Hello Sweetie

Chapter 19

River's POV

I grab the Doctor's hand and pull him behind me. We step out of my lecture hall, and he shuts the door behind him. "I haven't told anyone about this, since you do have confidential rights. However, you will eventually have to tell the school head about it. You can't be teaching all the time with a baby like that." Professor Halkman begins.

"Can we finish talking about this somewhere other than the middle of the hallway, dear?" I ask impatiently. He nods. Good thing, too. If he didn't agree, I would be forced to drag him into another room.

We walk until we reach his own room. "As I was saying, you have to eventually tell the school this information."

I shut my eyes and lean against my husband. What are we going to do? I think to him. We could try lying.

"I'm not pregnant." I tell him with a straight face. I'm really quite good at lying. He looks me over suspiciously. "What happened?"

I shrug. What happened? I project to the Doctor. Just say the machine was wrong. He thinks back.

"Machine must've been wrong. I used a much better scanner, and it doesn't say anything about me being pregnant." I tell the Professor. He quirks an eyebrow. "The machine isn't wrong. It read very clearly that you're pregnant."

Ok. Last resort. "Professor Halkman, how do you feel about 300,000 credits? Is that a lot?" The Doctor asks him. The Professor gives him a suspicious look. "Yes, why?"

"So, how would you feel about, say, 500,000 credits?" He continues, gently squeezing my waist. "Well, sir, that's a lot."

The Doctor pulls out a card. "500,000 of them for you to quit this job, or maybe go on vacation for the next few months."

The man bit his lip. "If she has a baby like that, in her human body, it's not really safe to be walking around. I'm sure a lot of people would do a lot for that child."

"Which is exactly why I'm trying to protect to her. I'm giving you this, but there can be absolutely no mention at all of the child. To anyone. Is that understood?" The Doctor asks, getting into his protective mood. The Professor takes the card. "Yes, sir."

I go back to my lecture hall after that, and teach for the rest of the day. The last class finally walks out.

The Doctor comes up behind me and drops a kiss to my head. "Let's go in the TARDIS. See if she'll take us somewhere calm." He tells me, fingering the hem of my shirt with his arms wrapped around me.

I hear a door open, my lecture hall door, and the Doctor immediately whirls around to see who's bothering us. It's a student. A very surprised looking student. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to- Sorry." She says, a sheepish look on her face.

"It's alright. What is it you need?" I ask her, unwrapping the Doctor's arms from my waist. "Erm, I just wanted to hand this in. You told me I could finish it and bring it into today." She responds, walking toward me slowly and handing me the paper.

I look it over. "Oh, yes. The essay on Hifene 8. Thank you." She nods. "I did it 25 pages instead of 15. Is that alright?"

I pinch myself to try and not let the hormones get in the way. "Yes, it's fine. I'll have this graded for you as soon as I can."

She gives me a small smile. "Thanks. I really appreciate it." I nod, then turn around to continue snuggling with my husband. That's all I've been thinking about all day for some reason.

The girl walks out of the room after that, and I suddenly think about it. "Boy or girl?"

He tightens his grip around me. "As long as it's healthy." He says worriedly. And I know exactly what he's thinking about. So I kiss him. Usually he stops thinking as soon as my lips hit his.

He smiles into the kiss, and pulls me closer. I let my tongue dance with his, wrapping my arms around his neck. I finally pull away. "My flat. Now." He agrees, and we walk together. For one of the first times in history, he stays silent as we walk. And I can immediately tell he's worrying again. That's the only time he'll ever keep his mouth shut.

He shuts the door behind him as soon as we walk in, and I can't take it anymore. I grab him and kiss him again. I'll most likely forever blame it on the hormones, but I'm not sure what it actually is. We haven't been doing anything since we found out I was pregnant, because he was afraid he wouldn't be able to control himself. But at this point, I don't care.

I don't pull away, and he doesn't either. It's when I start to lead him into my room he stops. "We can't." He says, even though I can tell how dark his eyes are. I sit down on the bed and lay back. "I know. I just.... hormones."

"Or I'm just completely irresistible." He says smugly. "Ha. No. But I do need something other than just hugging." I tell him. He sits down on the foot of the bed. "I've got an idea."

He starts unbuttoning the front of my shirt. Once it's completely undone, he pulls it off and instructs me to flip over. "Here. How's this?" He begins massaging my back.

I groan when his hand hits a spot that's been aching all day. He rubs it gently, putting his thumbs right where they're needed and going in circles. I arch my back. "Do my shoulders." I say into the pillow. He does.

I get a massage for about 15 minutes when he stops. "Ok, TARDIS. Somewhere calm. Let's go."

I get to my feet and pull my shirt back on. "That's some pretty skilled hands you have there." He rolls his eyes at me. "Yes. Now come on!"

I follow him into the TARDIS. He runs up to the console and gets us going, but he still leaves the damn breaks on. The TARDIS shudders, and we move. "Ok, here we are!" he says cheerfully, and practically skips to the door.

Once he opens it, however, his expression changes. "Oh no. Not here."

[A/N So, what do you think??? Good, bad, need help? If you have suggestions, leave them. Comment and vote! Where do you think they've landed? Is there an adventure waiting to happen?? By the way, the next chapter is going to be Christmas themed.]