"Ooh. I like the sound of that." The Doctor hoped the giddy feeling bubbling up was entirely thanks to the admissions that had been made and the knowledge that everything would be all right, that Rose would stay at his side no matter what, though in truth he was probably overtired, as well. It didn't matter. He had everything he wanted: the woman he loved, a family, even a bit of home. The only way things could possibly go wrong was if the Seal interfered and sent one of them home, or decided to bring Jackie Tyler to them. Now that was a sobering thought. Rose's mother would smack him into next week if she found out how long he'd taken to open up and how badly he'd frightened her daughter.
He laid back down, truly relaxing for the first time in what felt like years, and caught Rose's hand yet again. He knew she would stay, just as she'd told him, but he wanted that physical contact, that tangible reminder that she was there and safe. "Martha can scold all she wants," he declared. "I don't care. I'm going to sleep much better with you here, though really, it's such a waste of time, sleeping, when we could be doing other things."