Despite the fact that the TARDIS library was warm and his own body was an Autron fueled furnace, the cool body laying on top of him along with the sweat drying on their skin was making Jack wish for a warm blanket. He didn't make the Time Lord move, though, not yet. With gentle caresses, he ran his hand up and down the Doctor's spine. He could lay there all night and listen to the soft sighs the Doctor made or feel his cool breath against his skin. Anything that let him know that what just happened was real. Jack leaned up, kissing the sleepy Doctor on his forehead.
"We should go to bed," Jack told him. The Doctor snuggled down further onto Jack's chest.
"I'm comfy," he informed Jack with a yawn. Jack ran his hand down to the Doctor's bottom, carefully pushing a finger against it. The Doctor groaned his hips thrusting against his will.
"I'm comfy too, but I think we will be more comfortable after we get cleaned up and climb into bed," Jack answered. He tried to ignore the Doctor fidgeting against him, but he could feel his own body responding. Jack wasn't upset by the fact that he didn't get to warm up under a blanket as once more he found himself being warmed up by the Time Lord. Their joining was once again slow as they kissed softly. Jack found his release first followed by the Doctor a moment later. The Doctor then went to collapse on top of Jack again, but Jack eased him up before he could.
"Jack," The Doctor whined as he was lead down the hall. Jack didn't listen as he took them both to the shower. He helped the Doctor in, turning on the water. The Doctor groaned as the warm water hit his body, waking him up. He didn't want to wake up, he wanted to sleep. He quickly washed his body off, then retreated out of the shower before Jack had a chance to finish cleaning. Jack sighed as he watched. He cleaned his own body making sure to clean his chest and his bottom well. He felt a little sore after making love twice, but he actually found that he enjoyed the soreness. Getting out of the shower, he dried off well heading to bed.
"Have you given any thought to performing the surgery on Tish yourself?" Jack wondered as he entered the room and found the Doctor was still awake. The Doctor was sitting up on the bed, waiting for Jack so that they could cuddle as they slept. Jack smiled as he climbed into the bed with the Doctor.
"No," The Doctor informed him with a yawn. He leaned against Jack letting his head rest on his chest. Jack pulled the blanket up, tucking the two of them in.
"I think you should," Jack told him. The Doctor looked up at him.
"Why?" He asked Jack seriously.
"Because I think it would help your confidence and remind you what a sexy, smart, kind Time Lord you are." Jack punctuated each descriptive word with a kiss that made the Doctor roll his eyes. The Doctor laid his head back down so Jack couldn't see his face.
"And what if I'm wrong. What if her arm can't be saved and I am just causing her more pain by trying?" The Doctor wondered.
"Then at least you tried. I know you, though. You would not have told her that her arm could be saved unless you truly believed you could fix it," Jack informed him
"I've been wrong before," The Doctor mumbled not sounding sure. He couldn't help but think of the Master and their last year on the Valiant. He had one time thought that the Master could be saved. That all he had to do was get through to him and he could have his friend back. During that year, he never stopped trying to help him. Now everyone was recovering from the damage he caused by not reversing the paradox sooner.
"So have I. Regardless of the bad decisions that we have made, I trust you and I know you trust me. You just have to learn to trust yourself again. Helping Tish could do that," Jack explained. The Doctor opened his mouth to respond, but Jack interrupted him before he could. "Don't decide now. Think about it first. I mean really think about it. If you still decide that you can't perform the surgery we will find a hospital that can. Agreed?"
"Fine," The Doctor sighed feeling trapped. He closed his eyes and had just settled down to sleep when he was jostled awake by Jack rushing out of bed. Poor Jack couldn't get past the morning sickness while the Doctor barely felt it. He felt sympathy for Jack even as he was annoyed that Jack had disturbed him. The anti-emetic helped Jack not to get sick, but it didn't always stop him from feeling as though he were going to be sick. The Doctor was considering going to check on Jack when he emerged from the loo.
"It's not fair that you are further along than me and not getting sick," Jack complained as he crawled back into bed. He snuggled into the Doctor, as the Doctor placed a cool hand soothingly on his stomach.
"I'm sorry Jack," The Doctor apologized. He kissed Jack softly on the chest as he laid his head back down. "In the morning I will see if I can find an anti-emetic that will settle your stomach as well so you don't feel sick."
"That would be nice," Jack agreed. "I was barely sick when I was pregnant with my son. Do you think that this baby being half Time Lord is what is making me so sick this time?"
"I don't know. I can't think of another time when a human was pregnant with a Time Lord child," The Doctor informed him.
"Maybe it means I am having a girl this time," Jack thought out loud.
"Do you want it to be a girl?" The Doctor questioned. He hadn't actually given any thought to the gender of his own baby as he just hoped that it was healthy and didn't hear the drums.
"Almost as much as I wish the baby was yours," Jack replied softly. The Doctor didn't respond as Jack said it so quietly that he had trouble hearing him even with his superior Time Lord hearing. The Doctor laid there listening to the sound of Jack's heart beating as Jack fell asleep. The Doctor didn't sleep. Even though he was exhausted he kept thinking about what would happen if Jack didn't get his little girl, if Tish's arm didn't heal properly, or even if the ointment didn't work on Martha's back. He would let everyone down again and end up alone with two children to raise. He didn't want to be alone again. More than anything, he wanted his family back. He could have a family with Jack, their children and Martha could be their aunt. He just had to help them and that meant he had to fix Tish's arm himself. His mind made up he decided to call Martha in the morning to see if she knew any orthopedic surgeons who would be willing to perform the surgery. He shuddered as he snuggled closer to his lover. Closing his eyes he tried desperately to fall asleep and forget again just for a few minutes.