May 29, 2013
RIVER, MY DICK HURTS.
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RIVER, MY DICK HURTS.
"I THINK SO. I NEED HE-" He moved and vomited again, curling up into a ball.
The Doctor rushed to him and took him to the bathroom. “Sweetheart, why must you come to me at your worst times,” he asked.
OH GOD. RASSILON KILL ME NOW. I CAN'T EAT.
The Doctor shook his head. “Morning sickness?”
NINEY, I NEED MEDICAL ATTENTION. I JUST VOMITED UP EVERYTHING I'VE EATEN TODAY.
The Doctor rolled his eyes. “Are you pregnant? Because that happens, sweetheart,” he said with a sigh. “Good to see you talking to me again.” ((Sorry, he is still slightly drunk.))
"Thank you, sweetie. I love you." He captured her lips in a kiss before pushing her towards the door. "Go on."
She smirked. "You're trying awfully hard to get rid of me." She kissed him back and hurried to the closest market she could find.
He ran his hand across the top of the console, his other hand resting in his stomach. "Could you go and get me pickles and ice cream?"
She pulled a face but then smiled slightly at him. "Fine. You are pregnant..." She kissed his forehead and stepped out of the TARDIS, heading to the nearest market.
"RIVER, DON'T YOU YELL AT SEXY LIKE THAT."
"Uuuuuurgh...." River ran her hands over her face. "I'm ok...I'm ok..."
RIVET WE'RE OUT OF ICE CREAM! -cries-
River got frustrated and yelled at the TARDIS "WHERE'S THE BLOODY ICE CREAM?!"