so many mixed emotions for tentoo when he sees his ginger son for the first time lbr
At first he doesn’t know that Jamie’s ginger because when he comes home from the hospital, smelling already of dirty diapers and baby powder and is that spitup? Really? he’s not got a hair on his head.
The Doctor doesn’t think twice of his hair, because, well, he’s too wrapped up in Rose and their son and howperfect and fitting and really, really wonderful all this— this domestic living is. Diapers and spit up might make him crinkle his nose in front of Rose, but he’s not fooling her or anyone.
He loves this.
A few months down the line, and the little one still has those diapers that need changing, but he’s also smiling and sitting up and waving his arms around. Sometimes the three of them go out, just out, around London— with Jamie in one of those human-like baby carriers that straps to the front of the Doctor’s chest and oh, he can hear his heartbeat echoing against his own— and he can feel Rose’s pulse beat against his thumb as he holds her hand— and that’s three, three heartbeats, three of them.
He’s always thought that Jamie’s a blonde, just like his mum, but on one of those outings around London, the sunlight is streaming down, and it sort of— bounces off their sons head— and he stops, right in his tracks.
“Rose,” he whispers, and a thousand facts race through his head. About human babies and their hair growth, about how it sometimes grows in one color, but then— slowly changes to another shade— and he thinks— (thinks with a tinge a jealousy, but overall— happiness)—
“Rose, I think he’s ginger!”
