Author's note:

I hope you have enjoyed reading the first chapter. If you've read my story before, you'll know that the basic elements of the story have remained the same. I'm not planning on changing the story itself, just the way I wrote it. I hope you'll enjoy my revised version of the second chapter. If you do, please leave a review!

2.

Rose looked at the tiny little plus sign in horror. She had not planned this. She had not wanted this. She was not ready for this.

She stupid little stick must have gotten it wrong. There was no way that she could be… She couldn't even think the dreaded word. She picked up the blue-and-white pregnancy test and threw it in the bin, planning on taking another test later, which would surely tell her that she was not actually pregnant.

She left the bathroom and walked back to the bedroom to get dressed. The Doctor was still sleeping, so she didn't turn the lights on. She felt frustrated and nervous. What if the stick was right? She shook her head. It couldn't be.

She made a cup of tea for herself in the kitchen. It soothed her, and it also meant that she would have to pee in an hour or so. Then she would be able to take another test. She leaned against the counter and ate a slice of toast. The clock on the other side of the kitchen ticked loudly. It was only 6:15, and it was a Saturday. She wouldn't have woken up this early if she hadn't been nauseous in the first place. Irritation burned in the pit of her stomach. This was ridiculous. The only reason she was feeling nauseous was because she was nervous, and now she was nervous because she was nauseous. It was all a vicious circle, and she was sure there was a logical explanation. Just not the one the stupid stick had told her this morning.

Rose threw the crust of her toast in the bin as she left the kitchen and walked back to the bathroom. She didn't really need to pee, but she was tired of waiting around. She took the pregnancy test and used it. The box said to wait two minutes before looking, so she placed it on the sink and brushed her teeth.

Her mind wandered back to the night it happened. It had only been the second week after the real Doctor had left the both of them in the alternate universe. Things were a bit awkward. She liked him, but she was confused and scared and didn't know what to do. She couldn't shake the feeling that he wasn't real, that he was not the same man. One night, he suggested that the two of them go to a pub together. Why not, she had thought, might be fun.

After that, things were a bit fuzzy. Rose didn't remember much, but she supposed it had been fun, because they had ended up in bed together. They had had far too much to drink and she didn't even remember how they got home. There were only flashes. She had been worried when she woke up, but the empty condom wrapper on the bedside table had reassured her enough not to think about it any more.

They hadn't talked about that night the following days. They did start sleeping in the same bed however, though they were taking things slowly. That was why it came as a total surprise when her period did not come. Or the month after that.

First she thought it might be because she had travelled between universes that month. Maybe that could cause you to miss your period. Maybe that did something to your body that caused some sort of hormonal imbalance. She didn't know, and she didn't want to ask. It wasn't abnormal to miss one period, was it? When she missed the second one, she grew worried. That was when she decided to buy a pregnancy test. Or three.

Two minutes had passed. Rose spit out the toothpaste and rinsed her mouth. She took a deep breath and looked at the little stick on the rim of the sink. A little plus sign stared back at her. Nervous tingling bubbled up through her body. It was strange how such an insignificant little symbol could completely change your life. She felt sick with worry and dread. She would have to tell him. The Doctor. She would have to tell him. And her mother, and Pete… What would they think? She felt so stupid. She wanted to cry.

She gagged. Okay, so it wasn't just worry and dread. She was actually feeling sick. She turned around, fell to her knees in front of the toilet and saw her breakfast for the second time that morning. She tried to spit the saliva out of her mouth, to get rid of that awful taste. She flushed the toilet, grabbed the cup from the sink and rinsed her mouth thoroughly.

How could this have happened? They had used protection, hadn't they? At least, she thought they had. She'd seen the condom wrapper, but she couldn't remember actually using one. Anything might've happened. Anything could've gone wrong.

There was a soft knock on the door. 'Rose? Are you okay? Did you… Did you just vomit?' He cleared his throat. 'I heard some weird noises.'

She sighed. She had to tell him, the sooner the better. If this… pregnancy had happened on the night she thought it had, it meant that she was almost three months pregnant. She had to tell him.

Rose stared at herself in the mirror. She hadn't been crying. Good. She didn't want to look like she had had some sort of emotional breakdown. She could handle this. She could be strong. She had to. She was a mother now.

She unlocked the door and looked at him, the pregnancy still in her hand. She took his hand and placed the stick inside it. 'I'm pregnant,' she said quietly. 'I'm sorry.'

'You're pregnant?' he said, looking at her in disbelief. 'But… That's great! Right? Kids are great! Why'd you say you were sorry?'

'Think about it! Kids are expensive! We don't have that kind of money. We live in a tiny flat. We've only really been together for what? One month? Two?'

'Yeah, but when the baby is born we'll have been together for almost a year!'

'I'm only 22!' Rose cried, annoyed by his enthusiasm. 'And I'm the only one with a job! How are we going to pay for diapers, and clothes, and food, and… and…'

'Oh, Rose, it's gonna be all right,' he said and he wrapped his arms around her. Rose pressed her face to his chest. Her angry tears made two round spots on the shirt he had been using as pyjamas. He stroked her hair. 'We'll make this work,' he whispered, and planted a kiss on the top of her head.