Jack waited until Martha left the room before turning to look at the Doctor. The Doctor was holding onto him tightly, head resting on his chest as he frowned. Jack knew the Doctor wasn't feeling well, but that was no reason to treat Martha like he did.

"You couldn't listen to me could you Doctor. I asked you not to push Martha away so you squirmed and fought her the entire time she was trying to examine you," Jack chastised the Doctor harshly. He didn't try to downplay his anger as he watched the Doctor lower his eyes further and felt his grip tighten.

"Jack," He whined not liking Jack's yelling at him.

"No," Jack snapped. "Regardless of whether or not you realize it, I am only a week behind you in my pregnancy. That means that we will be delivering about the same time. I am not going to be in labor or heavily pregnant trying to deliver your daughter because you made Martha leave us. Now I know what happened to you aboard the valiant that resulted in this pregnancy because the same thing happened to me. I want you to knock off this foolishness and let Martha examine you like an adult."

"Don't treat me like a child Jack," The Doctor hissed becoming angry. Secretly Jack was glad as he was in a foul mood and felt like arguing.

"Then give me one good reason why Martha isn't allowed to treat you?" Jack seethed back at him. "Tell me why you fought her when she tried to help you?"

"Because it wasn't just the Master who touched me," The Doctor blurted out. He quickly sucked his lips in as Jack stared at him. Jack opened and closed his mouth trying to find the words to say as the anger he felt towards the Doctor was once more directed at the Master.

"He let others touch you?" Jack asked. The Doctor nodded. He didn't want to talk about it but now that he had opened that door, he had no choice. Jack wasn't just going to let it go without an explanation.

"He didn't let them," The Doctor trailed off.

"But they did touch you," Jack continued letting the Doctor know that he understood.

"Yes. After he put you in the boiler room, I spent weeks with the nurses being examined to make sure I could get pregnant in this body. When I was in the conference room, the guards and others aboard the Valiant were allowed to touch me as long as they didn't take it any further or make me climax. He said that he wanted to make sure that I was always in the mood for him when he was ready for me," The Doctor told Jack's chest as he refused to look at Jack. Jack didn't say anything right away as it explained a lot. It explained why the Doctor was afraid to go out and explore and why he refused to get close to anyone besides Jack. Unlike with the Doctor, the Master had let the guards use his body to their content. The main difference was that Jack was a very sexual man while up until recently he would have sworn that the Doctor didn't like sex.

"I am sorry for everything that happened to you aboard that horrible vessel, if I could I would go back in time and stop it," Jack told him softly. The Doctor opened his mouth and Jack continued before the Doctor could interrupt him. "I know I can't, but I would ruin the events just to make you feel better. Since I can't, I need you to try harder with Martha. We really do need her Doc."

"I know," The Doctor sighed.

"So when she comes back, I think you should apologize and at least make an effort to listen to her," Jack suggested. The Doctor rolled his eyes at Jack. He moved his head so that he could kiss Jack softly on the lips. Jack kissed him back keeping the kisses gentle as he stroked the Doctor's back. Both of them were too sore to consider taking it past kissing. Finally, the Doctor broke the kiss wrapping himself around Jack again.

"We need a bigger bed," The Doctor commented as he tried and failed to get comfortable. He wanted to stretch out on his back, but with Jack in the bed, there wasn't enough room to do anything except cuddle. Giving up, he hesitantly got off the bed. Going to the next one over, he released the breaks pushing it so that it was up against Jack's bed. He climbed up on it, stretching out with a happy sigh.

"Better?" Jack wondered.

"Much," The Doctor agreed. He closed his eyes while Jack picked up his laptop to begin working. As he did he felt a faint flutter in his stomach which he dismissed. He rubbed his hip absentmindedly as he pulled up a report. He thought the Doctor had fallen asleep so he jumped when the Doctor spoke. "Do you think Martha will bring me a cuppa?"

"Maybe if you apologize," Jack told him. The Doctor made a face. As he did, he sent a telepathic message to the TARDIS to let Martha know she was needed. Martha appeared in the doorway a few minutes later. She had been in the library studying the Doctor's books for any useful information about male pregnancy. She had very little to go on and was hoping he may have a book or two that he had forgotten about or at the very least decided not to tell her about. Knowing the Doctor the latter was more of a possibility.

"You needed me?" Martha questioned as she entered the medi-bay. She was happy to find that the Doctor was now in his own bed and relaxing his hips rather than curled up against Jack.

"I'm sorry I fought you earlier and I will try to listen to you and not fight you in the future," The Doctor apologized. Martha glanced at Jack and he nodded mouthing *I talked to him.*

"I accept your apology. I just hope you truly mean it and aren't just apologizing to try to get me to make you tea," Martha told him. He looked at her guiltily. Martha laughed. "I will make you a cuppa. First though, I want to examine you properly without you fighting me."

"Fine," The Doctor agreed. He kept his word and didn't fight her as she ran through his vitals and then checked his hips, even though he was clearly grumpy with her. To make up for it, after she did an ultrasound to check on his daughter and allow him to see her. He smiled as he reached out to the screen brushing his fingertips across it. He whispered to her in Gallifreyan as Martha held the image for him. Once he removed his hand, Marta put the wand away and wiped the gel off of his stomach.

"I will make your cuppa now," she told him. She helped him cover up with the thin medical blanket and made a mental note to get hm a thicker blanket like Jacks. The Doctor settled down crossing his arms.

"Thank you for trying," Jack told him. The Doctor looked at him out of the corner of his eyes, and childish or not, made a rude noise with his mouth.