"I can't believe this,' Rose shouted, loud enough that it echoed through the TARDIS. Her husband heard the protest as he tinkered under the console.

"Lot of bloody good this new outfit it," Rose was still yelling as she waddled into the control room. She'd been waddling for a month now, and running was definitely out of the question, except when she had to pee. Which was a lot more than The Doctor thought humans were capable of. It had been twelve months. TWELVE. The Doctor let Rose know right after he ran his initial tests, that for a Gallifrean baby to be born to a human mother, without health issues, it would require thirteen months of gestation.

~*~

"WHAT!"

"No need to shout Rose."

"Thirteen! THIRTEEN!"

"Yes Rose," The Doctor was not going to let his hormonally distraught wife see him cower just because she got upset. He was going to remain calm.

"YOU BLOODY WANKER! You did this to me!"

"Rose. I understand your upset, but it's our baby. You want him to be healthy, don't you?"

However upset she was and however long she was going to remain that way, it wouldn't change the fact that she was happy about this baby with The Doctor. Realizing how crazy she had sounded, she began to cry.

"It's alright. Everything will be fine."

In between sobs, The Doctor could make out: happy, baby, ours, and the question boy.

"Yes Rose. We're having a boy."

~*~

Having had twelve months of outrageous hormone swings, The Doctor had spent what sane moments he had with Rose getting the nursery ready and taking her to visit Jackie. During the "hormonal shocks" as he was referring to them, he hid. He didn't call it hiding. But whenever Rose started to sound upset, he'd remember something that needed fixing on the TARDIS. Never in all his time with his ship had he ever spent so many days working on her.

He couldn't hide now. Rose rarely waddled into the control room because the deck grates made her feet hurt. When she did dare enter, it was something important, or at least something she thought was important, which varied in accordance with her hormone levels.

"What's wrong love," The Doctor asked his heavily pregnant wife as he slid out from the console.

"What's wrong is I just put on this new maternity outfit my mum bought me and now it's ruined!"

The Doctor climbed out from the console and turned to look at what food stains Rose had gotten on her shirt to find that wasn't the problem.

"Rose."

She just stared at him.

"Rose!"

She smiled. "I think we better go get Mum." Rose said, suppressing a giggle.

The Doctor climbed up, grabbed his wife in a hug and swung her around the room, well, once; he couldn't lift her for that long.

"Your waters!"

"I know," she replied. "I'm going to change out of this wet outfit, and call my mum to let her know we're coming."

"We're on our way," The Doctor exclaimed. Never had he been so excited to go to Jackie's.

Rose got changed and reappeared in the console room in a hospital gown, as The Doctor opened the door to the pounding fists of Jackie Tyler.

"Rose," Jackie squawked.

"Hi Mum," she replied sheepishly.

Rose hugged her mother with what she had left of her arms after reaching past her stomach. She was thirteen months pregnant, but looked just the normal ten. The Doctor had been right, because of the advanced mind Gallifreans' had, several months were focused solely on its development.

"Where's this medical bay you two been telling me about," Jackie enquires.

Early on both Rose and The Doctor agreed that a birth on Earth would not work due to his ancestry. While it took some time explaining to Jackie, the TARDIS medical facilities would be more than adequate. So while Rose read "What to Expect When you're Expecting" The Doctor read "Advanced Medical Equipment of the 48th Century" and "Gallifrean Biology." Between the two of them, they read almost the whole library in twelve months.

"This way," The Doctor said as he walked towards the room in question.

When he got there he was definitely surprised. Rose, however, was not. Jackie was for once, speechless.

The Doctor looked at Rose, he was flabbergasted. "What? How? I," were the only words that The Doctor could come up with.

Rose had been learning what she could about Gallifrey, and in her readings she found a book that described Gallifrey. The burnt orange skies and the trees with silver leaves. The room was a state-of-the-art labor and delivery room, but the large windows, which took up two walls showed the Gallifrean landscape.

"It's beautiful," Jackie was finally able to speak, only just in time to be cut off by tears. She saw her daughter and son-in-law in a loving embrace. The Doctor was as close to tears as Jackie's ever seen.

"Thank you," he whispered into Rose's ear.

As she pulled back, she said, "I wanted our bab, OWW!"

The Doctor looked horrified. But then realized that the contraction were starting.

"Rose, do you want me to get you anything," he husband enquired.

"Some drugs," Jackie replied, with a nervous giggle, but completely serious.

"Mum, I want to do this without drugs."

"You're kidding" Jackie wailed.

"Rose wants to do this naturally, and if that's what she wants, then that's what I want."

Three hours later, he wasn't quite as sure.

"Rose, honey, are you sure you want to keep this up," The Doctor asked.

"It's too late now," Rose screeched as she began to bear down.

Rose pushed one more time, as the shoulders passed, and The Doctor gently slid the baby from its mother. Once The Doctor's hands were on the child, there was an instant psychic link. The Doctor passed the baby to Rose as he took care of the rest of things.

Rose lit up when her son was in her arms. The whole time Jackie was flying around the room taking pictures, and crying. She definitely cried that day, a lot.

The Doctor was getting rid of wet bedding and dirty gloves when he thought that Rose must be missing out on a psychic link with her child. At that moment, he was scared. Two voices chimed in his head, "We aren't missing out!"

He spun immediately to look at them, and both had eyes on him. "Rose," The Doctor exclaimed.

"What's wrong" Jackie ran over.

"Nothing Mum. We're fine."

"She's got psychic abilities," The Doctor said, like it was a normal post-natal condition.

"She what," Jackie screeched.

"When the baby's brain was growing inside me, my mind was growing too," Rose said like these were normal things humans said. "As the baby developed, so did my mind, and our link grew too. My mind isn't strong enough to read just anyone's mind. But once The Doctor touched the baby today, we all became linked."

The Doctor nodded, with a huge grin on his face.

~*~

Jackie stayed for the first night. She wanted to help take care of the baby. But she quickly realized that she wasn't really able to help.

"How did you get here so fast," Jackie asked as she walked into the room to find The Doctor rocking the baby.

"Psychic, remember? He called his mum and me before he began to cry."

"Oh," was all Jackie was able to come up with.

The next morning Jackie left giving kisses to all three of them.

"Bye Grand-mum," Rose shouted after her mother, waving the baby's hand with her own.

"Bye," echoed The Doctor.

The closed the door and settled into the Vortex. They went into the library, where they found a lovely family-sized sofa to sit on.

"Something very important has to happen today," The Doctor told Rose.

"What," she replied. His serious tone almost scared her. Her worries were now echoed by the baby who began to make fussy noises, almost on the verge of crying.

The Doctor picked up his son, and sent soothing thoughts to him. He kissed Rose to achieve the same effect.

"He needs a name," The Doctor declared.

Rose smiled. The Doctor was now concerned. What had those two been plotting for thirteen months?

Rose whispered into The Doctor's ear. The Doctor kissed Rose and kissed his son's head.

"Junior it is," he declared.