Becoming a wife (A Dr. Who fanfiction)

Chapter 15

Months passed in as linear a fashion as was possible within a time-ship. With the secrets being out in the open, exchanging letters with her mother and friend was now a lot easier and Rose wrote down all her stories with the merry knowledge they would be received, read and understood.

Informing her mother the child would not be born in May, but most likely in June, gave some consternation, due to the fact that Mrs. Tyler kept the whole neighbourhood upraised of the ongoing pregnancy. Rose gave word they would try to arrive in May, therefore travelling a month backwards in time, which in turn, gave Mrs. Tyler a headache.

Against the Doctor's wishes, yet unable to oppose his wife at a time like this, they took a stroll in a park on a nice warm planet. The population was human and their numbers were few, since it was a colony merely a few thousand years in the future. The park was rich in greens and flowers and it was there that the labour commenced.

"I do nòt want to have it here."

"But Rose..."

"No!"

A groan that sounded slightly more panicked than the previous one, escaped Rose's throat.

"You cannot move!"

"Than bring her here to me! Doctor please." Rose sobbed as another stinging ache crashed through her body.

"But it's a public place, people will..."

"You always park in a public place, nobody notices. She has a perception filter has she not?"

The long sentence came out in bits and pieces, broken by gasps and moans and painful silences of restrained breathing.

"Are you sure?"

He didn't need to ask, Rose's face was askew and she was unable to reply at the moment, however her determination was overly recognisable in her eyes.

The Doctor frowned and send out a slightly desperate call for help. He had never called her before and in the back of his mind there was a nagging doubt whether she was able to comply at all. Yet there was no possibility of him leaving his wife at that moment and he was sure the TARDIS was sensing Rose's need as clear as he did.

When no more than a few seconds later, a wheezing sound was heard, the Doctor was relieved beyond measure. The blue police public call box appeared where a moment ago a young blonde woman was lying in the grass. The few people in the park, that were watching, would now always have a memory of utter confusion. A strong wind, a strange noise and two people who suddenly disappeared... perhaps the memory was no more than an imagination.

Inside the TARDIS the Doctor hurried to fetch towels, water, rubber gloves, scissors, everything that lay displayed and waiting next to the hospital bed in the infirmary. It had all been ready for weeks, he had seen to that. Hardly a day went by within that last month, where the Doctor did not bring his wife in for a check-up and in the end Rose had almost refused to enter the infirmary at all.

She wanted to go outside, see things, go to places. Shop and enjoy herself, yet the Doctor was too afraid of anything bad happening and he kicked himself now for ever allowing Rose to step outside this day for a walk in a park.

His common sense told him she was absolutely right to want to continue doing everything they did every other normal day and he knew woman had given birth for thousands of years, it was a completely normal occurrence and he needn't fuss. However this was hìs wife, giving birth to hìs child, so there was nothing normal about it and he was entirely within his rights to refuse her even leaving the bedroom.

Rose had scowled at him and did her own thing and he tagged along, carrying bags, offering arms and driving her insane with worrying. Still now, save inside the TARDIS, finally entering the last stage of anticipation, he was worried sick that anything could go wrong.