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Title: Four Months In
Spoilers: None
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: They ain't mine.
Genre: Teh cute fluffy
Pairing: Ten/Rose, Baby, Jack, Jackie
Author's Note: So four AM rolls around, and I think, Let's write more cavity inducing fluff! So here you are. Thank you for all the feed back on 2 Months In!!
Summary: I know your game, tiny person, you can’t fool me.
Under the cut:
Dear Sally,
Tomorrow, you will be four months old, and last night, you slept a whole six hours! Six hours! You little apey human, you! That you get from your mum. Speaking of your mum, you grabbed a very personal part of her body today to communicate to us that you were, in fact, hungry.
I know I’m going to regret saying this, but I can’t wait until your verbal language skills develop. Because by Rassilon, grabbing you mummy’s bits is my job.
I think that was inappropriate. I apologize.
Backtracking to the verbal thing, you’ve been rather vocal even if you don’t actually use words yet. You like to scream, and I think you only do it because you know that it sends me running to see if you’ve lopped your hand off with a power tool I’ve left lying around because I haven’t yet learned that if I don’t put my things away, you’ll get to them. But, admit it, you scream because you’re trying to make one of my hearts stop working.
I know your game, tiny person, you can’t fool me.
Also in the language department you’ve been singing a little. I don’t really think it’s singing, but it’s kind of like singing. Unfortunately, one of the few languages the TARDIS can’t translate is baby speak. Then again, she’s never really had a need to before.
Speaking of the TARDIS, we’re back to traveling. Mummy and I took you to Barcelona and you kissed a dog without a nose right where its nose should have been. It was very cute, and your mum took a picture, which she intends to send to Granny Jackie. Personally, I’m looking forward to that reaction. She might explode. I hope I’m there to see it. With popcorn. And tea.
I know, I know, I should try to get along with Granny Jackie, but it’s easier said than done. You’ll understand when you’re older.
You are growing very quickly. You’ve got hair and your eyes have turned brown instead of that baby-blue they were when you were born. Your mum says you’ve got my eyes.
Early this morning when you woke up from your 6 hours of sleep(!) you started crying, and I couldn’t figure out why. You didn’t seem hungry, your nappy was dryer than the deserts of Nikplictorachnira, and The Teddy of Rassilon (blame Uncle Jack for that name, tosser that he is) was right next to you. So I hoisted you up and carted you off to the console, and sat you down on my lap while I worked on some spare parts and you were fine. Started poking at what I was working on and making your little baby noises.
I don’t know very much about infants. Living with one has been a whole different kind of adventure for me. It seemed as though you’d woken up and were lonely. Is that what happened? I know it’s not a very nice feeling, but everyone feels lonely sometimes.
Some more than others.
But you’ve got me, and your mum, and we can help out with that. You just do that screaming thing. It’s guaranteed to bring us round.
You Dad,
The Doctor
Spoilers: None
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: They ain't mine.
Genre: Teh cute fluffy
Pairing: Ten/Rose, Baby, Jack, Jackie
Author's Note: So four AM rolls around, and I think, Let's write more cavity inducing fluff! So here you are. Thank you for all the feed back on 2 Months In!!
Summary: I know your game, tiny person, you can’t fool me.
Under the cut:
Dear Sally,
Tomorrow, you will be four months old, and last night, you slept a whole six hours! Six hours! You little apey human, you! That you get from your mum. Speaking of your mum, you grabbed a very personal part of her body today to communicate to us that you were, in fact, hungry.
I know I’m going to regret saying this, but I can’t wait until your verbal language skills develop. Because by Rassilon, grabbing you mummy’s bits is my job.
I think that was inappropriate. I apologize.
Backtracking to the verbal thing, you’ve been rather vocal even if you don’t actually use words yet. You like to scream, and I think you only do it because you know that it sends me running to see if you’ve lopped your hand off with a power tool I’ve left lying around because I haven’t yet learned that if I don’t put my things away, you’ll get to them. But, admit it, you scream because you’re trying to make one of my hearts stop working.
I know your game, tiny person, you can’t fool me.
Also in the language department you’ve been singing a little. I don’t really think it’s singing, but it’s kind of like singing. Unfortunately, one of the few languages the TARDIS can’t translate is baby speak. Then again, she’s never really had a need to before.
Speaking of the TARDIS, we’re back to traveling. Mummy and I took you to Barcelona and you kissed a dog without a nose right where its nose should have been. It was very cute, and your mum took a picture, which she intends to send to Granny Jackie. Personally, I’m looking forward to that reaction. She might explode. I hope I’m there to see it. With popcorn. And tea.
I know, I know, I should try to get along with Granny Jackie, but it’s easier said than done. You’ll understand when you’re older.
You are growing very quickly. You’ve got hair and your eyes have turned brown instead of that baby-blue they were when you were born. Your mum says you’ve got my eyes.
Early this morning when you woke up from your 6 hours of sleep(!) you started crying, and I couldn’t figure out why. You didn’t seem hungry, your nappy was dryer than the deserts of Nikplictorachnira, and The Teddy of Rassilon (blame Uncle Jack for that name, tosser that he is) was right next to you. So I hoisted you up and carted you off to the console, and sat you down on my lap while I worked on some spare parts and you were fine. Started poking at what I was working on and making your little baby noises.
I don’t know very much about infants. Living with one has been a whole different kind of adventure for me. It seemed as though you’d woken up and were lonely. Is that what happened? I know it’s not a very nice feeling, but everyone feels lonely sometimes.
Some more than others.
But you’ve got me, and your mum, and we can help out with that. You just do that screaming thing. It’s guaranteed to bring us round.
You Dad,
The Doctor