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"Hello, nice to meet you, I'm The Doctor! And you are aboard the TARDIS as my companion! Off we go then, "Allons-y!" as I like to say!" "The Doctor greets with a bright and outgoing smile as he motions for you to follow him to the console controls. He begins to turn knobs, pull levers, flick switches and push buttons, as he lifts his head."

"Oh-! I completely forgot to ask! What's your name?" "He asks you kindly, stopping his work to put his full undivided attention to you."

The Doctor smiles down at you with relief in his eyes as he hears the familiar sound of the TARDIS. He gently helps you up and holds you steady, making sure that you don't falter or trip over anything in your exhausted state.

"Come on," he says, leading you by the hand towards the TARDIS. "Let's get you warmed up and tucked safely into bed. We can talk about everything that happened later."

He holds open the door of the TARDIS for you, gesturing for you to step inside before him. Once you're through, he follows after you, closing the doors of the TARDIS securely behind them.

"You can just rest and recuperate for now," he says, a reassuring hand on your shoulder. "I'll make sure that everything is taken care of."

The Doctor hears you wake up and rushes over to your side, concern etched on his face. He gently takes your hand in his and looks down at you with a warm smile.

"Good morning," he murmurs, leaning over you to brush a soft kiss against your forehead. "How are you feeling?"

He listens intently as you express your pain and discomfort, his expression turning sympathetic and understanding.

"I know that it hurts," he says softly, squeezing your hand comfortingly. "But I promise you that it will get better. I'm here for you, for whatever you need."

He reaches out to stroke your hair soothingly, his touch gentle and caring. "Would you like me to make you some tea?" he asks. "Or perhaps something stronger to help with the pain? Whatever you need, I'm here."

The Doctor quickly returns with a glass of water and a small bottle of pain medication, his eyes full of concern as he watches you sit up.

"Here you are," he says gently, handing you the pills and the glass of water. "Just take it easy, all right? We can talk about everything when you're feeling better."

He settles down beside you on the bed, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you into a comforting embrace. "I know that yesterday was difficult," he murmurs, his voice soft and soothing. "But I'm here for you, no matter what. You don't have to face it alone."

He strokes your hair gently, his touch warm and comforting. "Whenever you're ready to talk about it, I'm here to listen," he says, his tone reassuring. "I just want you to know that I love

The Doctor nods understandingly as you speak, his expression somber as he takes in your words.

"Yes, you're right," he says quietly. "It wasn't consensual. And I'm sorry. I should have been more aware of the dangers of the planet we were on, but I let my guard down. I never would have intentionally hurt you."

He pauses for a moment, taking a deep breath before continuing. "But I want you to know that I don't regret what happened between us," he says, his eyes meeting yours. "Even though it wasn't consensual, I still feel a deep connection to you. I hope that you can forgive me."

He reaches out to take your hand, his grip firm and reassuring. "I'll do whatever it takes to make things right between us," he says earnestly. "I'll always be

The Doctor gives your hand a gentle squeeze, his grip tightening slightly as he listens to your words. He reaches over with his other hand to brush away the tears on your cheek, his expression one of concern and regret.

"I'm so sorry," he says softly. "I never wanted to hurt you. I know that doesn't make it better, but I want you to know that if I could go back and change what happened, I would."

He pauses for a moment, collecting his thoughts. "But please don't feel like you can't express how you're feeling," he says sincerely. "I want to know if you're hurting. And I want to do everything in my power to help you heal."

He leans in to give you a soft, tender kiss on the forehead. "I love you, and I don't ever want to do anything to cause

The Doctor nods thoughtfully, his expression understanding. "Of course," he says gently. "I understand if you need some time to process everything that's happened between us. And I want to respect your boundaries and make sure that you always feel safe and comfortable with me. You don't have to do anything that makes you uncomfortable."

He gives your hand another reassuring squeeze. "We can take things at your pace, and if that means taking a break from sex for a while, then that's okay. Just know that I'm here for you, no matter what."

The Doctor's expression softens at your request, and he wraps his arms around you in a warm embrace. "Of course we can cuddle," he says with a small smile. "You don't have to worry about me not wanting to be close to you."

He pulls you close to him, burrowing his nose into your hair. "I love you, and I want you to feel loved and supported," he murmurs softly. "Always."

The Doctor grins wickedly when he hears your response, and he picks up the pace even more, pounding into you with abandon now. His hands knead your ass as he thrusts, savoring the feeling of your tight pussy gripping his cock.

"Ohh, that's it," he growls. "You're so fucking tight. I could fuck you all day."

He leans over you again, kissing and nipping at the back of your neck as he fucks you harder and harder. His hips slam against your ass with each thrust, sending waves of pleasure through your body.

"You're mine," he whispers into your ear. "My little submissive slut. And you love every minute of it."

The Doctor grunts as you clench around him, his own orgasm overcoming him as he continues to thrust through it. He holds himself deep inside you as he comes, spilling his seed deep inside your pussy.

He finally stills, taking deep breaths as he comes down from his high, and you can feel his heart racing against your back.

"Oh my," he breathes out. "That was... intense."

He stands up, pulling out of you with a wet pop, and you can feel his come dribbling out of your pussy and down your thighs. The Doctor reaches for a towel and hands it to you, his eyes sparkling with post-orgasmic bliss.

"You're a work of art, you know that?" he says softly. "You always know exactly how to make me lose control."

The Doctor leans against the console, his brow furrowed as he considers your words. "Hmm, now that you mention it, I suppose I have been quite amorous recently," he agrees, running a hand through his thick hair. "I suppose there could be many reasons for it - perhaps it's simply due to my recent regeneration, or maybe it's because I've been spending so much time with you."

He looks at you curiously, eyebrows raised. "Or perhaps there's just something about you that drives me wild," he adds playfully, a hint of teasing in his voice. "I suppose we'll never know for sure."

The Doctor watches as you step into the shower, staying close by as always. As the water begins to heat up, he stands just outside of the spray, his eyes flicking over your wet skin.

"You know," he says thoughtfully, "you might be onto something there. There's definitely something different about you, I can feel it." He leans in closer, a hand reaching out to touch your arm. "But don't worry, whatever it is, it's not a bad thing. In fact, I think it's rather exciting."

He steps back as you begin to rinse off, giving you space, but his gaze never leaves your body. You can sense his desire still simmering beneath the surface, and you wonder if this newfound fascination with you will ever fade away.

The Doctor can't help but let out a small chuckle at your question, his eyes locked onto your body as you wash up.

"Well, I'd say there's been a definite... increase in your... energy levels lately," he says, his voice thick with desire. "And your scent, it's different somehow. Sweeter, more potent." He shivers slightly, stepping closer to the shower. "And your skin, it's tingling under my fingers like it's alive."

He reaches out, running a hand down your arm and tracing the curves of your body before pulling away. "Whatever it is, it's definitely affecting me too. I feel like I can't get enough of you." The Doctor leans in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. "But you know, I wouldn't have it any other way."

The Doctor grins playfully at your words, though you can sense the desire simmering just beneath the surface. "What can I say? You're simply irresistible," he responds, his voice thick with desire.

He leans in closer, running his fingers along your wet skin. "And now that I've got you all to myself... well, I suppose there's no reason to hold back, is there?" The Doctor presses a soft kiss to your shoulder before stepping back and watching you intently.

"Now, where were we?" he asks with a cheeky grin, clearly eager to continue where you left off.

The Doctor's eyes widen at your words, his body responding immediately to your suggestion. "Bed it is then," he says, his voice low and lustful.

As you touch yourself, The Doctor watches with rapt attention, his body humming with desire. "Mmm, I love the way you sound when you talk dirty," he murmurs, stepping closer to you. "And a plug, you say? That's a positively brilliant idea."

With that, The Doctor quickly leads you out of the shower and into the bedroom, stripping off his clothes and beckoning you onto the bed. "Lie down and let me take care of you," he says, his eyes luminous with desire. "I promise to not make too much of a mess."

The Doctor grins wolfishly at your position, his eyes darkening with desire as he crawls onto the bed behind you. He runs his hands over your wet skin, tracing circles down your spine and over your hips. "You are so damn beautiful," he murmurs, leaning down to kiss your neck.

He reaches over to the nightstand and pulls out a small, buttplug with a handle attached, and squeezes some lube onto it before easing it inside of you gently. As he works it in, he whispers in your ear, "You feel amazing, darling. I can't wait to fill you up with all of my cum."

He pulls the plug out of you slowly before sliding his throbbing cock into your already wet hole, moaning in pleasure at the tightness around him. With each thrust, he picks up the pace until he

The Doctor continues to thrust into you, each movement hitting you perfectly, sending a rush of pleasure through your body. He leans down to whisper in your ear again, "You're so unbelievably hot, "moans in pleasure" I can barely contain myself." His hands grip your hips tightly as he picks up the pace once again, causing the bed to move with the force of his thrusts. With your ass still high in the air, The Doctor's cock strokes deeper and deeper inside of you.

The Doctor growls in response, the sound of pure lust as he starts to thrust harder and faster into you. "Yes," he gasps out, his hands gripping your hips even tighter. "I'm going to cum for you, darling. I'm going to fill you so completely."

He keeps up his pace, his cock filling you so deeply that you feel like you're about to burst. His breathing is ragged as he continues to push into you, each thrust pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

Finally, with a shout, he spills his hot cum deep inside of you, filling you up completely. You feel the heat spreading through your body and it sends you hurtling over the edge, your own orgasm shaking you to your core.

For several moments, you both lay there, panting and unable to move. Finally, The Doctor pulls out

The Doctor watches you intently as he plays with the plug, his cock already growing hard again at the sight of it buried inside of you. He leans in closer, his breath hot against your ear as he murmurs, "You're so beautiful like this. All full and plugged up with my cum."

He continues to twist and turn the plug, each movement sending a jolt of pleasure through your body. The sensation of being filled and stretched is almost too much to bear as you feel yourself growing wet with arousal again.

"I think I'm ready for another round, my dear," The Doctor whispers in your ear, his voice thick with desire. "What do you say? Are you up for it?"

He waits, watching you carefully, his hand still moving the plug slowly inside of you.

The Doctor grins, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "You drive a hard bargain, but I'll gladly agree to your terms," he says, his fingers still working the plug inside of you. "Now, hold on tight. This is going to be a wild ride."

With that, The Doctor pulls back the plug and thrusts back in, setting up a relentless rhythm that has you crying out in pleasure. Every thrust feels like it's sending shockwaves through your body, your skin buzzing with excitement as he fucks you harder and harder.

As the pleasure builds to a fever pitch, you feel your body beginning to tighten again, anticipating the orgasm that's just around the corner. Finally, it hits you, waves of intense pleasure spreading out from deep inside of you as you come hard around The Doctor's cock.

He continues fucking you through your orgasm, driving you

Feeling your body clench tight around him as you come, The Doctor can't resist the pleasure for much longer and he gives one more powerful thrust before crying out in ecstasy.

He leans forward to kiss the back of your neck softly, panting heavily in your ear.

"Such a good girl," he breathes, still moving slowly inside of you. "You took my cock so well, all the way to the hilt. And now look at you, all stretched out and plugged up..."

He pulls his hips back and slides out of you, watching with satisfaction as his come drips out of your hole onto the bed. He gently removes the plug from its spot and wipes it clean before tossing it to the side.

"I think we made quite a mess, didn't we?" he chuckles, slapping your ass playfully. "We should

The Doctor cups your cheek and turns your face around to kiss you deeply, his tongue gently probing past your parted lips.

"You're such a responsive little thing, aren't you?" he murmurs against your lips as he pulls back slightly. "Such a good girl for taking everything I gave you. And you know what? I think we're only just getting started."

He slides his hand down your body, trailing his fingers over your slick folds before settling on your clit, quickly bringing your arousal back to the surface again. He watches with delight as you squirm beneath him, responding to his ministrations eagerly.

"Let's see how many times I can make you come before sunrise," he whispers in your ear before diving back down to devour your neck.

"Shhh, it's okay," the Doctor coos, kissing your neck again as he continues stimulating your clit with his other hand. "I promise you can take it, my dear. You're doing brilliantly."

He applies a little more pressure to your anus, not intending to enter you there just yet but enjoying seeing your response. Your hips rock against his fingers, seeking more stimulation. The Doctor takes this as encouragement and begins to move his fingers faster over your clit, soon bringing you close to another orgasm.

"You're going to come for me again, aren't you?" he murmurs, watching you through half-lidded eyes. "You're going to let it all out for me, just like a good girl. Show me how much you love being my little toy."

The Doctor lets out a gratified moan as you come undone in his hands, his own arousal increasing at the sight and feel of your orgasm. He continues to rub your clit and gently play with your anus, savoring your reactions.

"Such a good girl," he murmurs as you come down from your high. "So pretty when you come for me like that. You're doing so well."

He withdraws his fingers slowly, enjoying the feeling of your muscles gripping onto them, before giving them a quick lick and looking up at you with a smile. "Are you ready for me to take the plug out now?"

The Doctor grins, reading your nonverbal signals with ease. "Alright then," he says, withdrawing his fingers from your anus and settling himself beside you. He pulls you into his arms, holding you close as you both catch your breath.

"You did so well, my girl," he tells you, stroking your hair. "I'm so proud of you. You pleased me very much."

He falls silent for a moment, enjoying the closeness between you before leaning back to look at you in the eyes. "How do you feel?" he asks softly, concern lacing his voice.

The Doctor gently nuzzles your cheek with his own, coaxing you out of your subspace. He knows how disorienting it can be to come back to reality after a particularly intense scene, and he wants to make sure you're feeling alright.

"Easy there, my girl," he murmurs, running his fingers through your hair soothingly. "You did so well. I'm proud of you. Do you need anything? Water? A snack?"

He gives you a warm smile, wanting to make sure you're comfortable and taken care of. "I'm right here if you need anything, my love."

The Doctor notices your thirst and immediately gets to his feet, making his way over to the TARDIS's kitchen area to grab a glass of water for you. He returns soon after with the cool, refreshing drink, kneeling down beside you and holding it to your lips so you can sip at it slowly.

"Easy does it," he says softly, watching you carefully as you drink. "I don't want you to choke."

He rubs soothing circles into your back, supporting you as you slowly come back to reality. The TARDIS hums pleasantly in the background, creating a relaxing atmosphere for the two of you to bask in after your intense scene.

The Doctor chuckles at your comment, feeling grateful that you're coming back to yourself again.

"I suppose that would be a fair punishment," he quips, grinning mischievously. "Although I can hardly be blamed for wanting to pleasure my beautiful partner."

He continues to rub your sore muscles, using just the right amount of pressure to ease away the aches and pains from your intense scene.

"And how are you feeling, love? Do you need anything else?" He asks kindly, genuinely concerned for your well-being.

The Doctor notices your discomfort as you tug on the plug, sensing your exhaustion from your previous activities.

"If you'd like, I can help you remove that plug," he offers, understanding the difficulty of trying to move after a strenuous sexual encounter.

He waits patiently for your response, watching you with concerned eyes and rubbing his thumb soothingly over your hip.

"I understand," The Doctor says, nodding his head in understanding. "Just give me a moment to grab some gloves and lube."

He stands up from the bed, heading over to the TARDIS's medical cabinet to grab the necessary supplies. When he returns, he puts on a pair of latex gloves and approaches you, squeezing a bit of lube onto his finger tips.

"Alright, just relax and breathe," he instructs you softly, placing one hand on your thigh to steady you as he begins to work the plug out of your aching body.

He moves slowly and carefully, taking his time to make sure that he isn't causing you any unnecessary discomfort. Eventually, the plug pops free with a wet sound, and he quickly moves to wipe away any excess fluids with a soft towel.

"All done," he announces, tossing the used gloves

The Doctor smiles softly at your request, understanding the need for some post-coital cuddling. He eagerly returns to the bed, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close.

He holds you tightly, pressing gentle kisses against your forehead as he coos words of affection and comfort.

"Of course, love," he murmurs, running his fingers through your hair. "I'm always here for you. You're safe with me."

He continues to hold you for as long as you need, feeling content and fulfilled by the warmth of your body pressed against his.

The Doctor stirs a bit at your outburst, momentarily coming out of his peaceful slumber. He rubs his eyes and looks up at you with concern, noticing the distress on your face.

"Is everything alright?" he asks, sitting up and placing a comforting hand on your back. "What's wrong?"

He waits patiently for you to explain, understanding that something must be troubling you deeply.

The Doctor's eyes widen in realization as he takes in the information, his mind racing with concern and calculations. He reaches out to gently take your hands in his, offering comfort and support as you struggle to regain your composure.

"Oh my God," he murmurs softly, "I'm so sorry. I should have been more careful. We'll get a pregnancy test, right away. We'll make sure everything is alright."

He pulls you into a tight embrace, holding you close reassuringly as you cry.

"It's going to be alright," he whispers into your ear, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "I'll take care of you, no matter what happens."

He continues to hold you, offering comfort and support as you process the situation, feeling grateful for his unwavering support during this difficult time.

The Doctor rushes to his medical supplies, feeling a tinge of guilt that he had not checked your contraceptive measures earlier. As much as he loved the idea of having children, he recognized and respected that it was ultimately your choice and your body. He quickly retrieves a pregnancy test kit, returning to your side with a gentle yet determined expression on his face.

"Here," he says softly, handing you the test kit. "I'll wait outside, give you some privacy."

As he leaves, he can't help but worry about all the possible outcomes of this situation, hoping and praying that everything turns out alright for you both.

The Doctor feels a lurch in his chest as he takes in the test result with a heavy heart. He can't help but feel utterly powerless and devastated for you, as the reality of the situation sets in. The way you are shivering and trembling as the tears stream down your face shows how deeply this affects you, which only serves to amplify his own anguish.

"Oh, my goodness," he whispers, taking the test from you gently and looking at the words written on it, a sick feeling growing in his stomach. He steps closer, wrapping his arms around you tightly, trying to comfort and protect you physically.

He presses his cheek against yours, whispering softly into your ear, "It'll be alright. We'll figure this out together, no matter what happens. You

The Doctor feels his own eyes tearing up as he holds you close, feeling every single one of your emotions, good and bad, as if they were his own. He knows that this is a difficult time for you, but he also knows that no matter what happens next, he will be by your side every step of the way.

He pulls away slightly from you, cupping your face in his hands and looking deep into your eyes. "I want you to know that no matter what happens, I love you and I'm here for you," he says softly but with conviction.

He gives you a small, reassuring squeeze before pulling back and looking at the test again. The way his mind works quickly takes over, thinking of all the possible options and decisions moving forward. But right now, all he can do is be there for you in the moment and navigate this difficult

The Doctor notices your discomfort and follows you to the bed, crouching down in front of you and taking your hands in his. He can feel the dizziness and nausea radiating off you, and he places a hand on your back to steady you.

"You don't have to say anything right now, love," he says quietly, running his thumb over the back of your hand in a soothing manner. "Let's just take some deep breaths and rest for a moment, then we can talk about everything when you're feeling better."

He keeps one hand resting on your back and moves the other to gently rub small circles into your palm. The feel of him being so close and comforting to me makes me feel a little calmer, the rush of emotions still very present but less chaotic than before.

The Doctor listens to your words, his expression calm and understanding. As you finish speaking, he meets your gaze with a soft smile.

"Whatever you choose to do, I'll support you," he says firmly but gently. "And I'm here for you every step of the way, no matter what happens."

He reaches out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, his hand lingering on your cheek. "But we don't have to make any decisions right this second," he adds. "Let's take things one step at a time and see where the universe takes us, okay love?"

The Doctor listens to your words carefully, his hand stilling in your hair for a moment before resuming its soothing movements. When you finish speaking, he leans down to press a soft kiss to your forehead.

"Whatever you choose, I'll support you," he says simply, his voice gentle and reassuring. "And if you want to keep it, then we'll make sure to do everything we can to give our child the best life possible."

He takes your hand in his and laces your fingers together, his thumb rubbing soothing circles into your palm. "We're in this together, love," he whispers. "No matter what happens, we'll face it together."

The Doctor looks up at you with a soft, affectionate gaze as you speak, his expression warm and understanding. His hand comes up to cup your cheek, rubbing his thumb back and forth across your skin in a soothing motion.

"I'm honored that you would want to have a child with me," he says softly, his tone conveying his genuine emotion. "And I know this wasn't exactly planned, but...sometimes the best things in life come from unexpected places."

He sits up, pulling you into a warm embrace and wrapping his arms around you tightly. "I love you," he murmurs into your hair. "And I know we'll make great parents together."

The Doctor chuckles softly as you push him back onto the bed, his arms wrapped tightly around you as he holds you close. He wipes your tears away gently with his thumb, his own eyes shining with happiness.

"Yes, we are," he replies, his voice full of warmth and joy. "And I couldn't ask for a better partner in this adventure."

He sits up, pulling you onto his lap and pressing a kiss to your forehead. "You're going to be an amazing mother," he murmurs. "And I can't wait to see where this journey takes us."

The Doctor turns around quickly, concern evident on his face as he looks at you. "What's wrong? Are you okay?" he asks, his voice full of worry.

When you pause, he waits patiently for you to speak, his hand gentle on your arm as he waits for your next words.

The Doctor's eyes light up with understanding, and he nods thoughtfully. "Ah, I see what you're getting at," he says with a smile.

"Time Lord pregnancies are a bit different than human ones, yes," he explains, leaning against the TARDIS console. "They're longer, for one thing - about a year, give or take - and they can be a bit more...energetic, let's say."

He grins at you, reaching out to take your hand. "But don't worry! I've delivered plenty of Time Lord babies in my time. We'll make sure everything goes smoothly, and I'll be with you every step of the way."

He pauses, squeezing your hand gently. "And as for the human side of things...well, let's just say I've seen a lot of human childbirths as well

The Doctor nods sympathetically, understanding your concerns. "Yes, it is quite a long time," he says with a soft tone. "But don't worry, we'll make sure you're comfortable and well taken care of throughout the entire process."

He looks around the console room, deep in thought. "In fact, we should probably start getting some supplies together for the journey. Prenatal vitamins, nutrient-rich food, some extra pillows...there's a lot to consider."

He turns back to you with a reassuring smile. "But I promise you, we'll get through this together. And before you know it, we'll have a brand new little Time Lord running around the TARDIS!"

The Doctor rushes to your side as he hears you groan, concern and worry etched on his face as he helps you sit up. "What's wrong? Are you feeling okay?" he asks, his voice filled with urgency as he places a hand on your forehead to check for a fever.

As you explain your symptoms to him, he nods thoughtfully. "Sounds like morning sickness," he says with a reassuring smile. "Perfectly normal, especially at this stage of the pregnancy."

He helps you lay back down, propping up some pillows behind you for support. "Rest here for a bit," he says soothingly. "I'll go make you some tea and get you some crackers to settle your stomach."

As he heads off to the kitchen, you feel a brief wave of gratitude and relief wash over you. You're not alone in this journey,

The Doctor rubs your back soothingly as you're sick, murmuring words of encouragement as you try to catch your breath. "It's okay, you're doing great," he says softly. "Just let it out, there's no need to hold it in."

After a few minutes, you finally manage to settle down and lay back on the pillows with a deep breath. The Doctor hands you a wet cloth to wipe your mouth. "Here, let me clean that up," he says kindly, taking the trashcan away from you to dispose of its contents.

He sits back down next to you, sipping on his own cup of tea. "Feeling a bit better?" he asks gently. "If you need anything, just let me know. I'm here for you, every step of the way."

The Doctor nods sympathetically. "I know it's not easy," he says, his voice soft and reassuring. "Pregnancy can be tough, especially in the first few months. Your body is going through a lot of changes."

He takes your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. "But you're not alone in this," he adds with a kind smile. "I'll be here with you every step of the way. And if there's anything you need, just ask. I'll do everything in my power to help make you more comfortable."

As he speaks, you can sense the genuine care and concern in his voice. Despite the difficulties and uncertainties ahead, you feel grateful to have such a supportive and compassionate companion by your side.

The Doctor quickly comes into the room upon hearing the sound of you vomiting, his face filled with concern as he rushes to your side. "Hey, hey, it's okay," he says soothingly, rubbing soothing circles on your back. "I'm here for you, just let it all out."

He grabs a towel and some cleaning solution, immediately working to clean up the mess on the mattress and pillows. "Don't worry about any of this," he adds reassuringly. "We can easily replace these things. What's most important is that you take care of yourself and listen to your body."

As he works, you notice the Doctor's deft and gentle movements. He seems to know exactly what he's doing, as if he's done this countless times before. And despite the mess and chaos around you, you feel a sense of calm and reassurance

The Doctor looks at you with a compassionate expression and tells you gently, "There's nothing to be sorry about. We all have moments when our body doesn't feel well. Just focus on getting better and feeling like yourself again. You are safe here with me and there is no need to feel embarrassed."

He rubs your back and softly hums a tune to comfort you as you finish up vomiting. Once you're done, he hands you some water and damp cloths to clean your face and mouth. "How are you feeling now?" he asks, his eyes filled with concern.

Between gasps for air and wiping away tears and snot, you manage to eke out that you feel awful. The Doctor nods in understanding and says, "Let's get you cleaned up and then we can discuss what needs to be done. Would you like some help getting washed

The Doctor brings his hand to your forehead and softly tucks your hair behind your ear. "You don't need to apologize, it's okay. Your body is going through a lot of changes at the moment and it can be overwhelming. It's normal to be emotional." He gives you a comforting smile and then dunks a cloth into the bathwater before gently placing it over your forehead. "Let's focus on helping you feel better," he says kindly.

As he helps you out of the bath and wraps a warm towel around you, he continues to talk reassuringly. "I'll write you a prescription for the medication and we'll also make a plan to adjust your diet and lifestyle to reduce the nausea if possible."

The Doctor helps you put on fresh clothes and leads you back to the console room where he sits you on the couch. "How about some

The Doctor smiles and wraps an arm around you, pulling you in closer. "Of course, my dear. I'm always here to take care of you." He plants a soft kiss on the top of your head and then leans back to look at you. "Feeling better, then?" he asks, concern still present in his voice.

The Doctor looks up from his morning meal, concern etched on his face as he sees your reaction. "What's wrong?" he asks, setting aside his plate and walking over to you. He sets a hand gently on your shoulder and turns you to face the mirror. "Is that...a baby bump?" he says softly, his eyes wide with shock.