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Title: Love's Labour Lost
Author: christn7
Rating: F for Fluff G
Characters/Pairing: Ten/Rose, Jackie
Author's notes: Silly bit of fluff that's been on my hard drive, waiting to be finished, since my godson was born. I make no apologies. ;) (Cross posting will occur at some point, but my lunch break is nearly over...) Title is shamelessly stolen, even though it has naught to do with the play. ;)
Summary: “I think it’s-” Rose breaks off her sentence with a groan. She bends over, clutching her stomach. “Yeah, it’s definitely time.”
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Love's Labour Lost
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“What are you doing?” she asks, running her hand through his hair.
“It’s supposed to be relaxing,” the Doctor says, brushing his hands over her sides. “Read about it in one of the pamphlets in the waiting room - stimulates a different set of nerves and floods the brain with new impulses, distracts from the pain. Is it helping?”
“It tickles,” she says, grabbing his hands and moving them to the top of her rounded belly.
“Sorry,” he says, grinning and pressing a kiss against her stomach.
“S’okay,” she says, waddling over to the hospital bed, “getting a bit frustrated, is all - just wish he’d come out already.”
“That’s what you say now, but just imagine all those sleepless nights with a little ball of energy, eating and screaming and-”
“Not all that different from now, then,” she interrupts, laughing at the face he makes.
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“I think it’s-” Rose breaks off her sentence with a groan. She bends over, clutching her stomach. “Yeah, it’s definitely time.”
“That’s great,” the Doctor says, bouncing out of his seat. “Lie down,” he instructs. “No, wait, stay standing! I read that it’s easier if you’re standing. Unless you want to lie down, of course... do you want to? Maybe you should lie down.” She glares at him as he tries to guide her to the bed. “Now would probably be a bad time to talk about natural childbirth, wouldn’t it?”
“Doctor?”
“Yes?”
“Shut it.”
He opens his mouth before Rose groans again and he snaps it shut. “Right, consider it shut.”
“Doctor,” she hisses as a wave of pain grabs her.
“Yes?”
“No, go and get one.”
He grins. “Oh, right!”
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“Breathe, just like they showed us in class,” he says, breaking into a poor imitation of their Lamaze instructor.
“Kicked us out of class before we got to that part,” she hisses, grinding her teeth.
“Oh, right,” he says, scratching the back of his head. “Odd, that was. Could have sworn she was a Jhakra - I mean, did you see the size of her nose?” He pauses, wincing in sympathy as Rose groans. “Still, you’ve probably seen it in a movie and there had to have at least been two or three pregnancies in that bloody show you’ve been watching. C’mon - hee, hee, hoo, hoo!”
“You’re not helping,” she growls, clutching her stomach and closing her eyes.
“Right, sorry,” he says, sheepishly. “Here,” he offers, waving his hand in front of her face. “Squeeze.”
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Jackie’s on him before he’s even left the delivery ward. “Well? It’s a little girl, isn’t it? Oh, I’ve got a little granddaughter!”
“I don’t know,” the Doctor admits, slumping into a hard plastic chair as he imagines Jackie dressing his son in pink rompers.
“What do you mean, you don’t know?” she asks, narrowing her eyes. “Only one of two options... isn’t it?”
“The baby hasn’t been born yet.”
Jackie’s eyes turn dangerous and he slides lower in his seat. “You haven’t left my baby girl in there all alone, have you? Useless alien sod.”
“I didn’t leave her.” He puts on a good show of being indignant before Jackie raises her eyebrow and he has to admit that she threw him out.
Author: christn7
Rating: F for Fluff G
Characters/Pairing: Ten/Rose, Jackie
Author's notes: Silly bit of fluff that's been on my hard drive, waiting to be finished, since my godson was born. I make no apologies. ;) (Cross posting will occur at some point, but my lunch break is nearly over...) Title is shamelessly stolen, even though it has naught to do with the play. ;)
Summary: “I think it’s-” Rose breaks off her sentence with a groan. She bends over, clutching her stomach. “Yeah, it’s definitely time.”
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Love's Labour Lost
--
“What are you doing?” she asks, running her hand through his hair.
“It’s supposed to be relaxing,” the Doctor says, brushing his hands over her sides. “Read about it in one of the pamphlets in the waiting room - stimulates a different set of nerves and floods the brain with new impulses, distracts from the pain. Is it helping?”
“It tickles,” she says, grabbing his hands and moving them to the top of her rounded belly.
“Sorry,” he says, grinning and pressing a kiss against her stomach.
“S’okay,” she says, waddling over to the hospital bed, “getting a bit frustrated, is all - just wish he’d come out already.”
“That’s what you say now, but just imagine all those sleepless nights with a little ball of energy, eating and screaming and-”
“Not all that different from now, then,” she interrupts, laughing at the face he makes.
--
“I think it’s-” Rose breaks off her sentence with a groan. She bends over, clutching her stomach. “Yeah, it’s definitely time.”
“That’s great,” the Doctor says, bouncing out of his seat. “Lie down,” he instructs. “No, wait, stay standing! I read that it’s easier if you’re standing. Unless you want to lie down, of course... do you want to? Maybe you should lie down.” She glares at him as he tries to guide her to the bed. “Now would probably be a bad time to talk about natural childbirth, wouldn’t it?”
“Doctor?”
“Yes?”
“Shut it.”
He opens his mouth before Rose groans again and he snaps it shut. “Right, consider it shut.”
“Doctor,” she hisses as a wave of pain grabs her.
“Yes?”
“No, go and get one.”
He grins. “Oh, right!”
--
“Breathe, just like they showed us in class,” he says, breaking into a poor imitation of their Lamaze instructor.
“Kicked us out of class before we got to that part,” she hisses, grinding her teeth.
“Oh, right,” he says, scratching the back of his head. “Odd, that was. Could have sworn she was a Jhakra - I mean, did you see the size of her nose?” He pauses, wincing in sympathy as Rose groans. “Still, you’ve probably seen it in a movie and there had to have at least been two or three pregnancies in that bloody show you’ve been watching. C’mon - hee, hee, hoo, hoo!”
“You’re not helping,” she growls, clutching her stomach and closing her eyes.
“Right, sorry,” he says, sheepishly. “Here,” he offers, waving his hand in front of her face. “Squeeze.”
--
Jackie’s on him before he’s even left the delivery ward. “Well? It’s a little girl, isn’t it? Oh, I’ve got a little granddaughter!”
“I don’t know,” the Doctor admits, slumping into a hard plastic chair as he imagines Jackie dressing his son in pink rompers.
“What do you mean, you don’t know?” she asks, narrowing her eyes. “Only one of two options... isn’t it?”
“The baby hasn’t been born yet.”
Jackie’s eyes turn dangerous and he slides lower in his seat. “You haven’t left my baby girl in there all alone, have you? Useless alien sod.”
“I didn’t leave her.” He puts on a good show of being indignant before Jackie raises her eyebrow and he has to admit that she threw him out.