I screamed his name as loudly as my voice would allow. Two syllables, echoing down the boundless corridors of the TARDIS.
“Doctorrrr.”
He came tumbling into our master bedroom within seconds. “What?” He gasped, rushing his hands across my face, my arms - as if checking I was all still there. “What’s wrong?”
The corner of my mouth turned up in a sly smile. “Nothing’s wrong.”
“Then what-”
Before he could finish, I took his hand in mine and placed it over my belly button. He stared at me blankly. His mouth slightly agape, his eyes foggy. “Doctor, I’m pregnant.”
No emotion crossed his face. Nothing. I wanted him to show me something. Anything. I needed to know what he was feeling.
Suddenly his warm hand slid from my slightly swollen stomach, and he marched out of the room. I waited a moment before I could hear the heavy thumps and bangs of him making his way around the console. This was often his way of dealing with these things; he’d preoccupy himself with the maintenance of the TARDIS.
I sighed and collapsed onto our bed. Well this is off to a great start.
