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Pregnant- she's pregnant!- or will be... Rose stands frozen looking at an exact copy of her- a very pregnant future her- waddle in the distance.
"God, I'm so fat!" Rose says shocked. "You're going to do that to me!" she accuses, poking a very nervous half time-lord:He grunts.
"Ok Rose you've seen enough. We shouldn't be here- wibbly wobbly stuff." He says, rubbing the sore spot where she had poked him.
Rose rolls her eyes, takes his hand and kisses it. The Doctor raises an eyebrow at the strange gesture.
"Doctor..." Rose says, tongue peeking between teeth.
"Yeah."
"BABY!"