A/N: This story came to me really suddenly and would not leave me alone. So here we are. No worries, I am still working on In My Life as well as getting ready to start Just As It Should Be (The Old Team's sequel).

Many thanks go to Ash for her encouragement of the story, despite the heartache it may give her. This story is loosely based on the book/movie The Vow. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who or anythign related. That goes to the BBC.

~Prologue~

"The gob on that brother of yours never ceases to amaze me."

Rose giggled as her husband slumped on the bed. They were staying at her parent's mansion for the holidays and while he may grumble and complain about domestics, Rose knew he loved every minute of it. "Huh. Wonder where he gets that from," she teased.

"Not me," the Doctor denied. "I'm not related to him by blood."

"Maybe not, but you're his hero. He wants to be just like you."

He quirked an eyebrow. "He shouldn't."

Rose scooted up behind him and began massaging his shoulders. "I beg to differ, husband."

"Whatever you say, wife."

"He's asleep now, yeah?"

"Yep. Four bedtime stories later, he's asleep."

"It was sweet of you to offer to put him to bed."

The Doctor shrugged. He may whinge a bit about the lad, but truthfully, Tony Tyler was his favourite person in this universe, besides Rose. "Your parents looked exhausted. Thought they might like a break."

"Mmmm." She kissed the top of his head. "I have one last present for you, you know."

He turned around and pulled her on his lap. "Really? You already gave me a brilliant one this morning!"

"The one when we were alone or the one you unwrapped in front of the family?" she asked with a cheeky grin.

"Both." He winked.

"Well, I have one more for you. One I wanted to give in private." Rose scooted off the bed and pulled a small gift bag out of her bedside table drawer.

"Oh."

"Oi. What's that face for?"

"I thought what was under that dressing gown was my present."

Rose blushed and muttered, "Insatiable," under her breath. "You get to unwrap that later. First, open this."

He pulled her back onto his lap and obediently began to open his present. After all the tissue paper had been removed from the bag, he pulled, what appeared to be, a small beige compact out. "Huh. Uh... Thank you?" he said, unsure of what it was or why Rose was giving it to him.

She sighed and shook her head. "Open it up, Doctor."

Inside the compact, he found empty foil packaging that looked as if it may have held small pills in it, but now there were holes popped through it. He looked up with guilt and confusion written all over his face. "I'm trying to be appreciative of this gift, Rose, really I am. But what exactly is this?"

"That's what my birth control comes in," she informed.

"Okaaay. And you want me to go to the pharmacy to refill your prescription?" he questioned in true husbandly fashion.

"No, you nutter." She kissed his cheek. "I don't want a refill. That's my gift."

Realisation lit up his face. "Really?... You want?..."

She nodded her head. "'Bout time, I reckon."

"You think we're ready?" he asked with a gulp.

"Not a bit!" she answered through a laugh. "But when have we ever been ready for anything life's thrown at us?" She brushed her lips across his. "I want to have a baby with you."

"Oh, Rose." He pulled her in for a lip bruising kiss. "Nothing would make me happier."

"Merry Christmas, Doctor."

"Merry Christmas, Rose."

The next morning, the Doctor groaned as he turned over in bed and realised that he was now alone... and naked. Naked and alone. He cracked open an eye and saw his wife, fully dressed and brushing her hair. "Why do you have clothes on?" he grumbled through a yawn.

"I promised Tony last night that if it snowed while we were sleeping, I would go out and play in it with him." Rose nodded to the window. "It snowed, and you know I'm a woman of my word. Besides, if I don't go find him, he'll only come searching for me."

Her husband frowned and made sure the duvet was covering his important bits. "Don't want that," he conceded.

"Nope." She moved forward and kissed his forehead. "Take a shower then meet me downstairs. You'll come out and play with us, yeah?"

He smiled. "Course I will." Just as she made it to their door he called out her name to stop her.

"Yeah?"

"I love you."

Her grin lit up the room. "I love you too, Doctor."

"Morning, mum," Rose greeted as she entered the kitchen.

"Morning, sweetheart," her mother responded half heartedly.

"What's wrong?"

"Oh, nothing. I didn't realise how much milk we used up last night and now we're out. I'm gonna have to make a run to Tesco's."

Rose took in her mother's appearance and noticed that the older woman was still in her dressing gown. Knowing how her dad liked to lounge on his days off, her guess was he was in the same state as well. "I'll do it for you, mum. I'm already dressed."

"You sure, sweetheart?"

"It's no problem. I'll should only take me about ten minutes. Just let Tony know that we'll play in the snow as soon as I'm back." Rose pulled her car keys off the hook they kept on the wall. "The Doctor should be down soon, but I'll probably be back by then."

Jackie kissed her daughter's cheek. "Thanks, love."

Thirty minutes later, the Doctor finally made his way downstairs and found the two male Tylers sitting at the dining room table. "Where's Rose? I thought she was going to play in the snow with you?"

Tony looked up at his brother-in-law. "She is, but she had to go to Tesco to get milk."

"Don't know what is taking her so long," Jackie proclaimed as she waltzed out of the kitchen. "Suppose we'll have to have our tea with just sugar."

Pete looked up from his newspaper. "It's probably packed."

"It's Boxing Day. Who'd be shopping for groceries today?"

"Probably people like us who realised after all the hot chocolate they drank last night, they were out of milk."

Suddenly the phone began ringing causing Jackie to scowl. "Oh, lord. Who's calling us now? It better not be Torchwood. The aliens can wait till tomorrow."

Her husband chuckled. "Don't worry, it's probably just Jake. He said he would ring before stopping by."

As Pete went to the kitchen to answer the call, Tony turned to the Doctor and asked, "When Rose comes back, do you want to have a snowball fight? Boys against girls?"

"Now, Tony, would that be fair to your sister? There would be two boys and one girl," Jackie reminded.

"But, mummy, have you seen Rose fight? She scary!"

The Doctor laughed. "He's right. I think it only be fair if it was us two against her." He turned to the young lad next to him. "Did your sister ever tell you about the time she challenged Jack and I to-"

Jackie's voice cut him off. "Pete? What is it? What's wrong? Is Jake-"

He stopped her. "It wasn't Jake. It was the hospital."

The Doctor felt his one heart drop as he took in his wife's father's appearance. Since arriving in this universe over three years ago, he had never seen Pete Tyler look so weak. No matter the crisis, he always remained calm, cool, and collected. Yet now his eyes were ringed in red, and by the way he was gripping the door frame, it looked as if he would collapse at any moment.

Pete took in a shaky breath as he met the Doctor's gaze. "There's been an accident... It's Rose."

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