said dryly, dropping the box back into her basket.
"Hey, ammonia helps with scientific discoveries!" The Doctor reminded her, wagging his finger for emphasis.
His wife rolled her eyes, and turned to march up to the till, which was at the end of the aisle. After eyeing the other womanly objects around him nervously, the Doctor hurried after her.
As they approached the till, the elderly woman using it finished serving a customer, and her eyes lit up in recognition when she saw Amy. "Amelia Pond! How long has it been?"
Amy grimaced, and the Doctor snorted in amusement, though he quickly disguised it as a cough. "A while." His wife replied, plastering on a false smile. "Hi Edith."
"I haven't seen you since…what on Earth is that down your top?" Edith questioned, horrified by the huge bloodstain on Amy's tartan shirt.
Amy caught the Doctor's eye, and he mouthed, "Oops", especially when he realised he still had Amy's blood smeared over his hands.
"Paint." Amy said quickly. "The Doctor and I were painting a canvas of the um…Australian red rock, weren't we?"
"Uh, yep. Absolutely." The Doctor replied hurriedly. "Quite a masterpiece. We're almost as good as Vincent Van Gogh."
"I hope not, I hate his work." Edith commented, and Amy's smile became strained. "Hang on, what's this I see…wedding rings! Did you two get married?"
"Yep. About six weeks ago." The Doctor told her, and Edith beamed.
"Congratulations! Where was the wedding?" She asked them eagerly. "You must tell me everything!"
Amy's smile vanished, and she raised her shopping basket to slam it down on the counter, making both Edith and the Doctor jump. "Look, we're in a hurry, so could you just let us buy these?" She demanded impatiently. She lifted the basket again to turn it upside down, and the pregnancy test boxes toppled out onto the counter.
Edith's eyes widened. "Dear, are you—"
"I won't know until I take these." Amy interrupted her, glaring at her now.
Definitely pregnant. The Doctor thought to himself, grinning again.
"Are you sure you need that many Amelia?" Edith asked her, realising that Amy was buying every single pregnancy test in stock.
"Of course. I might be carrying his baby, after all." Amy muttered, jerking her thumb at the Doctor. "Who knows how many weird results I'll get?"
The Doctor's smile faded, and he frowned slightly. "Is that an insult Pond?"
Amy raised her eyebrows. "What do you think?" She asked him, before noticing that Edith was watching them strangely. "Stop staring and start scanning!" She snapped at her, and Edith's face flamed.
"Ye-yes…o-of course." The elderly woman stammered, picking up the first pregnancy test. "Sorry Amelia."
"It's Amy."
The Doctor averted his gaze then, feeling uncomfortable, especially when he saw that everyone in the chemist was staring at them. "Amy, everyone's looking at us." He whispered to her.
"What do you expect? You're wearing a tweed jacket and a bow tie, and I'm covered in blood." The Doctor opened his mouth to speak, but Amy interrupted him." And don't say they're cool, because they're really not."
"I thought you said that was paint!" They heard Edith gasp, and Amy turned her head to scowl at her.
"I lied. Are you done?"
At Edith's nod, Amy snatched the carrier bag that held the pregnancy tests. "Took you long enough. Let's go Doctor."
Without paying, Amy stormed down the aisle, and out of the chemist.
The Doctor couldn't help but feel sorry for the old woman. "Sorry about her. Here's a tip, when talking to pregnant redheads, don't get on the wrong side of them."
Edith just stared back at him.
"Um…" The Doctor rummaged in the pocket of his tweed jacket, and eventually withdrew his wallet. "Here's some money for the pregnancy tests." He paused to toss a bunch of fifty pound notes at her. "They're red, like Amy's hair."
Edith still didn't react.
The Doctor coughed uncomfortably, and began to back away from the counter. "Gotta run Edith, planets to save, pregnant wives to calm down, that old malarkey…it was nice to meet you."
And then he ran out of the chemist.
~I~
When the Doctor returned to the TARDIS, he was relieved when he saw that his friends had left. As much as he loved them, he needed to be alone with his wife while they tried to adjust to the sudden change in their life. Just as soon as she believed that she was pregnant, of course.
The TARDIS led him straight to Amy, and he wasn't surprised when he saw that she'd locked herself in their en-suite bathroom. He understood that she needed to be alone, but he knocked softly on the door, just to show that he was still there for her. "You okay Pond?" He called to her.
"I'm fine. Go. Find something to do, and I'll find you later."
He'd expected Amy's abruptness, and he told her that he loved her before leaving her to it.
Finding something to do though was harder that he thought it would be. He'd already completed his weekly to-do-list, from when Amy had told him to do something when their friends were on the TARDIS with them. But then he realised that he hadn't colour coded the clothes in the wardrobe yet, which was on his once-every-century-list.
Sorting through all of the clothes in the wardrobe always took a long time, hours in fact. He still had his past regeneration's clothes, and his old companions. They were all shoved at the back of the wardrobe now, abandoned.
The Doctor didn't want to dredge up old memories, so for the first time, he ignored the old garments and focused on his eleventh form's clothing, and his wife's.
Once he'd colour-coded all of their outfits, and ensured that Amy's Kissogram outfits were still in the wardrobe, he noticed that that the TARDIS had added a new section in the wardrobe. On one of the shelves, there was a message engraved in Galifreyan that read, 'Property of the Time Lord Ponds'.
Touched, the Doctor found himself having to blink back tears. "Thanks Dear." He murmured, reaching out and patting the wall of the wardrobe.
The TARDIS hummed then, warning him that Amy was approaching. The Doctor turned to face the doorway, and his wife appeared, wringing her hands together.
"Hi." She said awkwardly.
"Hi." The Doctor echoed, watching her carefully. He had no idea what she was thinking, and he cursed himself silently for not enabling their psychic link after she was shot.
Amy took a step towards him, but the Doctor didn't move forward to meet her. "You were wrong earlier." She told him hoarsely, taking another step towards him. "About me being pregnant."
The Doctor's whole body froze. "What?" He whispered, stunned.
Amy was silent as she approached him, but once she was standing in front of him, she finally spoke. "You were wrong…because…" Trailing off, she reached out to him with trembling hands, and the Doctor raised his right arm so that she could clasp his hand in hers. "We're pregnant."
She guided his hand to rest on her stomach, and she placed her hands over his. Slowly, she raised her head to meet his gaze, and saw his timeless eyes ablaze with joy. Her words had made him feel like he was finding out about the pregnancy all over again, and finally, his eyes gleamed with unshed tears, much to the enjoyment of the TARDIS.
Amy's own tears began to fall, and she laughed giddily when the Doctor swept her into his arms, crushing her against him. "I love you Amelia Pond." He murmured, cradling the back of her head and pressing his lips firmly to hers.
She responded feverishly, and her arms slid around the Doctor's neck, holding him to her.
But the Doctor soon pulled away. Before she could protest, he sank onto his knees, and began to unbutton her shirt, starting from the bottom. Once her stomach was exposed, he began to feather light kisses across her skin, and Amy laughed again.
"Hey little one." He murmured against the skin of her abdomen. "Guess what?"
Turning his head, he pressed his ear against the soft curve of their growing baby. "Gotcha." He whispered, and he felt Amy's fingers run through his hair.
Leaning away, he tilted his head up to beam at her, and more tears fell from his eyes when he saw his wife's radiant smile.
"I love you." She told him sincerely, sinking down onto the floor to join him. "I love you so, so much."
Her husband opened his arms for her, and she launched forward into his embrace; their mouths fusing together before they'd even reached the floor.
~I~
Outside of the TARDIS, there was a piercing sound, a flash of white light, and then a crack in time formed in the brickwork of the chemist.
Du-du-dunnnn!
Next chapter will see more Amy/Doctor fluff, but the chapters after that will solely be about the big finale plot :D Woo!
xx