“Rose! Rose, come quick!”

The sound of her husband’s frantic yelling sent Rose running down the stairs. What had happened? Why would he be yelling? Was something wrong?

She’d left the Doctor downstairs with their baby boy while she did some tidying up in their little boy’s room, but the very fact he was frantically calling her back down had her mind racing.

But as she reached their kitchen-diner, she instead found the Doctor grinning at their wild-haired baby boy, his phone out as he crouched a little distance away from the boy and encouraged him with gentle words.

“Come on, Gideon! Come on!” The Doctor seemed to spot Rose in the doorway then, as she stared wide-eyed at the scene in front of her. “Rose! Gideon’s about to walk! I swear he is!”

The little boy was clinging to a dining chair, blinking at his dad with wide brown eyes. That in itself wasn’t odd- their not-quite year old baby had been puling himself up to stand a lot in the last few weeks, but still Rose couldn’t help but wonder if her husband was right and that Gideon really was about to start walking.

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V was a new staff member in the child care services going by Miss Orange and was dealing with the older children since the last one quit a couple of weeks back. She didn’t understand why the previous had quit since they all were seemingly well behaved until her fourth week there. There was always that one kid that just didn’t get the hint after being caught bullying others. V didn’t know what the last carer did but, if the other was allowing this, she wasn’t going to make the same mistake when she saw one of the older kids bullying this blonde girl. 

Heeey thanks for stopping by and for the suggestion. ^^ 

That is a super cute question. Alas that’s one of those fandom things that generally escape them, I’ve noticed. They’d probably think it’s weird or cute or be entirely confused that it’s a thing. 

Pete hadn’t been too pleased at the call telling him that his daughter had been in a fight at school. Rose was getting more and more difficult to manage the more he tried to figure out was wrong, and this had just been the latest installment. He was tired of trying to be the perfect parent and do everything by the book. He wasn’t the sort of person who was good at rules and discipline. Maybe what he needed was to just talk to her – the same sort of friendly, down-to-earth chat he had with clients and investors when they were struggling to see each others’ points of view.

“No, that’s not how you do that.”

“But Rose! I am doing it right!”

“You’re not,” came Rose’s calm voice. “If you’d just let me explain-”

“I am doing it right! I am!”

The Doctor frowned at the voice of his brother-in-law as he entered his and Rose’s home. He and Rose were having Tony over the weekend, as Pete and Jackie had taken a weekend break in a rare few days where Pete was able to get away from both Vitex and Torchwood. Rose had even had to leave work early that afternoon to collect her brother from school. They’d planned lots of activities for Tony to do during his two nights with them, but it seemed already they were approaching a tantrum and it wasn’t even Friday night yet.

Whatever Tony was upset about, it was clear he didn’t want to listen to Rose’s explanation about whatever was going wrong with it. So the Doctor hung up his coat and scarf and made his way into the double-height kitchen-diner-living room space.

It had been one of the reasons he and Rose had fallen in love with the converted warehouse, the double-height space of the main downstairs area. They were still near enough Torchwood, where they both worked training up new agents (they did occasionally do field work, but they both preferred training up new agents and working a somewhat 9-5 schedule), and their home for the past five years was a warm and comforting sanctuary for the pair of them out of work hours.