#themes femdoctor
Title:Second Chances
Rating:K+
Pairing:Rose/Fem!Metacrisis
Summary: Rose and the Doctor begin the daunting task of building a family.Notes:Child!Fic
Notes (2): It’s TenToo Day and there’s a sad lack of fem!TenToo fics, sooooooooo. Have this.Warning For: Slightly homophobic language (one instance of)
Children were a rough subject with the Doctor.
Rose tried not to bring them up, wanting instead to focus on their relationship, and trying to find themselves again – that was the most important thing, after all.
But of course, Jackie had to ask, “So when do I get grandchildren?” every time she saw them, and Rose could see the twitch in the Doctor’s eyes every time.
“Ignore her,” Rose whispered to the Doctor every time, squeezing the woman’s hand. “Just ignore her.”
“Do you…want kids?” The Doctor asked quietly one night as they left the Tyler mansion. Jackie had opened the dinner with her usual line, only to yelp when Rose kicked her – she was done being nice.
“Shush,” Rose said with a small smile, leaning over to kiss the Doctor’s cheek. “Just ignored her, she’ll stop eventually.”
Still, the Doctor was unnaturally quiet the entire way home. It worried Rose. “Talk to me?” She finally asked once they were home and inside. The Doctor frowned deeply, not quite meeting Rose’s gaze as she spoke.
“Do you want children, Rose?”
Rose blinked, surprised. It was the first time the Doctor had brought children up on her own. “I…I’ve never really thought it?”
The Doctor raised an eyebrow, properly looking at Rose now. “You’re an awful liar.”
Rose sighed. The truth was, at one time, she had wanted children. Her priorities had changed when she’d met the Doctor, but now that they were settling down and creating a life together…the feelings were starting to come back.
“I…guess I’ve thought about it a little,” she admitted after a moment. The Doctor sighed, taking Rose’s hand and pulling her to the couch so they could sit down together.
“Do you want children, Rose?” She asked again.
“I…guess, yeah. I do. But I’m not going to push you either.”
The Doctor ran a hand through her hair, clearly struggling to find the right words to say. “Parenthood…never really worked out for me,” she said finally, quietly. “I was a horrible mother before, and I can’t just run away if I screw up the kids this time.”
“What makes you so sure you’ll screw them up?”
“Past experience?”
“You’re supposed to learn from that.” Rose pressed a kiss to the Doctor’s cheek. “I know you’re worried, but…you know better than anyone that you can’t let fear hold you back.”
The Doctor smiled hesitantly, and Rose pulled her in for a tight hug.
They decided to look at adoption. Neither of them knew how pregnancy would even work for the Doctor (was she biologically human enough to sustain one?), and Rose wasn’t sure how she felt about being pregnant. Besides, there were so many kids who needed a family…adoption was just a better option.
So they put in the paperwork to become foster parents. It was nearly two months before they took in their first child – a twelve-year-old girl named Alice. She’d been in the system for a while, according to her social worker, and had a bit of an attitude.
“So I’m stuck with two dykes?”
“This should be interesting,” the Doctor murmured to Rose after showing Alice where she’d be staying.
Alice was with them for six months, and slowly they chipped away at her icy, untrusting exterior. They were pretty sure they cemented her trust when she got into trouble for skipping a school a month after coming to stay with them and they didn’t instantly throw her out.
At six months they asked Alice if she wanted to become a part of their family. And eight months after taking Alice in, they signed the adoption papers.
And that night Rose woke up alone in bed. She rolled her eyes, yawning as she climbed out of bed to go find her wife – standing in the door of Alice’s room, watching their daughter sleep.
“She’s ours,” the Doctor whispered, and Rose pressed a kiss to the Doctor’s cheek.
“We’re hers.”
