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Driving home after Rose’s birthday party, the Doctor asked the question that had been burning in his mind for the past few hours.
“What’d you wish for?”
“Hmm?” Rose was distracted as she finished a text.
“When you blew out your candles.”
“Nothing.”
“C’mon, love, tell me,” he wheedled, giving her the look that often got him what he wanted.
“Nuh uh, I'm not supposed to tell,” she chided, smiling sweetly. “But I really didn’t wish for anything.”
“Why not?”
“I have everything I want.” She placed a hand on his thigh. “I don’t need anything else.”
The Doctor beamed.