Doctor Who: Pleasantly Perplexed
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milieva_ficsTitle: Pleasantly Perplexed
Characters: Ten, Rose, OC
Pairing: Ten/Rose
Rating: All
Beta: None, though I likely need one.
Warnings: Baby!fic so fluffy it must be wrong.
Disclaimer: Not mine. I am just borrowing the characters from Auntie Beeb.
Summary: For all his great, big, brilliant, Time Lord brain, he was completely mystified when it came to this tiny creature.
He sat there chewing on his thumbnail, just sort of staring at her, not exactly sure what to do. For all his great, big, brilliant, Time Lord brain, he was completely mystified when it came to this tiny creature.
“Hello,” he said quietly.
She just stared up at him from her nest of blankets, her bright brown eyes sparkling in the dim nursery light.
It was unlike him to be at a loss for words but he wasn’t sure what to say to this little person he had waited for, for so long.
Leaning forward toward the cradle, he thought about picking her up, but stopped short. She looked so comfortable, all snug and warm. As much as he wanted to hold her, it felt rude to just pick her up out of her bed.
Like her mother, she really should be sleeping now. He even told her as much as he peered at her.
She cooed at him.
His heart melted at the sound. This time he didn’t fight the urge. He scooped her up, half dozen pink blankets and all, and cradled her close to his chest, whispering soft nonsense at her, as he gently rocked her back and forth.
Slowly her little eyes shut as she drifted off to sleep.
Yet again he was at a loss of what he should do. Part of him could sit here and hold her all night, but another part of him wanted to look in on her mother.
Thus he finally settled on a compromise.
Ever so carefully, he carried his little child into Rose’s bedroom, where he found her sleeping soundly, just as he’d left her, not twenty minutes ago. Silently making his way around the bed, he lifted the duvet and crawled under, laying the sleeping baby between himself and Rose, as he settled in for the night this time.
“She’ll never learn to sleep in her own bed,” Rose murmured sleepily.
“That’s okay,” he replied, as he stroked the tiny cheek, still in awe that he could have helped create something so utterly wonderful.
Characters: Ten, Rose, OC
Pairing: Ten/Rose
Rating: All
Beta: None, though I likely need one.
Warnings: Baby!fic so fluffy it must be wrong.
Disclaimer: Not mine. I am just borrowing the characters from Auntie Beeb.
Summary: For all his great, big, brilliant, Time Lord brain, he was completely mystified when it came to this tiny creature.
He sat there chewing on his thumbnail, just sort of staring at her, not exactly sure what to do. For all his great, big, brilliant, Time Lord brain, he was completely mystified when it came to this tiny creature.
“Hello,” he said quietly.
She just stared up at him from her nest of blankets, her bright brown eyes sparkling in the dim nursery light.
It was unlike him to be at a loss for words but he wasn’t sure what to say to this little person he had waited for, for so long.
Leaning forward toward the cradle, he thought about picking her up, but stopped short. She looked so comfortable, all snug and warm. As much as he wanted to hold her, it felt rude to just pick her up out of her bed.
Like her mother, she really should be sleeping now. He even told her as much as he peered at her.
She cooed at him.
His heart melted at the sound. This time he didn’t fight the urge. He scooped her up, half dozen pink blankets and all, and cradled her close to his chest, whispering soft nonsense at her, as he gently rocked her back and forth.
Slowly her little eyes shut as she drifted off to sleep.
Yet again he was at a loss of what he should do. Part of him could sit here and hold her all night, but another part of him wanted to look in on her mother.
Thus he finally settled on a compromise.
Ever so carefully, he carried his little child into Rose’s bedroom, where he found her sleeping soundly, just as he’d left her, not twenty minutes ago. Silently making his way around the bed, he lifted the duvet and crawled under, laying the sleeping baby between himself and Rose, as he settled in for the night this time.
“She’ll never learn to sleep in her own bed,” Rose murmured sleepily.
“That’s okay,” he replied, as he stroked the tiny cheek, still in awe that he could have helped create something so utterly wonderful.
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