Characters: Tenth Doctor, Rose Tyler
Rose and the Doctor decide to have a baby together. After she becomes pregnant with his first womb born child, the Doctor realizes that he wants to raise a baby with more than just his best friend.
A/N: For allegoricalrose‘s baby!fic prompt.
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Again, he winked and clicked his tongue. “You best be off to bed, hmm? I think I’ll find something we can both do after you’ve rested.”
Just when he was beginning to really break down her barriers with all of his tenderness, he had to pull his same old Doctor tricks on her. Rose felt like she awoke from a dream as she slid off the bed. It had been a long day, she sighed. She did need some rest. She could sleep for a week.
And she would, if her bedroom hadn’t disappeared.
know, you’ve never seen fit to interfere in my love life before,”
the Doctor insinuated.
was suspended on a swing in the bowels of the engine beneath the
console room. His only connection to the rest of the TARDIS was a
portable monitor propped up in his lap. He watched his girls resting
in one of the parlors a few corridors down. Well, one of them was
resting. The other was probably tenderizing her mum’s organs with her
growing baby feet. When Rose first told him of this nighttime habit,
she cited that although it was exhausting, she felt more at ease when
the baby was moving around. If she was moving, then she must have
been healthy, certainly alive in the very least. It wasn’t entirely
unsound logic. It put Rose at ease, which was most important. She’d
placed her full trust in the Doctor to monitor their child’s health,
which was the perfect job for a man that didn’t sleep much.
course, this job didn’t entail the Doctor spying on Rose sleeping.
But she was in a public area of the TARDIS. Resisting the temptation
to watch them while he worked became an insurmountable task. He shut
off the telly she’d been watching from the console room so that he
could hear her breathing, her occasional sweet sighs, little snorts,
and hums. He shifted the lighting just enough to allow him to see her
shirt riding up her swollen belly. At times he forgot he was peering
at her through a screen smaller than his face. The complex weave of
wires, tubing and switches making up the TARDIS’s engine unraveled
around him as he admired her.