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"Rooose," he dragged her name out as though hoping to get something. Turning from her place by the fireplace she raised an eyebrow, "What, Doctor?" "Why're we doing this again?" "We're doing this because it's a Tyler-former-Prentice Christmas tradition." He pouted, trying to get out of the situation. Rose saw his eyes flicking towards the door, probably wondering how fast he could get out, "I wouldn't try that Love. Mum's probably waiting for you to exit so that she can take you Christmas shopping." The Doctor shivered at the thought, "On second thought, staying here with you, hanging up the stockings and making my own seems like a wonderful idea!" She chuckled, "That's what I thought, Mr. Tyler-Foreman." "Why~ Mrs. Tyler-Foreman. Are you saying that you doubted my want to stay by your side?" he moved closer to her, pulling her against his chest. His hand moved and ran over her stomach, "Especially with a bundle of joy on the way?" he leaned down, his mouth next to her ear, "I'm offended!" Quickly, the Doctor nipped her ear and danced away. Delight in his gaze as he looked at her, "Oh- you're gonna get a right smacking you are!" "I am? But why my dear?" Rose moved quick, tugging him down and kissing him. "Because." "Perhaps I could distract you?" he raised an eyebrow as he wrapped his arms around her. Kissing her he smiled, he supposed he was the luckiest one. Here he had the wonderful Rose Tyler for his wife, he had a family and a child on the way. He doesn't think there's much more he could want. "Now, how about we hang those stockings you were talking about?" She lightly smacked his chest as she turned around, "Coming?" "Always."