Jack followed through with his promise of making dinner for the four of them as Martha sat drinking her coffee. He made a dinner of fish and chips. Jack dragged the Doctor away from his lab to eat. The Doctor entered the kitchen, took one look at the fish and covered his mouth as he rushed out of the room again. Jack sighed, slightly disappointed the Doctor wouldn't be eating with them, though he did set aside chips for the Doctor for later knowing he would want them. Martha checked on Tish and found that she was still sleeping. Not wanting to wake her the two of them sat down to eat. Jack tried the fish and thought it was missing something. Getting up, he got down his almost empty jar of peanut butter.
"Please tell me you are not going to put that on the fish," Martha begged as she turned slightly green at the thought.
"Okay. I am not going to put it on the fish," Jack responded as he opened the jar. Taking a spoon he put a pile of it on his plate. Martha watched in disgust as he picked up his fish, dunked it in the peanut butter and took a bite of it. He smacked his lips happily as he took another bite. Getting a big glob of peanut butter on the fish he offered a bite to Martha.
"No thank you," She told him as she tried not to watch him eat.
"It is good," Jack promised her.
"I am sure it is to your pregnancy hormones but I don't want to try it thank you," Martha answered. Jack shrugged bringing the piece back to his mouth and taking another bite. He was almost to the end of his meal when he felt a wave of sadness wash over him. It was quickly followed by the sense of need coming from the Doctor.
"The Doctor needs me," Jack informed Martha as he wiped his. He stood up from the table, grabbing for her plate as he did.
"I will do the dishes if you want to go check on the Doctor," Martha offered as she watched Jack try to clean up first. She wasn't sure why he was cleaning as Jack normally didn't mind leaving a mess for someone else to pick up when it came to dishes.
"You don't have to," Jack argued as he picked up his plate.
"I don't mind and after he has helped Tish it is the least I can do," Martha insisted. Jack gave in handing her the plates. Going to the counter he dished the Doctor up a plate of chips and put a banana on it for him as well. He made them both a cup of tea before going in search of the Doctor. He found him easily as he was sitting on their bed. His hands were crossed on his stomach and tears streaming down his face.
"Oh Sweethear what is wrong?" Jack asked. He set the Doctor's meal down on the night stand along with the teas. Going around the bed, he climbed up on the Doctor's. He could feel his own eyes beginning to fill with tears at the sight of his lover crying.
"I got sick. I hate getting sick. I am tired of not being able to eat foods I use to like," The Doctor complained.
"You use to like pears?" Jack wondered. The Doctor gagged at the word. He smacked Jack weakly on the arm, not putting much strength into it.
"Don't mention them. I already don't feel good Jack," The Doctor sobbed. Jack pulled his lover closer feeling how warm the Doctor was compared to normal. He cuddled into Jack, resting his hot forehead against Jack's chest.
"Oh Sweetheart, you're burning up. Let's get you to the medi-bay so that Martha can examine you again," Jack told him worriedly.
"No," The Doctor whined. "I am on anti-biotics Jack. There isn't much more she can do at the moment." Jack had to give him that. If he went to Martha and told her the Doctor wasn't feeling well, she would remind him that the Doctor had a sinus infection and needed to rest. Still his fever needed to come down. Standing up, Jack picked the Doctor up with him, carrying him into the bathroom. He was happy to see the tub was already full of water. Setting the Doctor down he helped him to strip and get into the luke warm water. The Doctor sat forward not relaxing back into the tub.
"Is the water too cold?" Jack wondered as the Doctor sat there. The Doctor shook his head no as he looked at Jack expectantly.
"Aren't you getting in?" The Doctor questioned.
"Of course." Jack smiled. He stripped out of his clothes, and put his foot in the water. He shivered slightly as the water may have been warm to the Doctor's cool body but felt cold to his autron energy fueled body. Still he sat down in the water allowing the Doctor to relax against his chest. The Doctor needed to cool down and if him sitting in the cold water helped then he would sit in it all night if he had to.
"You're comfy," The Doctor sighed as Jack wrapped his arms around him.
"And your bony," Jack teased him back.
"Not anymore," The Doctor frowned poking at his stomach. Jack smacked his hand away from it.
"You are not getting fat. She needs room to grow and you can't expect your stomach to stay small while you are carrying a child. Once she is born your stomach will flatten out again but right now you need to stop worry about a little weight gain," Jack scolded him softly. The Doctor made a rude noise with his mouth at him. Jack chuckled. He didn't tell the Doctor that he would eventually have a full round stomach and waddle slightly as he walked because he was going to be right there with him. Instead he changed the subject. "Why do you hate pears?"
"Jack," The Doctor complained as he gagged again because of the word.
"Fine why do you hate that particular fruit," Jack questioned. The Doctor turned his body so that he could look Jack in the eyes.
"They aren't a fruit Jack. That is what they want you to believe so that you will let your guard down and eat one," The Doctor told him seriously and Jack couldn't figure out if he was joking or not.
"That doesn't explain why you hate them," Jack responded. The Doctor turned to face forward again, relaxing back into Jack.
"Because they taste horrible," He answered simply. Jack sighed it was a simple explination and probably the Doctor's only reason for not liking them. Jack had expected something along the lines that he had once accidentaly ate one thinking it was an apple or some other story that told him more than they taste bad. Still with the Doctor they had to taste pretty badly for him to be so against eating one. Why he was still trying to figure out his lover rather than just going with it he wasn't sure. Smiling, he kissed the Doctor on the back of the head.
The Doctor fell asleep in the tub and Jack carried him naked back to the bed. He dried the Doctor off some but didn't bother to dress him as he slept. He covered him with a thin sheet, then climbed up in the bed snuggling him close. They woke up the next morning as Martha knocked on the door. She wasn't happy when Jack answered her knocking still naked.
"I am going to take Tish home. Mum will be wondering what is wrong if we stay any later," Martha told him as she made sure to focus on his chest and not the fact that his member was slightly hard due to just waking up.
"Do you need anything before you go?" The Doctor wondered. He was stil curled beneath the sheet, staring at Martha sleepily.
"No, I am taking some of the sleeping medicine you gave her in case she needs it, but otherwise I can care for her. You just make sure you take care of yourself Mister. I expect you to finish your anti-biotics and I will be back in a few weeks to check on both of you," She informed him. The Doctor groaned.
"We will see you then. I will see about getting him to take the TARDIS up next time," Jack told her. He reached out to hug her but she stepped back.
"Put some clothes on next time," She tutted. Jack laughed and closed the door as she started down the hall. Turning to the Doctor he climbed up on the bed behind him.
"How are you feeling?" Jack wondered as he pulled the Doctor close to him.
"Sleepy," The Doctor replied. He closed his eyes, opening them again as Jack thrust his hips against his bottom. He pulled his leg forward to make it easier for Jack and soon sleep was forgotten as his body moved with Jacks.