Author's Note: Thought I'd start with something short for my first story, so...please be kind.


"There's five of us now, mum, dad, Mickey…and the baby."

"You're not?"

Rose nodded, a sad look on her face.

"10 weeks. It must've happened just before…everything."

The Doctor reached out to touch Rose's still-flat stomach, before remembering he was just a hologram and drawing back, sadness washing over him.

"And…are you going to keep it?"

Rose nodded, looking hurt, "Of course I am, it's my child…our child."

"I wish…" The Doctor couldn't put into words, the longing he felt for that life with Rose, the life he knew he could never have, "I wish…things were different."