Living This Life Day After Day (2/3)
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amberfocusTitle: Living This Life Day After Day (2/3)
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Characters/Pairings: Ten/Rose
Genre: Romance, Baby!fic
Rating: PG-13 at the moment
Beta: amyo67
Summary: After losing the TARDIS, the Doctor and Rose must make a life for themselves on the slow path. AU from the middle of The Satan Pit.
A/N: I volunteered to pinch hit a Support Stacie fic. The person wanted fluff, baby!fic, smut, and Ten/Rose living the one adventure they could never have.
“What do you think,” the Doctor asked Rose one day out of the blue, “about children?”
Rose, who’d spent the morning taking her diving instructor exams and had the sort of afternoon that included two rambunctious toddlers and one very obnoxious preteen running around her shop and pulling merchandise down off the racks and onto the floor, said flatly, “I think that they shouldn’t be allowed out in polite society.”
“Ah,” said the Doctor and for once left it at that. Rose hadn’t been in any state of mind to think about such things or what they might mean and though the thought had strayed across her mind from time to time since they’d married, she’d pushed it aside as the impossibility that it had always seemed to be.
She waited a very tense two weeks to find out whether or not she’d passed her exams and when she was finally awarded her license to teach she was hired into one of the open positions in the scuba diving classes. With the new position came a sizable raise. The Doctor had taken her out to one of the finest restaurants on the ship to celebrate. It had been a beautiful evening, filled with all of her favorite foods, and the promise that they’d go dancing afterwards.
They were just about to get the check and go when a loud warning siren wailed through their section and the emergency safety bulkhead slammed down into place, effectively trapping everyone inside the restaurant until it could be raised again. “What’s going on?” Rose asked on her feet instantly. The Doctor ran to the emergency comm system and dialed out, Rose close on his heels.
“Hello, Albert,” he said when the face of one of the men who worked under him in the engine room appeared on the screen. “What’s happened? We’re trapped in Romano’s.”
“Great,” muttered Albert. “That means you won’t be able to help fix it.” He ran his hand over his face. “A small asteroid managed to penetrate the shields. It burned through twelve decks, including engine delta. It’s also put two large holes in the hull so until maintenance can patch them any people in the damaged areas are stuck. At least in Romano’s you won’t be stuck on emergency rations.”
The Doctor nodded. “Silver lining,” he said. “Well, if you need me to talk you through anything you know where to find me.”
Albert gave a short bark of laughter. “Wish it had been my night off. Anyway, I’ll keep you informed of the progress as I can. I best get back to work.” He looked over his shoulder. “No. No! Frank, not the stabilizers!” A shower of sparks showered Albert. “I gotta go,” he said and the comm went dead.
The Doctor turned back to the crowd that had gathered behind them. “Just a small asteroid strike,” he said reassuringly. “We’ll be stuck in here until they can fix the damage. That’s usually about twenty-four hours.”
“There are sleeping bags and pillows in the far supply cupboard,” one of the waitresses said. “There’re more than enough for everyone in here. All food during the safety quarantine is on the house. If you’d all just finish your meals we can set up sleeping quarters for the evening. ”
“Come on, Doctor,” Rose said heading back to their table. “We may as well add dessert now that we won’t make it for dancing.”
“Did you say doctor?” asked a young, nervous looking man. For all intents and purposes he looked human except for the aquamarine color of his skin shaded with spots of darker mottling. Rose nodded. “It’s my wife. We were just getting ready to go up the hospital facility when the bulkheads came down. Her water broke a few hours ago and the hospital sent us away to do some walking around to try to hasten the contractions. I think the adrenaline rush has moved her ahead faster than they thought. She says she wants to push.”
“He’s not that kind of doctor,” Rose said. The man’s face fell.
“But I have delivered babies before and can do so now,” the Doctor said rolling up his sleeves. “Rose, go ask the wait staff for clean towels, a basin of warm water to wash the baby in and a large cooking pot for the placenta. And to boil some water and sterilize a pair of shears. And a paring knife in case I need to do an episiotomy. Oh, and a syringe of some sort or some kind of baster. Hopefully something smaller than a turkey baster. And wash your hands.”
Rose hurried to do what he asked while the Doctor went into the bathroom to wash up before going over to the woman in labor. When she returned with the required items and two of the wait staff in tow carrying things, the Doctor introduced her while covering the woman’s propped up legs with a towel to protect her privacy. “Rose, this is Neela and her husband Jayeed. Rose is my wife and will be serving as delivery nurse.”
“But I’ve never—.”
“Well, you’re going to now. There’s no one else remotely skilled in medicine in here, I asked, and at the very least you have a steady hand and won’t faint at the sight of blood.” Neela groaned and the Doctor turned his eyes on Jayeed. “How far apart are the contractions?”
“Two minutes,” he said promptly.
“Okay, Neela, I’m going to do an exam, see how far you’re dilated. Do you know what the norm is for your species?”
“Twelve centimeters,” Neela said as the contraction subsided. Rose watched his face in quiet fascination as the Doctor examined the alien woman. “You’re there,” he said. “I can see the head. Lots of pale blue hair.”
“A boy!” said Jayeed happily.
“How can you tell?” Rose asked.
“Baby boys are born with blue hair, girls with green,” Jayeed told her. “It settles down into a mixture of the two by the time a child turns four and has started giving outward signs of its sex.”
Neela groaned again and the contraction shook her body. “Time to push. Push hard for a count of five and then rest for a count of ten.” Neela managed to follow directions and Rose counted out the numbers with the Doctor telling them when to stop and rest between contractions.
Five minutes later Neela had managed to push out the baby’s head and the Doctor demanded the syringe Rose had found. Normally it was for injecting marinade into meat, but the Doctor used the sterilized instrument to clear mucus and blood from the baby’s nose and mouth while Neela rested through a couple of contractions.
“Okay, time to go again,” said the Doctor. “I need to deliver the shoulders. This will be the hardest part. I’m going to turn him a bit. It may feel odd. Just stay with me, all right?” Neela nodded and let out another cry as the next contraction shook her body. “Push!” One shoulder came out and the Doctor turned the baby to easily deliver the other shoulder and from there the baby slipped easily out the rest of the way, complaining noisily about his entrance into the cold, bright world.
The Doctor placed the baby on the mother’s belly and Rose put one of the warm towels over him. The Doctor attended to the afterbirth, placing the placenta in the cooking pot, then tied off the umbilical cord. Rose wet a cloth in warm water and gently washed the baby before wrapping him back up in another clean towel and handing him back to Neela again.
They took turns throughout the next twenty-four hours holding the baby while the parents slept and the image of the child in the Doctor’s arms would not leave Rose’s mind. She felt longing in a way she never really had before. She had accepted long ago that if she wanted a life with the Doctor she’d never have children and she’d thought she was okay with that, but holding a newborn infant awoke something inside her that had been laying dormant all of her life. The sudden want was almost a physical ache inside her, the desire to have a baby with the Doctor. It hurt because she knew it was an impossibility. Some things didn’t bear thinking about.
It took a day and a half before they bulkheads at last came up. When they’d finally been freed and given a week off with pay in exchange for their keeping everything together and acting above and beyond the call of duty, the Doctor broached the subject again as Rose was crawling into bed for a solid sleep that didn’t include floors or sleeping bags. “Rose, I think I’d like us to have a baby.”
Rose gave him a slightly startled look. “You mean…adopt?”
“No,” he said. “You and I, have a baby together.”
A sudden wild flaring of hope filled her. Still she treaded forward carefully. “But I thought…different species… Is that…is that even a possibility for us?” she asked.
The Doctor nodded. “Yeah. Humans, you can pretty much breed with anything. Got the most accommodating genome in the known universe.”
“Then how come I haven’t gotten pregnant? We’ve been sleeping together for,” Rose did the math in her head, “about three years now. You said that you wouldn’t get me pregnant, that we didn’t need birth control.”
“We don’t. I can regulate my bodily functions to render my spermatozoa infertile, which I normally do, but I can also make it fertile and instruct it to combine with one of your ovum.”
“Seriously? What, is it sentient?”
“A bit.”
Rose laughed. “I’ve tried never to really think about it. I didn’t think we could. And…I didn’t think you’d want to.” She gave him a long look. “What about our plans? Buying a ship of our own, taking off and exploring the universe again?” she asked.
“We have been exploring the universe, you know. It’s in a more limited fashion, but we still are. Like this…we could still do it with a family,” he said. “We’d just have to avoid the more dangerous planets. Or…” He sighed. “I like it here, Rose. We could stay here, raise our family. They’ve got everything on this ship we could ask for. Good schools, great medical care, and the crèche is fantastic if you want to go back to work a few months after the birth. Living here they’ll be exposed to plenty of culture. They’d meet beings from all over and grow up knowing lots about what was out there. And with all the day trips we can take onto other planets, it’d be the best of both worlds for them.”
“But the ship…you wanted your own ship again.”
“It’ll never be the TARDIS, Rose. Maybe my dream of our own ship was just that. A dream. Maybe it was my way of holding onto the past, of not really admitting that there was any other way to build a future. But there is. We’ve been doing it ever since we came aboard. As long as we can travel, who cares how we do it? And after the TARDIS, a tiny little space yacht isn’t going to be the most comfortable place to raise kids. Here we’d have all the space we need. Plenty of space for them to run around and play.”
“What do you mean them? I thought we were talking about one baby. Singular.”
“Well, I thought maybe two. Two wouldn’t be too many. We could have twins if you wanted. I could arrange that. One boy, one girl. Just sonic you a bit so you’d release two ova. Then you’d only have to do the delivery the once. What do you think?”
Rose nodded. “I’d like a baby with you. Not twins, though. Let’s start with one and see how it goes.”
“Okay. And we can get you pregnant much sooner than that. If you don’t mind working through the first few months of pregnancy, that is. Being in the water, all of that swimming, will be good for your body as your pregnancy advances.”
“Doctor, I’m human. Even if we start trying right now, chances are it’s going to take months to even get pregnant. You can’t just start arranging things like it’s a done deal.”
“Oh, but I can. It’s really not luck of the draw like with fully human pregnancies. With semi-intelligent spermatozoa it’s not going to be hit or miss.” He leaned forward and licked the side of her neck making her jump. He pulled back thoughtfully, analyzing the chemicals he’d just tasted. “You ovulate next week. We can have you pregnant by month’s end,” he said.
“That soon?”
“Is that too soon?”
“No, but I…wow.” She shook her head. “A baby. Are we really going to have a baby?”
“Yes, we are,” he said with a manic smile.
Rose grinned and pulled back the covers on the bed. “Why don’t you get in here and we can get some practice in baby-making in.”
“Rose, we don’t need to practice. I’ll know precisely when to attempt to impregnate you and the sentient spermatozoa will do the rest.”
“Not the point, Doctor,” she said. Brilliant as he was, he was still slow on the uptake. “Bed, sex, now.”
“Ah,” he said, as realization dawned. Never one to argue when Rose used that particular tone of voice, he stripped off his clothes and joined her in bed. If practice counted for anything, she thought happily afterwards, she was sure they’d make a completely perfect baby when the time came.
Ch. 3: http://amberfocus.livejournal.com/347183.html
Author:
amberfocusCharacters/Pairings: Ten/Rose
Genre: Romance, Baby!fic
Rating: PG-13 at the moment
Beta: amyo67
Summary: After losing the TARDIS, the Doctor and Rose must make a life for themselves on the slow path. AU from the middle of The Satan Pit.
A/N: I volunteered to pinch hit a Support Stacie fic. The person wanted fluff, baby!fic, smut, and Ten/Rose living the one adventure they could never have.
Chapter Two
“What do you think,” the Doctor asked Rose one day out of the blue, “about children?”
Rose, who’d spent the morning taking her diving instructor exams and had the sort of afternoon that included two rambunctious toddlers and one very obnoxious preteen running around her shop and pulling merchandise down off the racks and onto the floor, said flatly, “I think that they shouldn’t be allowed out in polite society.”
“Ah,” said the Doctor and for once left it at that. Rose hadn’t been in any state of mind to think about such things or what they might mean and though the thought had strayed across her mind from time to time since they’d married, she’d pushed it aside as the impossibility that it had always seemed to be.
She waited a very tense two weeks to find out whether or not she’d passed her exams and when she was finally awarded her license to teach she was hired into one of the open positions in the scuba diving classes. With the new position came a sizable raise. The Doctor had taken her out to one of the finest restaurants on the ship to celebrate. It had been a beautiful evening, filled with all of her favorite foods, and the promise that they’d go dancing afterwards.
They were just about to get the check and go when a loud warning siren wailed through their section and the emergency safety bulkhead slammed down into place, effectively trapping everyone inside the restaurant until it could be raised again. “What’s going on?” Rose asked on her feet instantly. The Doctor ran to the emergency comm system and dialed out, Rose close on his heels.
“Hello, Albert,” he said when the face of one of the men who worked under him in the engine room appeared on the screen. “What’s happened? We’re trapped in Romano’s.”
“Great,” muttered Albert. “That means you won’t be able to help fix it.” He ran his hand over his face. “A small asteroid managed to penetrate the shields. It burned through twelve decks, including engine delta. It’s also put two large holes in the hull so until maintenance can patch them any people in the damaged areas are stuck. At least in Romano’s you won’t be stuck on emergency rations.”
The Doctor nodded. “Silver lining,” he said. “Well, if you need me to talk you through anything you know where to find me.”
Albert gave a short bark of laughter. “Wish it had been my night off. Anyway, I’ll keep you informed of the progress as I can. I best get back to work.” He looked over his shoulder. “No. No! Frank, not the stabilizers!” A shower of sparks showered Albert. “I gotta go,” he said and the comm went dead.
The Doctor turned back to the crowd that had gathered behind them. “Just a small asteroid strike,” he said reassuringly. “We’ll be stuck in here until they can fix the damage. That’s usually about twenty-four hours.”
“There are sleeping bags and pillows in the far supply cupboard,” one of the waitresses said. “There’re more than enough for everyone in here. All food during the safety quarantine is on the house. If you’d all just finish your meals we can set up sleeping quarters for the evening. ”
“Come on, Doctor,” Rose said heading back to their table. “We may as well add dessert now that we won’t make it for dancing.”
“Did you say doctor?” asked a young, nervous looking man. For all intents and purposes he looked human except for the aquamarine color of his skin shaded with spots of darker mottling. Rose nodded. “It’s my wife. We were just getting ready to go up the hospital facility when the bulkheads came down. Her water broke a few hours ago and the hospital sent us away to do some walking around to try to hasten the contractions. I think the adrenaline rush has moved her ahead faster than they thought. She says she wants to push.”
“He’s not that kind of doctor,” Rose said. The man’s face fell.
“But I have delivered babies before and can do so now,” the Doctor said rolling up his sleeves. “Rose, go ask the wait staff for clean towels, a basin of warm water to wash the baby in and a large cooking pot for the placenta. And to boil some water and sterilize a pair of shears. And a paring knife in case I need to do an episiotomy. Oh, and a syringe of some sort or some kind of baster. Hopefully something smaller than a turkey baster. And wash your hands.”
Rose hurried to do what he asked while the Doctor went into the bathroom to wash up before going over to the woman in labor. When she returned with the required items and two of the wait staff in tow carrying things, the Doctor introduced her while covering the woman’s propped up legs with a towel to protect her privacy. “Rose, this is Neela and her husband Jayeed. Rose is my wife and will be serving as delivery nurse.”
“But I’ve never—.”
“Well, you’re going to now. There’s no one else remotely skilled in medicine in here, I asked, and at the very least you have a steady hand and won’t faint at the sight of blood.” Neela groaned and the Doctor turned his eyes on Jayeed. “How far apart are the contractions?”
“Two minutes,” he said promptly.
“Okay, Neela, I’m going to do an exam, see how far you’re dilated. Do you know what the norm is for your species?”
“Twelve centimeters,” Neela said as the contraction subsided. Rose watched his face in quiet fascination as the Doctor examined the alien woman. “You’re there,” he said. “I can see the head. Lots of pale blue hair.”
“A boy!” said Jayeed happily.
“How can you tell?” Rose asked.
“Baby boys are born with blue hair, girls with green,” Jayeed told her. “It settles down into a mixture of the two by the time a child turns four and has started giving outward signs of its sex.”
Neela groaned again and the contraction shook her body. “Time to push. Push hard for a count of five and then rest for a count of ten.” Neela managed to follow directions and Rose counted out the numbers with the Doctor telling them when to stop and rest between contractions.
Five minutes later Neela had managed to push out the baby’s head and the Doctor demanded the syringe Rose had found. Normally it was for injecting marinade into meat, but the Doctor used the sterilized instrument to clear mucus and blood from the baby’s nose and mouth while Neela rested through a couple of contractions.
“Okay, time to go again,” said the Doctor. “I need to deliver the shoulders. This will be the hardest part. I’m going to turn him a bit. It may feel odd. Just stay with me, all right?” Neela nodded and let out another cry as the next contraction shook her body. “Push!” One shoulder came out and the Doctor turned the baby to easily deliver the other shoulder and from there the baby slipped easily out the rest of the way, complaining noisily about his entrance into the cold, bright world.
The Doctor placed the baby on the mother’s belly and Rose put one of the warm towels over him. The Doctor attended to the afterbirth, placing the placenta in the cooking pot, then tied off the umbilical cord. Rose wet a cloth in warm water and gently washed the baby before wrapping him back up in another clean towel and handing him back to Neela again.
They took turns throughout the next twenty-four hours holding the baby while the parents slept and the image of the child in the Doctor’s arms would not leave Rose’s mind. She felt longing in a way she never really had before. She had accepted long ago that if she wanted a life with the Doctor she’d never have children and she’d thought she was okay with that, but holding a newborn infant awoke something inside her that had been laying dormant all of her life. The sudden want was almost a physical ache inside her, the desire to have a baby with the Doctor. It hurt because she knew it was an impossibility. Some things didn’t bear thinking about.
It took a day and a half before they bulkheads at last came up. When they’d finally been freed and given a week off with pay in exchange for their keeping everything together and acting above and beyond the call of duty, the Doctor broached the subject again as Rose was crawling into bed for a solid sleep that didn’t include floors or sleeping bags. “Rose, I think I’d like us to have a baby.”
Rose gave him a slightly startled look. “You mean…adopt?”
“No,” he said. “You and I, have a baby together.”
A sudden wild flaring of hope filled her. Still she treaded forward carefully. “But I thought…different species… Is that…is that even a possibility for us?” she asked.
The Doctor nodded. “Yeah. Humans, you can pretty much breed with anything. Got the most accommodating genome in the known universe.”
“Then how come I haven’t gotten pregnant? We’ve been sleeping together for,” Rose did the math in her head, “about three years now. You said that you wouldn’t get me pregnant, that we didn’t need birth control.”
“We don’t. I can regulate my bodily functions to render my spermatozoa infertile, which I normally do, but I can also make it fertile and instruct it to combine with one of your ovum.”
“Seriously? What, is it sentient?”
“A bit.”
Rose laughed. “I’ve tried never to really think about it. I didn’t think we could. And…I didn’t think you’d want to.” She gave him a long look. “What about our plans? Buying a ship of our own, taking off and exploring the universe again?” she asked.
“We have been exploring the universe, you know. It’s in a more limited fashion, but we still are. Like this…we could still do it with a family,” he said. “We’d just have to avoid the more dangerous planets. Or…” He sighed. “I like it here, Rose. We could stay here, raise our family. They’ve got everything on this ship we could ask for. Good schools, great medical care, and the crèche is fantastic if you want to go back to work a few months after the birth. Living here they’ll be exposed to plenty of culture. They’d meet beings from all over and grow up knowing lots about what was out there. And with all the day trips we can take onto other planets, it’d be the best of both worlds for them.”
“But the ship…you wanted your own ship again.”
“It’ll never be the TARDIS, Rose. Maybe my dream of our own ship was just that. A dream. Maybe it was my way of holding onto the past, of not really admitting that there was any other way to build a future. But there is. We’ve been doing it ever since we came aboard. As long as we can travel, who cares how we do it? And after the TARDIS, a tiny little space yacht isn’t going to be the most comfortable place to raise kids. Here we’d have all the space we need. Plenty of space for them to run around and play.”
“What do you mean them? I thought we were talking about one baby. Singular.”
“Well, I thought maybe two. Two wouldn’t be too many. We could have twins if you wanted. I could arrange that. One boy, one girl. Just sonic you a bit so you’d release two ova. Then you’d only have to do the delivery the once. What do you think?”
Rose nodded. “I’d like a baby with you. Not twins, though. Let’s start with one and see how it goes.”
“Okay. And we can get you pregnant much sooner than that. If you don’t mind working through the first few months of pregnancy, that is. Being in the water, all of that swimming, will be good for your body as your pregnancy advances.”
“Doctor, I’m human. Even if we start trying right now, chances are it’s going to take months to even get pregnant. You can’t just start arranging things like it’s a done deal.”
“Oh, but I can. It’s really not luck of the draw like with fully human pregnancies. With semi-intelligent spermatozoa it’s not going to be hit or miss.” He leaned forward and licked the side of her neck making her jump. He pulled back thoughtfully, analyzing the chemicals he’d just tasted. “You ovulate next week. We can have you pregnant by month’s end,” he said.
“That soon?”
“Is that too soon?”
“No, but I…wow.” She shook her head. “A baby. Are we really going to have a baby?”
“Yes, we are,” he said with a manic smile.
Rose grinned and pulled back the covers on the bed. “Why don’t you get in here and we can get some practice in baby-making in.”
“Rose, we don’t need to practice. I’ll know precisely when to attempt to impregnate you and the sentient spermatozoa will do the rest.”
“Not the point, Doctor,” she said. Brilliant as he was, he was still slow on the uptake. “Bed, sex, now.”
“Ah,” he said, as realization dawned. Never one to argue when Rose used that particular tone of voice, he stripped off his clothes and joined her in bed. If practice counted for anything, she thought happily afterwards, she was sure they’d make a completely perfect baby when the time came.
Ch. 3: http://amberfocus.livejournal.com/347183.html
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Date: 2010-05-25 09:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-05-25 09:37 am (UTC)It could just be that I'm secretly (not so secretly now) longing for you to carry on with Moments in Darkness lol
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Date: 2010-05-25 09:46 am (UTC)I laughed my way through this chapter, from Rose misunderstanding the Doctor at the start to the Doctor licking Rose's neck to ascertain her fertility and then being dense when she was trying to sex him up... chuckles all the way.
Truly delightful.
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Date: 2010-05-25 10:13 am (UTC)I love that they are the perfect couple - still brilliant together under stress but dealing with the mundane too.
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Date: 2010-05-25 11:10 am (UTC)Although the Doctor really wasn't overly romantic with his proposal (as well as with his proposal. Men *sighs*
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Date: 2010-05-25 12:40 pm (UTC)I love this and I'm looking forward to the next chapter.
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Date: 2010-05-25 03:41 pm (UTC)Any chance of a return to the Zeppelins-verse any time soon? You've left us hanging on a cliff for ages now! :-)
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Date: 2010-05-25 05:19 pm (UTC)Love it and can't wait for the next chapter! :D
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Date: 2010-05-25 08:14 pm (UTC)Awww, so romantic. ;)
Loved the whole thing with them being trapped in the restaurant and having to deliver the baby. It makes total sense to me that the Doctor has delivered probably hundreds of babies over the centuries. With the kind of life he lives, I'm sure he gets into lots of crazy situations.
Lovely chapter. Looking forward to more.
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Date: 2010-05-25 10:30 pm (UTC)I love this! It's wonderfully fluffy and fun, and a truly delightful read ♥.
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Date: 2010-05-26 02:22 am (UTC)I am totally cracking up right now. Seriously can't stop laughing. I can see this playing out in my head....ohhhhh, you've made my head such a fun place to be right now! :-D
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Date: 2010-05-26 08:41 am (UTC)I had the laugh at that bit! Oh and for a moment when 'placenta' and 'cooking' pot came in the same sentence, my mind went to a very silly place ;-)
*loves*
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Date: 2010-05-26 12:02 pm (UTC)This is v cute and made me giggle lots.
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Date: 2010-05-27 06:47 am (UTC)Aw, Doctor. Bless. :D
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Date: 2010-06-11 05:15 pm (UTC)*hangs head in shame*
I have two chapters of the next Journey written... I was reluctant to start posting until I knew I could keep up a once a week post and I'm so busy at the mo... Maybe I should post and that will guilt me into writing more?
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