Author's Notes:

Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who.

Winsome - adjective:
1. Cheerful; merry; gay; light-hearted.
2. Causing joy or pleasure; agreeable; pleasant.


Winsome

Rose paced back and forth in her living room. He was late. She had sent a message for him three hours ago telling him to come straight home. She knew he was going to be a little late, but not this much. He had a bloody time machine! She should have just told him it was an emergency!

She heard the front door close and she heard a familiar: "Hey."

Rose stopped pacing and glared at him, "You're late!"

The Doctor laughed, "Sorry love. Jack wouldn't leave."

She sighed, "For once I actually believe you."

The Doctor smiled and walked over to his wife, pulling her into his embrace, "Now what was it you needed?"

Rose sighed and buried her nose in his chest; "You wont get mad, will you?"

He chuckled; "It depends on what you did."

Rose growled and slapped him on the chest; "I didn't do anything, I just went to the doctors."

"What's wrong?" Rose mumbled something into his chest and he chuckled, "I didn't hear you." She mumbled it again and he sighed. "Rose, love, what did you say?"

"I'm pregnant god damnit!" Rose yelled and threw her hands up in the air.

The Doctor stood there and gaped. She was pregnant, with his child. The third-to-the-last Time Lord. He was going to have a kid.

"Doctor?" He didn't respond. "Theta?"

He suddenly grinned and picked her up, swinging her around, "We're having a baby!"

Rose laughed, "Yes, yes we are."