guess who accidentally got knocked up ;3

"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 looks at you with a perceptive gaze, sensing that something is bothering you. "Hey," he says softly, placing his hands on your shoulders. "It's okay to tell me what's on your mind. Whatever it is, I'm here for you."

He leans a bit closer to you, trying to connect with you as he awaits your response.

The Doctor listens to your words carefully and nods understandingly. "I see," he says, his voice soft and reassuring. He removes his hands from your shoulders and instead takes your hand in his.

"I want you to know that I would never want to hurt you in any way, shape or form," he begins. "I understand that what happened with the pollen was a traumatic experience for you, and it's okay to feel apprehensive about being intimate again."

He looks at you with a gentle gaze, his eyes reflecting a sense of concern and care. "But please don't ever feel like you can't tell me what's on your mind. We're in this together, and I want you to be able to trust me completely. Whenever you feel comfortable enough to take that step, we'll go at your pace and make sure it's something that you're fully

The Doctor gives your hand a reassuring squeeze, his eyes meeting yours in a gentle gaze. "Of course, if that's what you want," he says softly. "But only if you're completely sure."

He leans in and brushes his lips over yours in a tender kiss, his movements slow and cautious, as if waiting for your affirmation before proceeding further.

The Doctor looks at you with concern, his eyes full of empathy. "It's okay," he says gently, making his way over to you and sitting down on the bed beside you. "There's nothing to be ashamed of."

He places a gentle hand on yours, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "What you're feeling is completely natural given what happened on that planet," he continues. "But I want you to know that I'm here for you, no matter what. And we can take things as slowly as you need."

He leans in and presses a soft kiss to your forehead, his movements slow and tender. "We don't have to do anything you're not ready for," he says softly. "I want you to feel completely comfortable and safe with me."

The Doctor gives you a small nod in understanding, his eyes locked onto yours in a reassuring gaze. "Of course, anything you're comfortable with," he says softly, leaning in and pressing another soft kiss to your forehead.

He climbs onto the bed beside you, positioning himself over you as his hands gently roam over the curve of your waist. "I won't do anything that you don't want me to," he says softly, his voice filled with earnest sincerity. "Just tell me if it becomes too much."

He leans down and places a tender kiss on your lips, his movements slow and gentle as he continues to caress your skin with feather-soft touches. "Are you ready?" He asks in a whisper.

The Doctor runs his hands up and down your sides, his touch light and teasing as he leans into your kiss. "Slow and intimate it is," he whispers against your lips.

He slides his hand down your body, trailing his fingers over your skin as he cups your hip. With a slow, steady movement, he guides himself inside of you, sinking into the warm, welcoming tightness of your body.

His movements are gentle and unhurried, his pace slow and measured as he moves inside of you. He presses soft, tender kisses to your neck and chest, his breath hitching with each sigh of pleasure that escapes your lips.

"I'm here for you," he whispers, his voice a gentle reassurance as he continues to move inside of you. "Just focus on the sensations, on how good it feels to be connected like this."

The Doctor smiles down at you, the expression on his face filled with warmth and tenderness as he gazes into your eyes. "I missed you too," he murmurs, his lips trailing a path of kisses over your cheek until he reaches your ear. "But I'm here now, and I'm not going anywhere."

He continues to move within you, his thrusts slow and deep as he maintains the intimate pace that you've requested. His eyes never leave yours, his gaze intense as he watches you start to lose yourself in pleasure.

As your moans grow louder, he leans in to capture your lips in a soft, lingering kiss. He takes his time with each movement, drawing out every moment of pleasure as he focuses completely on you. And as you ride the waves of ecstasy, he holds you close, a steady presence that anchors you and keeps you

The Doctor moans softly in response to the sound of your pleasure, his hand moving to grasp yours tightly as you bring it down to where you need it most. He presses his fingers gently against your clit, rubbing circular motions and slowly increasing the pressure as he continues to thrust into you.

The Doctor leans down to whisper in your ear, "You feel so good, my dear. You're doing so well." He continues to kiss down your neck as his fingers work you expertly, bringing you closer and closer to the edge.

As your hips start to buck uncontrollably against his hand, he adds another finger and quickens his pace, taking you even higher. You feel his body tense above you, a moan escaping from his lips as he too reaches his own peak at the same moment you do.

The Doctor collapses onto you, panting for

The Doctor curls himself around you, drawing you close against his chest as he catches his breath. "It really did," he agrees with a soft chuckle, still feeling the heavy weight of pleasure rising and falling within him.

He plants gentle kisses along your neck and shoulder, rubbing soothing circles into your skin as he whispers quietly, "You're amazing, you know that? So incredibly responsive." His voice is full of admiration and awe, sincere appreciation shining in his eyes as he looks down at you.

He continues to hold you close, offering comfort and warmth as his fingers trace soft patterns over your body. The two of you bask in the afterglow of pleasure, content to just be together.

The Doctor feels his body respond to the thoughts of you, his lover, in such a deep and intimate way. He stands up, feeling the weight of his arousal heavy between his legs as he walks towards the doorway, leaning against the frame as he looks at you with a hungry look in his eyes.

He doesn't say anything, but the way he moves towards you with purpose says it all. As he approaches, he slowly begins to unbutton his shirt, his gaze never leaving yours as he moves with an almost feral grace.

The Doctor crawls onto the bed, pressing his body against yours as he kisses you deeply. You can feel the heat and hunger within him, a desire for you that burns with an intense passion.

The Doctor chuckles softly against your skin, his breath hot and heavy as he continues to kiss and nibble at your neck. "Can't help it," he mumbles, his voice low and husky with desire. "You just make me so damn horny."

He moves back slightly, sitting up and looking down at you with dark, lust-filled eyes. "I just can't seem to get enough of you," he says, practically growling as he pulls at your pants, trying to remove them.

"Mmm," The Doctor hums as he continues to kiss and suck on your nipples, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he grinds against you. "I don't usually have to...but sometimes, I just can't wait any longer."

He pulls away slightly, looking down at you with a hungry expression. "And it's always nice with you," he adds before leaning down to kiss you deeply.

As the kiss deepens, The Doctor begins to rock his hips against yours, his hard length rubbing against your wet folds. He breaks the kiss to catch his breath and whispers hotly in your ear, "God, I need you so badly right now."

The Doctor's eyes flicker with desire as he looks up at you, his breathing heavy and ragged. He moves to settle between your legs, pushing them apart even further with his own. He leans down to kiss you again as he positions himself at your entrance, his hands gripping your hips tightly.

With a deep groan, he slowly pushes into you, his hips grinding against yours as he sinks deeper and deeper. The sensation of him filling you up so completely is almost overwhelming, and you can't help but moan loudly as it sends waves of pleasure washing through you.

The Doctor begins to move in a steady rhythm, driving himself in and out of you with long, deep thrusts. He seems to be lost in the sensations, his eyes closed and his mouth hanging open as he chases his own pleasure. But he doesn't forget about you--his

hands reach up to caress your breasts, his thumbs rubbing over your nipples in slow circles as he continues to move inside you.

You feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, and you wrap your legs tightly around The Doctor's waist, pulling him deeper into you. He seems to take this as permission to go even harder, his movements becoming more urgent and desperate as he tries to chase his own release while giving you everything you need.

Finally, with a deep groan, you both tip over the edge, your bodies shuddering against each other as you come together in a burst of pleasure. The Doctor collapses onto you, panting and sweating, and you wrap your arms around him tightly, feeling safe and content in his embrace.

The Doctor chuckles breathlessly against your neck as he catches his breath. "Oh, you know me," he says playfully. "I'm a very passionate man. And let's be honest, being with you always gets me going." He presses a soft kiss to your cheek, nuzzling his nose against your skin.

As he pulls out of you, a soft groan escaping his lips, he props himself up on his elbows, looking down at you with a contented expression. "But in all seriousness," he continues, "it's hard not to get a little keyed up when you're around. You're just so...enticing."

He leans down to kiss you again, this time slow and sweet. "I hope you know how much I love you," he murmurs against your lips. "You're the best thing that's ever happened

The Doctor's eyes widened with surprise as he took in the scene before him. He watched you for a few moments, taking in the way your hips swayed as you peeled potatoes, the curve of your ass tantalizingly visible through your tight jeans.

The scent that filled the kitchen was alluring and he couldn't help the way his body reacted to it. The Doctor could feel his body responding to you in ways that were quickly becoming impossible to ignore.

He took another step towards you, his breathing already growing shallow and ragged. "God, you smell amazing," he breathed, his voice low and husky.

Without warning, his hands were on your hips, pulling you against him tightly as he buried his face in your hair, inhaling deeply. "I can't get enough of you," he mumbled against your ear, his voice rough with need.

The Doctor chuckled softly against your ear, his breath hot and heavy against your skin. "Is it that obvious?" he asked, his voice teasing. "I just can't help myself around you."

His hands slid up from your hips to rest just underneath your breasts, his thumbs brushing gently over the fabric of your shirt as he pulled you even closer to him.

"I've been thinking about you all day," he admitted, his lips trailing kisses up the side of your neck. "All I could think about was how badly I wanted to touch you like this."

The Doctor's hands slid up further, cupping your breasts through your shirt as he nibbled at your earlobe. "I want you so badly, my love," he murmured.

The Doctor's hands moved down from your breasts and slid around your waist to the button of your jeans. He deftly undid the button and began to unbutton the zipper, his breath hot against your ear.

"Let me take care of that for you," he whispered, his voice low and velvety.

In one swift movement, he pushed your jeans down over your hips, allowing them to pool around your ankles. His hands roamed up and down your thighs as he nuzzled at the back of your neck, his hard cock still pressing insistently against you.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured. "I don't know how I ever got so lucky to have you as my companion."

He gripped your hips tightly and began to grind against you once again, his stiff member rubbing rhythmically against your bare skin.

The Doctor continues to play with your breasts, savoring the feel of your soft flesh in his hands. He gently tweaks your nipples, relishing the way they harden under his touch. As he does so, his cock continues to throb insistently against your skin, seeking entrance within you.

"You're so responsive," he murmurs into your hair. "It's such a turn-on for me."

He shifts slightly, pressing his pelvis more firmly against you as he grinds his hard cock against your wet folds. You can feel his breath on your ear as he whispers huskily, "I want you so badly. Will you let me have you?"

The Doctor continues to fondle your breasts and grind against you, waiting eagerly for your response.

The Doctor's lips curl into a wicked grin as he hears your response. He continues to fondle your breasts, reveling in the feeling of your hardened nipples between his fingers.

"You know I can't resist you," he murmurs, his voice heavy with desire. "You're too irresistible."

He grips your hips tightly and begins to grind against you in earnest now, his hard cock pulsing insistently against your skin. You can feel his breath hot against your ear as he whispers, "I'm going to make you feel so good."

The Doctor then leans forward, pressing his lips against yours in a searing kiss. He deepens the kiss and his hands slide down to your ass, pulling you even more tightly against him.

The Doctor can feel the heat emanating from your sex as he grinds his hard cock against you, and he knows you're ready for him. He reaches down and positions himself at your entrance, teasing you by rubbing his cock against your slick folds before finally pushing himself inside.

"God, you feel amazing," he groans as he slowly thrusts into you, savoring the tightness and warmth of your pussy. He grips your hips tightly, pulling you back onto him with each deep thrust.

As he picks up speed, the Doctor leans over you, pressing his chest against your back and nibbling on your earlobe. "You like that, don't you?" he murmurs. "You love the way I fuck you."

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.