A/N: Told you I'd give you a quick update to make up for being so slow :D This one starts out a bit differently. John is reminiscing so the bold and italized bits from here on out are memories. Enjoy!
**John walks into the kitchen and smiles. His wife is standing before him at her most beautiful. Her blonde hair stuck out in every angle. Not a speck of make up on her glorious face. Her fluffy pink robe hanging off one shoulder as she curses at the toaster. She tosses a blackened piece of what once was bread into the rubbish bin and John notices there were several before it.
"Good morning," he says. Rose screams and spins around quickly.
"John! Every morning! I swear you're trying to kill me," she says, turning back to the toaster. He laughs and walks over, slowly wrapping his arms around her waist.
"And what would be the purpose?" He asks, kissing across her cheek. Rose smiles and leans her head away slightly.
"Life insurance, I suppose," she says, jabbing him slightly with her elbow. He lets her go and she moves across the kitchen to the fridge. She pulls out the carton of eggs and his eyes widen.
"What are you doing?" He asks quickly. She looks at him and rolls her eyes.
"Cooking breakfast," she says, walking to the stove. John frowns.
"Yes, but last time you, ugh, 'cooked' eggs, it took us weeks to get the smell out," he says. Rose sighs dramatically.
"I used to cook on the TARDIS all the time and you loved it," she says, pointing her whisk at him. John runs his hand through his hair and rubs the back of his neck nervously.
"Yes…the TARDIS had a lot to do with that," he admits. Rose's jaw drops and she stares at him.
"She cooked for me?" She asks. John frowns and nods, taking a small step back.
"Well…she didn't want me to die," he says. Rose's eyes widen.
"I am NOT that bad!" She exclaims and he smiles at her sheepishly.
"I think the charred loaf of bread would disagree," he says. Rose looks at the toaster as smoke starts to billow out of it again. She runs over to it and presses the release button. Two slices of burnt toast pop up.
"Damn," she mumbles. John smiles and wraps his arms around her again. Rose turns in his arms and wraps her own around his neck. "You win," she says. He smiles wider and leans down, kissing her quickly.
"Banana pancakes at the diner?" He asks. She laughs and nods. He smiles down at her and shakes his head slightly. "I love you," he says. She looks up at him then stands up and kisses him again
"I love you too," she tells him.**
"John, what happened? Why did you leave her?" The Doctor asks. John blinks as he's pulled from his memories. His eyes land on Rose in the stasis chamber and he looks at the floor. He opens his mouth to explain when the machine begins to beep erratically.
"What's that?" He asks, looking at the Doctor. The Doctor scratches his chin as he looks at it.
"Don't worry. I'm sure it's nothing," he says, pulling his screwdriver out. John frowns as he watches him. The Doctor sonics it quickly then looks at Rose. "Oh," he says quietly. He smiles and looks at John. "Oh! Congratulations!" He says, grabbing him and kisses his forehead. John jumps slightly and stares at him.
"What? Congrat…Doctor, my wife is dying! Why are you congratulating me?" He asks. The Doctor smiles as he looks between John and Rose's body.
"You don't know?" He asks. John frowns more.
"Don't know what?" He asks. The Doctor lets out a slight giggle then points at Rose.
"She's pregnant," he says. John's face goes blank as he stares at him.
"Pre…she's pre…" He stammers slightly.
"Pregnant?" Amy asks from the door. John spins and looks at her.
"You!" He says, rushing at her. Her eyes widen.
A/N: There ya go. REVIEW!