"Iwantedtobeyourfirsteverythingnothimiguessyoucouldsayiwasjealousbutletsforgetiwas," he says in a rush, you blink.
"I didn't catch a word of that," you say, leaning your back against your door.
The Doctor takes a breath, like he's psyching himself up, "I wanted our first everything to be with me but our first kiss was wasn't with me, the first time we had sex wasn't with me, and now our first kid might not be with me either."
Your mouth fell open, you could just tell Martha was having an 'I told you so' moment I her room.
The Doctor shuffled nervously under your gaze, "I'm sorry, I didn't think. I just remember you telling John that you loved me and I do really love you b-" you press your lips to his, cutting him off. The Doctor yelped in shock but soon kissed back, you could feel his smile against your lips.
You pull away, a smile on your face, "I love you too"
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-1 year later-
You sit on the hospital bed, Donna in the chair next to you and the Doctor by the window. He looked nervous, his brown hair sticking out in more places than usual, the blue suit he wore was ruffled.
Beeping sounded in the room, along with your occasional groaning and begging for the baby to get the hell out already.
You couldn't help but think back to the day you had found out you were pregnant, the smile on the Doctors face brought a similar smile to your face now. He couldn't believe you were having a baby, he was even more surprised when he found it was twins and he was close to fainting when he found out they had two hearts each.
In the end you had ended up pregnant with the Doctors kids not Johns but you couldn't help but feel like maybe that was for the best, it would have been hard to explain to two kids that their dad was a 1900's history teacher that was also the Doctor.
"Doc, sit down." you say softly as you pat the spot next to you on the thin blanket of the hospital bed. He looks over at you from his spot by the window, a small smile on his face. You didn't know what he was smiling at, you looked like hell, it was probably possible to get sucked into the dark circles under your tired eyes.
He walks over, hands in pockets. The Doctor sits on the bed, taking your hand in his.
"How you feeling?" he asks, worry gracing his features.
"Peachy, just wish they'd hurry up" you grumble as you roll your head back, another wave of contractions hit you, they were getting closer together.
The Doctor nods, his eyes making their way over to a smiling Donna, "So, you guys thought of any names yet?" asks the red head.
You nod your head as the contractions die down, the Doctor runs his thumb over your knuckles, occasionally placing a kiss to the back of your hand.
"I like Grace," you say with a small smile on your face, the Doctor nods, it seemed to be the only thing he could do at this point.
"John for a boy," the Doctor says. You look away from Donna to meet the Doctors eyes.
"You sure?" you ask quietly, he just smiles and presses his lips to your fore head.
It was silent for a while, the hum of voices coming from the corridor being the only sound in the room. Little light entered the room except from the glow of machines and creeping beams from behind the curtains.
The door to your room opens and Dr Hart enters, followed by 2 nurses wearing matching pink uniforms to co-ordinate with the Doctors tie. They all smile, although you were sure the nurses were mainly looking at the Doctor
"You've been here for a few hours, how close are your contractions?" asks the Doctor, clipboard in hand. The nurses fiddle in drawers in the back of the room, fishing out various blankets and towels. You swallow nervously, although you wanted the babies out you didn't really want to push them out.
"About two minutes, maybe three." you say quietly, the Doctor gives your hand an encouraging squeeze but his eyes never leave the man infront of him. Harts eyes widen a little.
"Can I get a pair of gloves please." he demands gently, one of the nurses comes rushing over with the gloves and the other takes a chair. Hart looks at you apologetically as he put his gloves on, you get the message and wince slightly. He takes a look at you know where and his eyes lift back up to yours.
"You ready to be a mum?" he asks with a smile, you pale and shake your head a little. Donna chuckles in the corner. You look up at the smiling Doctor, he looked happier than a child at christmas.
"I'll take that as a yes," Hart says with a laugh, he removes the gloves and motions for the nurses to follow him.
Donna stands from her seat in the corner and follows the nurses out, "Scream if you need me,"
You scowl at the back of her head, your grip on the Doctors hand tightens.
"I'm not ready to be a mum," you whisper, the fear in your face contrasting the Doctors joy. His arms wrap around your shoulders, pulling you as close as he possibly can without hurting you.
"You're more ready than you think," he says as he presses a kiss to your lips, you rest your fore head against his.
"You're more prepared, you've been a dad." you bury your head into the Doctors shoulder, you hear him sigh and pull away to look at you.
"I'm never prepared, anyway, that was many centuries ago." he says softly, you just nod.
The door creeks open once again and Hart enters, "Ready?" he asks. You nervously nod your head.
-2 hours later-
"I SWEAR TO GALLIFREY IF YOU TELL ME TO BREATHE ONE MORE TIME IM GOING TO KILL YOU!" you scream at a fumbling Doctor, he yelps as you squeeze his hand again, his fingers turning different shades of red and purple.
You had been pushing for over two hours, the first baby had been born in under a hour but the second one was refusing to get out.
"One more push," Hart says reassuringly although you were sure he had said that an hour ago, you whimper but do as he says.
Your groaning is cut short by the shrill cry of a baby, you snap your head up and smile as you see the Doctor cutting the umbilical cord. Tears fall down his face as he's handed his first baby, a girl, called Grace.
"So mum, you got a name for the boy." Hart as from beside the nurse cleaning your new born.
You smile as the nurse brings over your son, "John," you say quietly, the last half hour of shouting showing.
Hart nods, grabs a pen and writes down god knows what.
John is placed in your arms, a cheeky looking smile on his face, you couldn't help but notice the full head of spikey, brown hair possessed by the twins. The Doctor comes over to you, a gentle smile on his face as he looks at Grace.
"They have your hair," you say with a small giggle, the Doctor looks up at you, a grin on his face.
"Lucky them, although John might struggle with all the hair gel." he says softly as he rocks Grace, a cheeky looking grin on her face to match her brothers.
"They smile like you too," you smile down at your son as he shuffles around, gently you place a kiss to his head.
The door to the room opens, revealing a smiling Donna, "They have his hair." she says with a laugh as she comes to sit back in her original spot. You laugh again and the Doctor just shakes his head.
Internally you thanked John, although they weren't his children, they wouldn't be here unless he sacrificed himself for the Doctor. You wouldn't be with the man you loved if he hadn't opened that watch and changed back, in the end choosing the Doctor was the best thing you had ever done. Even if deep down you still loved the history teacher from 1913.
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This is the last part of this small series.
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