Warning the first part of the chapter contains a sex scene. If that isn't your thing skip down to the first marker. I tried not to make it too graphic as it is more about a wound being healed then the actual act.

They danced the night away. He had always prefered the wedding reception to the actual wedding and had on more than one occasion shown up as the dancing started. But to his own weddings he was always present. Jackie and Pete had got them a room in a hotel for the night and in the morning they were to be on a plane to New Zealand for the next five days.

Rose had kissed him and then gone to shower while he waited for her on the bed. He knew the human tradition of consummating the marriage, but at the same time he was dreading it. They had made their relationship work the last year by not trying anything more than kissing and holding each other. As she stepped out of the bathroom, he felt himself stir as he saw her wearing a little red nightie.

"You like it." she smirked.

"I do," He managed to stutter out. She came up onto the bed and crawled up across him, locking her lips onto his. He ran his hand down her back and placed it on her bottom, gasping as he felt her bare skin. She moaned at his touch and suddenly his suit was too restricting and he needed to get it off. He quickly undid the buttons not daring to release the kiss as he shook the coat and the jacket off. She pulled up his undershirt and he released the kiss momentarily as she pulled it over his head.

He turned her over and laid on top of before kissing her neck and down her chest. She sat up and he helped her pull the nightie off before before undoing his own pants and slipping them off. He paused above her as he continued to kiss her. His mind started to drift to her laying beneath him on the platform and he pushed it away as he rolled off and layed on his back.

"Is something wrong," She asked him, her voice full of concern.

"Come here," He said as seductively as he could. He helped her climb on top of him and straddle him. He pulled her down to him and then held he hips in place as he gently started to move against her. She was shaking gently in his arms.

"Are you okay," He whispered and he felt her nod against his chest. Lifting his hips so he had a better angle he gently started to push himself inside her and she moaned. "Am I hurting you."

"No," She replied. Keeping his movements slow and shallow he held her tightly to him. She whispered his name in his ear as she let go and gave in as their bodies united as one.

-DW-

The Tardis grew and grew until one day it was ready. He excitedly held Rose's hand as he stepped through the doors. "Oh you are beautiful." He exclaimed as they stepped inside. The Tardis had outdone herself. While she still had the Coral patterns she had a sleek new glass floor with steps leading down. He ceilings were taller than before and gave the impression that they rounded out at the top. The pilot seat was now a sleek black when the center console held new buttons and levers.

"Where do you want to go," He asked Rose, as he ran around the Tardis setting the coordinates. He hadn't seen this universe yet and was dying to find out what was different and what had remained the same. He hoped somewhere out there was Barcelona, so he could hear her laugh again at the dogs with no noses.

-DW-

He had told her it was almost impossible for her to get pregnant. But as her belly grew there was no denying that she was. They hid it from everyone as she took to wearing baggier clothes out in public. He had warned her that she could miscarry at anytime and she took him seriously. She was emotionally attached to the baby from the start but they went about their days as though the thing growing in her stomach didn't exist. There was no nursery set up and no talk of getting cribs. They discussed work and made plans to go on vacation, or just traveled around in the Tardis with no destination in mind.

After the sixth month passed and the pregnancy held she was beginning to get excited. The baby would be able to live, even if it meant medical help. She was picking out fabrics and planning a nursery. She ran names by him and he listened and commented but his original fears held. What if there was something wrong? He knew better than most the problems that a half human baby could have. He never had told Rose or anyone else that he had impregnated a previous companion. They had gone through the same dread that she might miscarry before she carried the baby to term and he had dared get his hopes up. His beautiful little son hadn't lived a month as his body fought a losing battle to contain the Time Lord energy it didn't need. He had tried to take it off of him but nothing helped.

When Rose was into labor it was one of the happiest and scariest days he had in a long time. She managed to carry the baby to the end of the seventh month before the child decided it wanted out. He took her to the best hospital he knew of in the new universe and held her hand as she delivered a daughter. He examined her closely looking for anything that might be wrong and as the days turned into weeks and the weeks into months, he held her knowing that Rose had once again done the impossible.

But with the birth of their child the daily trips in the Tardis stopped. Traveling all space and time was no way to raise a child and so he settled back into the domestic life of Torchwood. He still used the Tardis for the occasional family trip into space and time and to help Torchwood out but his days of running were done.