So it's not got a title yet because I'm lame like that, but my internet's being a bit weird so I'm putting it up anyway. Hope you like it, dear~!
Title: C is for....
Characters: Doctor/Donna and someone else too
Summary: prompt was "ice cream and cake"
Rating: R for ridiculously sugar-tastic
Notes: written for time_converges for her birthday! And look, Mummy, I shipped and everything! Hope you enjoy it, dearie! :)
"And....oh, hand me that spoon over there!”
“This one?” he asked, grabbing a rather large spoon that still had some cake batter residing in it. He flicked it in Donna's face and she shrieked, wiping off her nose and glaring at him.
“If I've told you once I've told you....” He rolled his eyes and Donna's eyes narrowed as she took a deep breath and rattled off the rest of her sentence before he could mock her. “Six million, three hundred forty-two thousand, seven hundred and fifty-one times, you don't play with your food!” He stuck the spoon in his mouth and pouted, trying for his best puppy dog look and, much to Donna's frustration, succeeding. “Oh, all right, come here and help me then.”
He grinned, stuck the offending spoon in the sink, and handed her a clean one. “Better?”
“Much, thanks,” she replied, and they set about finishing.
“Are you sure he'll like it?” he asked finally, and Donna nodded. “But what if he doesn't?”
“Well,” Donna said nervously, then winked as she added, “I guess there'll be more for the rest of us!” He bounced up and down slightly as Donna finished pouring the batter into the pan and watched as she slipped it into the oven. “Now go get cleaned up, or else when my granddad gets here you'll look like an awful mess.” She stared at him for a moment and laughed. “Maybe I should help you,” she added with a giggle.
“I'm a big boy, thanks very much,” he muttered, and walked out of the room, sucking bits of cake batter off his fingers.
“Typical little Spaceman,” Donna said as he left. “Always thinks he can do everything on his own. Just like his-” Suddenly was a ding from across the room and she saw him scurry back into the kitchen, making a dash for the oven. “Be careful,” she cautioned, her hands occupied in the sink. “Remember what I told you about-”
“Ow!”
Donna quickly grabbed a towel to dry her hands and dashed over to where he stood, the cake sitting on the edge of the oven door as her baking assistant stared angrily at the hot pan. “All right, it's okay,” Donna soothed, pulling him to her as he held up his burned fingers. “I'll get you some bandages okay? Just give me a minute and I'll make it all better.”
“What's this then?” a voice from the door said accusingly, and Donna whirled around to see the Doctor standing in the door. He took one look at who Donna was kneeling beside and frowned. “What happened? Everything all right?”
Donna smiled, still holding her son against her as he sobbed into her shoulder. “Just a little accident, that's all. Somebody got too excited about your birthday cake and burned himself.”
The little boy sniffled and finally looked up at the Doctor. “I killed your cake, Daddy,” he said quietly, and Donna laughed, smoothing back his brown hair. “No you didn't, honey, it's fine.”
“I know how to fix this,” the Doctor said happily, and stepped over to the corner of the TARDIS kitchen. He gestured for the little boy to come over and he obeyed, still fiddling with his burned hand. “Now where is it?” the Doctor said as he dug through the freezer, only half of him sticking out of the foot deep box. Suddenly he emerged, part of his own dark spiky hair covered in ice and his ears pink from the cold inside. “Aha!”
“What are you doing, Spaceman?” Donna asked hesitantly, pulling their little boy away as the Doctor showed her a large frozen box. “Doctor, what are you going to do to him?”
“Simple,” the Doctor said. “There's only one way to make a burn feel better.” He bent down in front of the little boy and the little boy's blue eyes widened to match the Doctor's brown ones.
“Ice cream!” they shouted in unison. Donna rolled her eyes and once the little boy had some 'medicinal sweets' she walked up to the Doctor and shook her head.
“You know, he is completely your child, Spaceman. No patience and a penchant for eating anything that can give him cavities.” They both looked down as the little boy dropped a bit of the ice cream onto the floor, glancing around before nonchalantly shoving it back onto his spoon and eating it. “Are you sure you didn't get him out of a progenation machine thing too?”
The Doctor grinned back and pointed down at her stomach, trying not to laugh. “Oh all right, fair enough. But if this one's like him I flipping quit, deal? I can hardly handle the two of you as it is.” The Doctor pouted a bit but nodded and she smiled. “Good. I'm going to go change, so you watch the Cookie Monster over there until I get back. Oh, and if Gramps gets here don't make him wait outside for twenty minutes like last time, okay?”
“It wasn't my fault,” the Doctor protested. “I couldn't even hear Wilf, I swear. There were these awful sounds outside, some sort of screaming. I didn't think it was safe to open the door.”
“That was my mother, you dumbo,” Donna muttered, grabbing the cake and placing it on the counter before the headed for the door. “Oh, and no touching that before I get back, Doctor. I don't care if it is your birthday, you're waiting for Granddad and Martha to get here, okay?”
The Doctor nodded and as Donna left he glanced down at his son. The boy's spoon clattered to the floor as he jumped into his father's arms, grinning wickedly.
“She never said I couldn't touch it, Daddy,” he whispered, and the Doctor laughed.