Disclaimer: Doctor Who isn't mine. If it was things would be quite different. The BBC owns all and I bow before them.

Happy 9/9. Here's to the Ninth Doctor. :)

This drabble takes place before my fic In the Still of the Night but can entirely stand alone.


Rose's voice was excited as she ran towards the market stall where he was haggling for a TARDIS part.

Before he could speak, she grabbed his hands, placing them on her belly while giving her signature grin. There, below his fingers, he felt it. First a flutter as Freddie turned, and then a tiny kick.

It didn't matter that he was amongst a throng of people. The world and everything else fell away as he felt his son move. He swept Rose up in a kiss of joy. This shouldn't have been possible, but these two were his redemption.