Future AU Rose/Henry fic for Xmas, for Laura_lsaac
Lifting her head up towards the dark morning sky, Rose closed her eyes as she felt the cold flakes of snow land upon her skin. The ground was white; a think powdered blanket covered everything in sight and Rose was sure she had never seen anything as beautiful in her life. It had been snowing for almost two weeks and this was the first time she had seen a white Christmas since the invasion back on her old Earth. But then that hadn’t been real snow, it had been ash, not snow. This was the first white Christmas she had seen in her life, and it was beautiful.
The sun crept slowly over the horizon, lighting the sky that was blanketed by snow filled clouds, so much more would fall by the end of the day.
Behind her the crunch of footsteps could be heard and Rose knew who it was without even turning around. Coat covered arms slipped around her waist and a kiss was pressed into her hair. A smile flittered over Rose’s lips and she leant back against the taller frame behind her.
“It’s beautiful isn’t it; funny to think there can be so much beauty in the world when there is so much destruction and war.”
“Even more so when the thing that is beautiful doesn’t realise it,” he smiled against her hair. That was Rose through and through, she never realised just how beautiful she was and that made her all the more breathless taking to him. “You should come inside before you catch your death.”
That just made her smile more, how he worried about her, he had probably been up most of the night worrying that something would happen to her; “A few more minutes, just till sun’s up fully.”
“Very well,” he pulled her closer, nuzzling into her neck, “So, how was work?”
A happy sigh escaped her lips as she nuzzled back against him, “Quiet. I spent more of the night going over trading orders, the Solites want more chocolate on the trade agreement,” she laughed softly. “It seems to be the best oral contraceptive they have found. They are offering some medical advances in return. We are just deciding which we need the most.”
“And which we can replicate.”
“Exactly,” turning her head she smiled up at him, how quickly he had picked things up. Who would have thought that once he was so out of his depth in this time that he couldn’t make a cup of tea without help. Nuzzling her cheek into the soft stubble on his cheek she smiled, “How was mom last night?”
“Running around trying to get David to go to sleep, the boy may no longer believe in Father Christmas, but he was very excited at the thought of presents.”
“Sounds like my baby brother.”
“Just like his sister hmm? Jackie told me some wonderful stories about you as a child.”
“She didn’t,” her eyes went wide with horror.
“She did. My favourite was the one when your grandfather would visit and you would sing for him, but you had a habit of holding onto the hem of your dress and pulling it up and down exposing your underwear, which was all well and good when you didn’t have other company over." He laughed when he saw the look on her face.
“It’s not funny,” she slapped his arm playfully, “Stop laughing.”
“If I ask you to sing it, will you flash for me too?”
“Stop it!” She hit his arm once more, her cheeks a deep red, “Don’t you dare go there.”
“Grandad I love you, Grandad I do…” he teased her, knowing full well it was the song she used to sing to him.
“Oh, you are so going to get it now,” swinging her leg behind him, she toppled him back and into the snow. Now it was Rose’s turn to laugh.
“Oh, you think that this is funny so you!” Reaching up he grabbed her hand and pulled her down onto the snow, rolling them so she was underneath, he pinned her down.
He smiled triumphantly, “Ha, got you, there is not escaping now.”
But there was and Rose knew how, lifting her head she pressed her lips softly to his, the warmth of his lips was a nice contrast to the cold morning. Hands loosened on her arms and moved up to her cheeks as the kiss deepened. Rose threaded her own fingers in his hair, moaning softly against his lips.
“Merry Christmas Rose.”
“Merry Christmas…”
“Momma, momma, momma.”
“John, will you get back inside this moment.”
But the boy wouldn’t listen, he ran through the snow in his pj’s and slippers towards his parents where they were lying in the snow. “Momma, Momma, he’s been. Santa, he’s been, got lots of stuffed under the tree.”
Looking down at Rose, Henry smiled, “Seems our boy is just like this mother too.”
Rolling her eyes, Rose pushed Henry off of her, throwing snow at him before she got to her feet and headed towards her son.
“Momma, there’s a big oned with my named on it.”
Scooping him up in her arms Rose smiled, “Is there now? That means you must have been a really good boy. Were you a good boy for Daddy and Grandma last night?”
“Uh huh,” he nodded, “We put carrots out for Rudolf and sherry and pie for Santa, Grandma bathed me, got dressed for bed, had some hot chocolate and Daddy read me a bed time story.”
“Did you brush your teeth?”
He nodded, “Did it without being told too, then I felled sleep while Daddy was reading and didn’t wakes up tills this morning and he’d been, Santa had been.”
As he told her of the night’s events, Rose picked up her bag and carried John back towards the house, Henry following close behind. She stomped the snow from her shoes and settled John down on the hallway floor. Smiling Rose looked down at him and ruffled his hair, “Will you go ask Grandma to put the kettle on for me baby?”
“Sure thing Momma,” and before Rose could say anything else, John was running towards the kitchen shouting for his Grandmother.
Watching him for a moment, Rose smiled to herself. Never in a million years had she thought she wanted to be a mother, and yet she couldn’t imagine her life without her son.
“He really was as good as he said he was, but he missed you.”
“I missed him too,” she confessed, “But I have the next few days off, end of the world with-standing, and we can all spend some time together.”
“Promise?” Tilting her head up to his he began to unzip her jacket, before wrapping his arms around her, under it.
“Promise.” Watching his eyes she smiled, “I missed you too, I hate not being able to curl up in bed with you.”
“The bed seemed so empty without you in it last night.”
“But we have tonight,” she wrapped her arms around him, moving closer, “And tomorrow night.” Rose placed soft kisses along Henry’s jaw.
“Sounds promising,” he moaned softly, tilting his head down to meet her lips with his own.
“Yes, it does.” Rose whispered her words against his lips, her arms tightening around him as they kissed her once more.
“Ewwww, Mom, they are kissing again. Make them stop, it’s gross.”
Rose laughed against Henry’s lips at the sound of her brothers voice, trust him to spoil the moment. “Gross is it, wait till you want to start kissing girls.”
“Ewwww, no, never, that…yuck.”
“I’ll remind you of that when you are older,” she turned her attention back to Henry, back to wrapping her arms around him and kissing him once more. But David wouldn’t stop;
“Gross, you two are just gross.”
In one swift movement, Rose pulled from her love’s arms and ran after her brother, “I’ll show you gross.”
“No! Mom! Help!”
David took off up the stairs, Rose following behind him. Soon she had him pinned to the landing and was covering his face in kisses, laughter and ‘ewww’ sounds filled the air.
Having showered and dressed, Rose walked down and into the kitchen, David and John sat at the breakfast bar together chattering excitedly about the presents in the living room under the tree, and Jackie flittered over them, trying to get them to eat their breakfasts. Something that just didn’t seem to be happening.
Leaning against the door Rose watched the two boys. It was strange to think that David was John’s uncle, there was only two or three years between them and they acted more like brothers.
Soft lips brushed Rose’s temple and Pete stepped into the room, “Mornin’ sweetheart, mornin’ boys, Jackie,” he took the older blond into his arms and kissed her softly, laughing at the reactions from John and David.
Rose laughed too, finally stepping into the room to make herself a coffee, “When are Mickey and Jake coming over?”
“About ten,” Jackie replied as she finished fixing breakfast for Pete and Rose, “I’ve set up the spare room so they can stay over and have a few drinks with us. We don’t often get the whole family together like this.”
Breakfast came and went, soon the six of them, were sitting in the living room waiting for Mickey and Jake. David and John were staring at the arrangement of presents, trying to work out who’s was who’s without getting too close. Of course each said the biggest one was their own and the smallest one belonged to the other. Jackie and Pete sat next to one another on the sofa, Henry sat in one of the empty chairs and Rose near the tree - her job to hand out the presents.
Soon Mickey and Jake arrived and the presents were given out. There was laughter, hugs and kisses and mountains of torn paper which Collette seemed to be happily running through, or hiding under to pounce on someone. Out of everything Rose was given, the gift she cherished the most was the macaroni, glitter and cotton wool snow picture made by John for her office at work. Another master piece for her wall.
After the present opening, the boys, along with Peter, Henry, Jake and Mickey, went out into the garden to play in the snow. Jackie and Rose stayed inside to prepare the Christmas dinner. Jackie had become quite a chef over the years and Rose was picking up a few things, although Henry was better.
Snowman built, dinner prepares and eaten, the day proceeded with fun and laughter. As the light faded the Christmas presents came out to be erected and played with, they played horsey - with Jake as the horse - while Rose and David ended up play fighting as usual. But as the day became night the boys began to yawn and fight the sleep that was plaguing them. Pete helped David to bed; Rose did the same to John. It was their turn as the two of them had worked the night before.
Helping her son into his pj’s and making sure he said goodnight to everyone, Rose tucked him up in his bed and sat down to read him his story. Peter Pan; John loved this story more than most of his others because it had his grandfather’s, his own and his uncle’s names in it. At least he said Michael with Mickey. But as the story progressed, John’s eyes became heavy and soon sleep took him.
Laying the book on the side, Rose stood and pressed a soft kiss into the forehead of her son, a soft smile playing on her lips, “I love you.” And she did, there was not one part of her life with John that she regretted and she knew she never would.
Watching John for a moment longer, Rose moved and closed the door behind her, her beautiful boy fast asleep now. So much like his father, so much it made her heart swell with pride. Her life had become something, something so much more than she had ever thought it could be.
Rose stayed upstairs a moment longer, changing into something a little more comfortable and making sure she had everything she needed before heading back down the stairs.
Minutes later she joined the others in the living room, her parents sat on the sofa, Jackie leaning against Pete, his arms wrapped lovingly around her. Jake and Mickey were on the floor, fussing over David’s new puppy and Henry sat on the other sofa on his own.
Smiling she moved to sit with him, “John went out like a light, I got about two pages into his book and he was dead to the world.”
“David was the same, must have been all the excitement from today,” Pete said softly before kissing Jackie’s temple, “It’s not often he gets to play with his big sister and his nephew at once.”
Rose nodded a little sadly. with Torchwood she could never tell from one moment to the next when she or any of them would be called into work on some emergency or another. “Oh, I picked up these from work for you,” reaching into her bag she handed some cards to Henry and some to Jake and Mickey, “ People left them today and I thought I would bring them back for you all.”
Settling back, Rose watched him open his cards, smiling and laughing at some of the comments in the cards he handed to her. Suddenly she felt a pang when he opened the last card, her eyes drifted away as not to watch him.
“Rose?” The confusion in his voice was obvious, “What’s this?” He turned the card around and inside it was the tell tale writing style that Rose used, and inside was just one word, “Yes. Yes what?” He looked at her all the more puzzled.
The soft smile on Rose’s lips widened and she leaned forward, cupping each of his cheeks with her hands, “Just yes.” Leaning in she placed a soft kiss upon his lips.
Still confused he took hold of her hands and broke the kiss, “But yes wha…” His fingers brushed over her hand and over something else, something that wasn’t usually there.
Pulling back he looked down at her hand to see the gold diamond ring he had bought just after John was born. It was an engagement ring, but he had never had the courage to propose to her. He stared at the ring for a moment before looking up at her a little teary eyed, “Rose you…?”
“Yes, of course I do.”
Laughing he pulled her into his arms, kissing her like they may never kiss again. Pulling back a little, Rose leaned her forehead to his, smiling brightly. “I found the ring four years ago, told myself I you didn’t ask me this year I would do something about it.”
“Rose I…I had it all planned out, but I was so frightened that…” He looked down, almost ashamed.
“I love you,” she whispered softly, “Nothing will ever take me away from the three of you, not even the Doctor.” Not now.
“Three?”
Another smile, so bright and full of life. Reaching into the envelope the card had come out of, Rose pulled out a small photograph, “It’s my twenty week scan. I was thinking Alan Henry Albert if it is a boy or Andrea Rose Marie if it’s a girl.”
Henry took the scan from her, his eyes welling up even more, “You’re not?”
“I am.”
“But how?”
“I think you know how,” she laughed softly.
“No, I…I mean.”
“Henry is…is everything alright?” Rose watched him, her eyes filling with worry, maybe another child wasn’t something he wanted. “Henry?” Her voice was a soft whisper and she watched as a tear fell down his cheek.
Slowly Henry looked up, his eyes meeting with hers, there were no words for how he was feeling that moment, but words were finding his lips, finally forming into sounds, of course, they didn’t make sense, “Looks like I will have to find another tattoo.”
Laughing, Rose kissed him once more, her arms tightening around him as he kissed her back. Slowly his hand drifted down to her stomach. “I love you,” he whispered softly, “Both of you.”
The sun crept slowly over the horizon, lighting the sky that was blanketed by snow filled clouds, so much more would fall by the end of the day.
Behind her the crunch of footsteps could be heard and Rose knew who it was without even turning around. Coat covered arms slipped around her waist and a kiss was pressed into her hair. A smile flittered over Rose’s lips and she leant back against the taller frame behind her.
“It’s beautiful isn’t it; funny to think there can be so much beauty in the world when there is so much destruction and war.”
“Even more so when the thing that is beautiful doesn’t realise it,” he smiled against her hair. That was Rose through and through, she never realised just how beautiful she was and that made her all the more breathless taking to him. “You should come inside before you catch your death.”
That just made her smile more, how he worried about her, he had probably been up most of the night worrying that something would happen to her; “A few more minutes, just till sun’s up fully.”
“Very well,” he pulled her closer, nuzzling into her neck, “So, how was work?”
A happy sigh escaped her lips as she nuzzled back against him, “Quiet. I spent more of the night going over trading orders, the Solites want more chocolate on the trade agreement,” she laughed softly. “It seems to be the best oral contraceptive they have found. They are offering some medical advances in return. We are just deciding which we need the most.”
“And which we can replicate.”
“Exactly,” turning her head she smiled up at him, how quickly he had picked things up. Who would have thought that once he was so out of his depth in this time that he couldn’t make a cup of tea without help. Nuzzling her cheek into the soft stubble on his cheek she smiled, “How was mom last night?”
“Running around trying to get David to go to sleep, the boy may no longer believe in Father Christmas, but he was very excited at the thought of presents.”
“Sounds like my baby brother.”
“Just like his sister hmm? Jackie told me some wonderful stories about you as a child.”
“She didn’t,” her eyes went wide with horror.
“She did. My favourite was the one when your grandfather would visit and you would sing for him, but you had a habit of holding onto the hem of your dress and pulling it up and down exposing your underwear, which was all well and good when you didn’t have other company over." He laughed when he saw the look on her face.
“It’s not funny,” she slapped his arm playfully, “Stop laughing.”
“If I ask you to sing it, will you flash for me too?”
“Stop it!” She hit his arm once more, her cheeks a deep red, “Don’t you dare go there.”
“Grandad I love you, Grandad I do…” he teased her, knowing full well it was the song she used to sing to him.
“Oh, you are so going to get it now,” swinging her leg behind him, she toppled him back and into the snow. Now it was Rose’s turn to laugh.
“Oh, you think that this is funny so you!” Reaching up he grabbed her hand and pulled her down onto the snow, rolling them so she was underneath, he pinned her down.
He smiled triumphantly, “Ha, got you, there is not escaping now.”
But there was and Rose knew how, lifting her head she pressed her lips softly to his, the warmth of his lips was a nice contrast to the cold morning. Hands loosened on her arms and moved up to her cheeks as the kiss deepened. Rose threaded her own fingers in his hair, moaning softly against his lips.
“Merry Christmas Rose.”
“Merry Christmas…”
“Momma, momma, momma.”
“John, will you get back inside this moment.”
But the boy wouldn’t listen, he ran through the snow in his pj’s and slippers towards his parents where they were lying in the snow. “Momma, Momma, he’s been. Santa, he’s been, got lots of stuffed under the tree.”
Looking down at Rose, Henry smiled, “Seems our boy is just like this mother too.”
Rolling her eyes, Rose pushed Henry off of her, throwing snow at him before she got to her feet and headed towards her son.
“Momma, there’s a big oned with my named on it.”
Scooping him up in her arms Rose smiled, “Is there now? That means you must have been a really good boy. Were you a good boy for Daddy and Grandma last night?”
“Uh huh,” he nodded, “We put carrots out for Rudolf and sherry and pie for Santa, Grandma bathed me, got dressed for bed, had some hot chocolate and Daddy read me a bed time story.”
“Did you brush your teeth?”
He nodded, “Did it without being told too, then I felled sleep while Daddy was reading and didn’t wakes up tills this morning and he’d been, Santa had been.”
As he told her of the night’s events, Rose picked up her bag and carried John back towards the house, Henry following close behind. She stomped the snow from her shoes and settled John down on the hallway floor. Smiling Rose looked down at him and ruffled his hair, “Will you go ask Grandma to put the kettle on for me baby?”
“Sure thing Momma,” and before Rose could say anything else, John was running towards the kitchen shouting for his Grandmother.
Watching him for a moment, Rose smiled to herself. Never in a million years had she thought she wanted to be a mother, and yet she couldn’t imagine her life without her son.
“He really was as good as he said he was, but he missed you.”
“I missed him too,” she confessed, “But I have the next few days off, end of the world with-standing, and we can all spend some time together.”
“Promise?” Tilting her head up to his he began to unzip her jacket, before wrapping his arms around her, under it.
“Promise.” Watching his eyes she smiled, “I missed you too, I hate not being able to curl up in bed with you.”
“The bed seemed so empty without you in it last night.”
“But we have tonight,” she wrapped her arms around him, moving closer, “And tomorrow night.” Rose placed soft kisses along Henry’s jaw.
“Sounds promising,” he moaned softly, tilting his head down to meet her lips with his own.
“Yes, it does.” Rose whispered her words against his lips, her arms tightening around him as they kissed her once more.
“Ewwww, Mom, they are kissing again. Make them stop, it’s gross.”
Rose laughed against Henry’s lips at the sound of her brothers voice, trust him to spoil the moment. “Gross is it, wait till you want to start kissing girls.”
“Ewwww, no, never, that…yuck.”
“I’ll remind you of that when you are older,” she turned her attention back to Henry, back to wrapping her arms around him and kissing him once more. But David wouldn’t stop;
“Gross, you two are just gross.”
In one swift movement, Rose pulled from her love’s arms and ran after her brother, “I’ll show you gross.”
“No! Mom! Help!”
David took off up the stairs, Rose following behind him. Soon she had him pinned to the landing and was covering his face in kisses, laughter and ‘ewww’ sounds filled the air.
Having showered and dressed, Rose walked down and into the kitchen, David and John sat at the breakfast bar together chattering excitedly about the presents in the living room under the tree, and Jackie flittered over them, trying to get them to eat their breakfasts. Something that just didn’t seem to be happening.
Leaning against the door Rose watched the two boys. It was strange to think that David was John’s uncle, there was only two or three years between them and they acted more like brothers.
Soft lips brushed Rose’s temple and Pete stepped into the room, “Mornin’ sweetheart, mornin’ boys, Jackie,” he took the older blond into his arms and kissed her softly, laughing at the reactions from John and David.
Rose laughed too, finally stepping into the room to make herself a coffee, “When are Mickey and Jake coming over?”
“About ten,” Jackie replied as she finished fixing breakfast for Pete and Rose, “I’ve set up the spare room so they can stay over and have a few drinks with us. We don’t often get the whole family together like this.”
Breakfast came and went, soon the six of them, were sitting in the living room waiting for Mickey and Jake. David and John were staring at the arrangement of presents, trying to work out who’s was who’s without getting too close. Of course each said the biggest one was their own and the smallest one belonged to the other. Jackie and Pete sat next to one another on the sofa, Henry sat in one of the empty chairs and Rose near the tree - her job to hand out the presents.
Soon Mickey and Jake arrived and the presents were given out. There was laughter, hugs and kisses and mountains of torn paper which Collette seemed to be happily running through, or hiding under to pounce on someone. Out of everything Rose was given, the gift she cherished the most was the macaroni, glitter and cotton wool snow picture made by John for her office at work. Another master piece for her wall.
After the present opening, the boys, along with Peter, Henry, Jake and Mickey, went out into the garden to play in the snow. Jackie and Rose stayed inside to prepare the Christmas dinner. Jackie had become quite a chef over the years and Rose was picking up a few things, although Henry was better.
Snowman built, dinner prepares and eaten, the day proceeded with fun and laughter. As the light faded the Christmas presents came out to be erected and played with, they played horsey - with Jake as the horse - while Rose and David ended up play fighting as usual. But as the day became night the boys began to yawn and fight the sleep that was plaguing them. Pete helped David to bed; Rose did the same to John. It was their turn as the two of them had worked the night before.
Helping her son into his pj’s and making sure he said goodnight to everyone, Rose tucked him up in his bed and sat down to read him his story. Peter Pan; John loved this story more than most of his others because it had his grandfather’s, his own and his uncle’s names in it. At least he said Michael with Mickey. But as the story progressed, John’s eyes became heavy and soon sleep took him.
Laying the book on the side, Rose stood and pressed a soft kiss into the forehead of her son, a soft smile playing on her lips, “I love you.” And she did, there was not one part of her life with John that she regretted and she knew she never would.
Watching John for a moment longer, Rose moved and closed the door behind her, her beautiful boy fast asleep now. So much like his father, so much it made her heart swell with pride. Her life had become something, something so much more than she had ever thought it could be.
Rose stayed upstairs a moment longer, changing into something a little more comfortable and making sure she had everything she needed before heading back down the stairs.
Minutes later she joined the others in the living room, her parents sat on the sofa, Jackie leaning against Pete, his arms wrapped lovingly around her. Jake and Mickey were on the floor, fussing over David’s new puppy and Henry sat on the other sofa on his own.
Smiling she moved to sit with him, “John went out like a light, I got about two pages into his book and he was dead to the world.”
“David was the same, must have been all the excitement from today,” Pete said softly before kissing Jackie’s temple, “It’s not often he gets to play with his big sister and his nephew at once.”
Rose nodded a little sadly. with Torchwood she could never tell from one moment to the next when she or any of them would be called into work on some emergency or another. “Oh, I picked up these from work for you,” reaching into her bag she handed some cards to Henry and some to Jake and Mickey, “ People left them today and I thought I would bring them back for you all.”
Settling back, Rose watched him open his cards, smiling and laughing at some of the comments in the cards he handed to her. Suddenly she felt a pang when he opened the last card, her eyes drifted away as not to watch him.
“Rose?” The confusion in his voice was obvious, “What’s this?” He turned the card around and inside it was the tell tale writing style that Rose used, and inside was just one word, “Yes. Yes what?” He looked at her all the more puzzled.
The soft smile on Rose’s lips widened and she leaned forward, cupping each of his cheeks with her hands, “Just yes.” Leaning in she placed a soft kiss upon his lips.
Still confused he took hold of her hands and broke the kiss, “But yes wha…” His fingers brushed over her hand and over something else, something that wasn’t usually there.
Pulling back he looked down at her hand to see the gold diamond ring he had bought just after John was born. It was an engagement ring, but he had never had the courage to propose to her. He stared at the ring for a moment before looking up at her a little teary eyed, “Rose you…?”
“Yes, of course I do.”
Laughing he pulled her into his arms, kissing her like they may never kiss again. Pulling back a little, Rose leaned her forehead to his, smiling brightly. “I found the ring four years ago, told myself I you didn’t ask me this year I would do something about it.”
“Rose I…I had it all planned out, but I was so frightened that…” He looked down, almost ashamed.
“I love you,” she whispered softly, “Nothing will ever take me away from the three of you, not even the Doctor.” Not now.
“Three?”
Another smile, so bright and full of life. Reaching into the envelope the card had come out of, Rose pulled out a small photograph, “It’s my twenty week scan. I was thinking Alan Henry Albert if it is a boy or Andrea Rose Marie if it’s a girl.”
Henry took the scan from her, his eyes welling up even more, “You’re not?”
“I am.”
“But how?”
“I think you know how,” she laughed softly.
“No, I…I mean.”
“Henry is…is everything alright?” Rose watched him, her eyes filling with worry, maybe another child wasn’t something he wanted. “Henry?” Her voice was a soft whisper and she watched as a tear fell down his cheek.
Slowly Henry looked up, his eyes meeting with hers, there were no words for how he was feeling that moment, but words were finding his lips, finally forming into sounds, of course, they didn’t make sense, “Looks like I will have to find another tattoo.”
Laughing, Rose kissed him once more, her arms tightening around him as he kissed her back. Slowly his hand drifted down to her stomach. “I love you,” he whispered softly, “Both of you.”