The Luckiest
Title: The Luckiest
Author: onabearskinrug
Character/Pairing: TenII/Rose
Rating: G
Summary: He's the luckiest man in the universe.
Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who. Any recognizable characters belong to the BBC.
Author's Notes: Written for country_who. She requested, "Rose/Ten2 Babyfic, drowned in fluff, please." I hope I have met with your exacting specifications, dear! Thanks to timelord1 for her help 'cause she's awesome :-)
The Doctor stood on one side of a glass partition, already feeling anxious and on edge because, in his opinion, she was too far away. His fingers itched to hold her, his arms already ached from her absence, and he hadn’t yet known her for two hours.
She was his miracle.
He pressed his hand against the glass and bid a silent farewell to his sleeping angel. She had certainly been through an ordeal today. He would not begrudge her a nap, no matter how badly he craved her presence at the moment. Instead, he turned on his heel and headed back the way he came.
Rose was sitting up in bed when he returned to the recovery room. She looked exhausted, but radiant and was currently tied in his mind for most beautiful woman in the world. She grinned and gestured for him to come join her.
“How are you feeling?” the Doctor asked.
Rose hummed lightly as he stroked her hair. “Tired, but good. Once the drugs wear off, I promise I won’t say the same. But for now…good.“
“You were amazing,” he breathed.
Rose’s grin widened. “Was that before or after I cursed you into oblivion and banned you from our bed for the rest of time? Or was it when I refused to breathe? Or was it when I was threatening your life? Or when I almost broke your hand…”
He silenced her with a kiss. “All of it. Rose Tyler-Smith, I am in awe of you.”
“Tell me that again when I’ve washed my hair.”
The Doctor was about to come back at her with something terribly brilliant and witty, but a knock on the door interrupted him. A nurse wheeled in the tiny bassinette, sending a friendly smile their way.
“Hello Mrs. Smith…Dr. Smith,” she greeted, lifting the precious bundle and cradling her gently. “The pediatrician is finished, he says she’s doing brilliantly. Would you like to feed her?”
“Are you certain that’s okay?” the Doctor asked worriedly. “What about the epidural?”
“It’s perfectly safe,” the nurse answered, giving him a quizzical look. “Aren’t you a doctor?”
“He’s a scientist,” Rose explained. “And he’s over-protective. Please, I’d love to feed her.”
Rose eagerly reached over, and the nurse placed the bundle of wriggling pink blankets in her arms. The Doctor smiled softly as she shifted blankets around and there, finally, he could see her. Their daughter. Just the thought was enough to make him giddy. But now, looking down at his beautiful wife cradling their beautiful baby, his heart threatened to burst through his chest.
“She looks like you,” Rose mused. She adjusted the soft cotton of her nursing nightgown and giggled as the baby made soft whining noises before she latched on.
“Gallifreyan genes are strong,” he told her. “The next ones will probably favor me, too.”
Rose raised her eyebrows at him. “Just how many are you planning?”
“Ohhh, half a dozen maybe? We can have more if you want, I‘m not picky.”
“Yeah, keep dreaming,” Rose snorted. She looked up at him before scooting over on the narrow hospital bed and gesturing with her elbow to the empty space. “You waiting for a written invitation?”
The Doctor grinned, deftly navigating the metal bed rails to take his place next to Rose. He sat up beside her, putting his arm around her shoulders and she rested her cheek against him. The Doctor sighed in contentment. This, certainly, was life at its pinnacle. He could not imagine anything better. All of time and space? Paltry compared to what he had in his arms right now.
“We need to name her,” Rose murmured. “We can’t just keep calling her ‘The Baby.”
“Why not? I’m the Doctor.”
Rose shot him a look. “The Baby Tyler-Smith? We’re not putting that on her birth certificate.”
“Oh, fine,” he pouted. “Hmm…Prudence?”
“You’ve got to be kidding me. Delilah?”
“Ugh…too…manipulative. Penelope?”
“Maybe,” Rose answered. “I had a better idea. We don’t have to, but…”
“But…” the Doctor prompted.
Rose tore her gaze away from their gorgeous daughter, looking up and meeting the Doctor’s eyes. “Well, I know how much she meant to you. And she is the baby’s aunt…sort of. I mean, we don’t have to…”
“Rose…”
“Donna,” she answered.
The Doctor gaped down at his wife, one of the two most amazing creatures in all of creation. He wasn’t sure it was possible to ever love her more than he did at that very moment. He pressed a long, firm kiss to her forehead, clutching her closer to him. It was a few minutes before he could speak.
“Donna Rose Tyler-Smith,” he murmured into her hair. “I like that. Brilliant. Fantastic. Molto bene.”
Rose grinned. “Are you sure?”
“Positive. A gorgeous name for our gorgeous girl.”
“I love you.”
The Doctor’s breath hitched. Even after five years in this universe; after five years of hearing Rose say those words, they still had no less effect on him than the first time she blurted them out over breakfast at a Norwegian hotel.
“I love you, too.” He tucked a finger under her chin, tilting her face up and gently pressing his lips to hers.
“Mmmm,” she murmured once he broke the kiss. “Oh, by the way, I’m not having six more.”
“Five,” he countered, grinning.
“Two.”
“Four.”
“Three. Maybe. If you’re lucky.” Rose shifted Donna away from her breast, the little angel having fallen asleep after the apparently exhausting effort required for her meal. She handed her over gently to the Doctor while she adjusted her nightclothes.
He leaned over and pressed the lightest of kisses against their daughter’s thick brown hair, pulling Rose tight against his side once again. “Oh, I already am, Rose Tyler-Smith. I am the luckiest man in the universe.”
Author: onabearskinrug
Character/Pairing: TenII/Rose
Rating: G
Summary: He's the luckiest man in the universe.
Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who. Any recognizable characters belong to the BBC.
Author's Notes: Written for country_who. She requested, "Rose/Ten2 Babyfic, drowned in fluff, please." I hope I have met with your exacting specifications, dear! Thanks to timelord1 for her help 'cause she's awesome :-)
The Doctor stood on one side of a glass partition, already feeling anxious and on edge because, in his opinion, she was too far away. His fingers itched to hold her, his arms already ached from her absence, and he hadn’t yet known her for two hours.
She was his miracle.
He pressed his hand against the glass and bid a silent farewell to his sleeping angel. She had certainly been through an ordeal today. He would not begrudge her a nap, no matter how badly he craved her presence at the moment. Instead, he turned on his heel and headed back the way he came.
Rose was sitting up in bed when he returned to the recovery room. She looked exhausted, but radiant and was currently tied in his mind for most beautiful woman in the world. She grinned and gestured for him to come join her.
“How are you feeling?” the Doctor asked.
Rose hummed lightly as he stroked her hair. “Tired, but good. Once the drugs wear off, I promise I won’t say the same. But for now…good.“
“You were amazing,” he breathed.
Rose’s grin widened. “Was that before or after I cursed you into oblivion and banned you from our bed for the rest of time? Or was it when I refused to breathe? Or was it when I was threatening your life? Or when I almost broke your hand…”
He silenced her with a kiss. “All of it. Rose Tyler-Smith, I am in awe of you.”
“Tell me that again when I’ve washed my hair.”
The Doctor was about to come back at her with something terribly brilliant and witty, but a knock on the door interrupted him. A nurse wheeled in the tiny bassinette, sending a friendly smile their way.
“Hello Mrs. Smith…Dr. Smith,” she greeted, lifting the precious bundle and cradling her gently. “The pediatrician is finished, he says she’s doing brilliantly. Would you like to feed her?”
“Are you certain that’s okay?” the Doctor asked worriedly. “What about the epidural?”
“It’s perfectly safe,” the nurse answered, giving him a quizzical look. “Aren’t you a doctor?”
“He’s a scientist,” Rose explained. “And he’s over-protective. Please, I’d love to feed her.”
Rose eagerly reached over, and the nurse placed the bundle of wriggling pink blankets in her arms. The Doctor smiled softly as she shifted blankets around and there, finally, he could see her. Their daughter. Just the thought was enough to make him giddy. But now, looking down at his beautiful wife cradling their beautiful baby, his heart threatened to burst through his chest.
“She looks like you,” Rose mused. She adjusted the soft cotton of her nursing nightgown and giggled as the baby made soft whining noises before she latched on.
“Gallifreyan genes are strong,” he told her. “The next ones will probably favor me, too.”
Rose raised her eyebrows at him. “Just how many are you planning?”
“Ohhh, half a dozen maybe? We can have more if you want, I‘m not picky.”
“Yeah, keep dreaming,” Rose snorted. She looked up at him before scooting over on the narrow hospital bed and gesturing with her elbow to the empty space. “You waiting for a written invitation?”
The Doctor grinned, deftly navigating the metal bed rails to take his place next to Rose. He sat up beside her, putting his arm around her shoulders and she rested her cheek against him. The Doctor sighed in contentment. This, certainly, was life at its pinnacle. He could not imagine anything better. All of time and space? Paltry compared to what he had in his arms right now.
“We need to name her,” Rose murmured. “We can’t just keep calling her ‘The Baby.”
“Why not? I’m the Doctor.”
Rose shot him a look. “The Baby Tyler-Smith? We’re not putting that on her birth certificate.”
“Oh, fine,” he pouted. “Hmm…Prudence?”
“You’ve got to be kidding me. Delilah?”
“Ugh…too…manipulative. Penelope?”
“Maybe,” Rose answered. “I had a better idea. We don’t have to, but…”
“But…” the Doctor prompted.
Rose tore her gaze away from their gorgeous daughter, looking up and meeting the Doctor’s eyes. “Well, I know how much she meant to you. And she is the baby’s aunt…sort of. I mean, we don’t have to…”
“Rose…”
“Donna,” she answered.
The Doctor gaped down at his wife, one of the two most amazing creatures in all of creation. He wasn’t sure it was possible to ever love her more than he did at that very moment. He pressed a long, firm kiss to her forehead, clutching her closer to him. It was a few minutes before he could speak.
“Donna Rose Tyler-Smith,” he murmured into her hair. “I like that. Brilliant. Fantastic. Molto bene.”
Rose grinned. “Are you sure?”
“Positive. A gorgeous name for our gorgeous girl.”
“I love you.”
The Doctor’s breath hitched. Even after five years in this universe; after five years of hearing Rose say those words, they still had no less effect on him than the first time she blurted them out over breakfast at a Norwegian hotel.
“I love you, too.” He tucked a finger under her chin, tilting her face up and gently pressing his lips to hers.
“Mmmm,” she murmured once he broke the kiss. “Oh, by the way, I’m not having six more.”
“Five,” he countered, grinning.
“Two.”
“Four.”
“Three. Maybe. If you’re lucky.” Rose shifted Donna away from her breast, the little angel having fallen asleep after the apparently exhausting effort required for her meal. She handed her over gently to the Doctor while she adjusted her nightclothes.
He leaned over and pressed the lightest of kisses against their daughter’s thick brown hair, pulling Rose tight against his side once again. “Oh, I already am, Rose Tyler-Smith. I am the luckiest man in the universe.”