For the next few days the two of them did little besides working on the TARDIS. The Doctor respected Jack's wishes not to discuss a possible relationship or the children as they worked. Instead they only spoke about the repairs the TARDIS needed or random things from their past. Jack was surprised to hear the Doctor talking about once playing cricket as he couldn't picture the Time Lord liking the sport. The only reason he discussed it though was because it was a safe subject and it didn't tell Jack anything about how he was really feeling. Even if they didn't discuss the children it was the only thing on Jack's mind. He couldn't help but think about what it would be like if he did give birth and raise his child with the Doctor. Most of the time his imagination got the best of him, turning the child into a small version of the Master. A couple of times he was able to picture a sweet little girl, playing with a smaller version of the Doctor.
During the day, they both took breaks when needed. At night though the two of them would put their work down and have a small meal together. After they would relax in the library before retiring to bed. Due to their pregnancies and the fact they were healing, they both needed to sleep nightly. Each night the Doctor curled up in Jack's arms, falling asleep first while Jack's mind raced with possibilities. His love for the Doctor never wavered even if he wanted to return to Torchwood and get on with his life. He had waited over a hundred years for the Doctor and knew he would wait over a thousand more if he had to. Except he didn't have to wait. The Doctor was willing to love him now and even if it was just because he was pregnant and scared, he wanted Jack to make it right. Not Martha, or Sarah Jane or any of the other companions Jack was sure that the Doctor had in the past. No, he had chosen him.
"Doctor," Jack whispered as he held him in his arms. The Doctor's eyes were closed and Jack didn't want to wake him if he was really asleep.
"Yes, Jack?" The Doctor responded softly. He didn't bother to open his eyes as he was more asleep than awake.
"I have thought a lot about staying the last few days and.." Jack started.
"You're going to leave me?" the Doctor interrupted. Jack didn't need to see the Doctor's eyes to know that he was heartbroken.
"No, I'm not going anywhere. I don't want to travel full time so we are going to have to find a way to allow me to work at Torchwood as well," Jack informed the Doctor. The Doctor's eyes opened a crack as a smile crossed his face.
"It's a time machine, Jack. We can travel for years at a time and still have you back for work the next morning," The Doctor replied rolling his eyes.
"I just have to know one thing. Would you want me to stay even if I lost the baby?" Jack wondered. The Doctor looked up at him, his eyes full of concern.
"Did you?" He asked.
"No," Jack responded immediately. The Doctor stared at him for a moment before speaking again.
"I normally don't ask someone twice to travel with me, Jack. It is even less often that I let someone into my room," The Doctor told him.
"I am sure Rose spent a lot of time in here," Jack commented. The Doctor shook his head no.
"Rose never stayed the night in my room. She knew where it was, but she slept in her own bed," The Doctor informed Jack. The Doctor laid his head back on Jack's chest, snuggling close to him. "I still want you to travel with me."
"I know," Jack sighed, kissing him softly on the head. The Doctor kissed Jack back on his chest.
"So does that mean you will?" The Doctor wondered hopefully.
"For now. I still need to go to Cardiff and check on my team when the repairs are done. Also if we are going to keep the babies we will have to see if either Owen or Martha will be a doctor for us," Jack told the Doctor.
"I don't know Owen," The Doctor told Jack. "I was thinking of asking Sir Alister if he will give Martha a job at UNIT. I am sure he would be able to fast track her medical degree due to the experience she has from traveling with me." Jack thought about that for a moment. He had hacked into UNIT's system many times over the years. While he never wanted the military lifestyle again, it might be a good fit for Martha.
"I think you should. Then once she is established there we can go for medical check-ups until the babies are born. We should also start looking for a flat." Jack was just teasing the Doctor about the last part, but the panic was almost instantaneous. He sat up staring Jack straight in the eyes.
"I'm not living in a flat. Can you imagine me in a flat? I would have to get a mortgage. Blimey how would I get a mortgage and a job. I could work for UNIT again, but me in a flat. I can't live in a flat," The Doctor stammared quickly. The TARDIS also voiced her unhappiness at the suggestion as she hummed angrily at Jack. Jack was sure next time he touched anything besides the bed he was going to be shocked. Jack couldn't help but chuckle as he pulled the Doctor back down to his chest. The Doctor didn't see what was so funny about the suggestion of him living in a flat.
"We can stay on the TARDIS," Jack reassured him softly. The TARDIS hummed her agreement as she blew warm air on the both of them. The Doctor settled back down to sleep, but it took a long time before Jack joined him. He lay awake silently wondering if he was making the right decision. Only time would tell and by then it might be too late to change his mind.