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"Doctor, are you sure that you don't need any help?" Jo asked. The Doctor was currently about seven months pregnant and trying (unsuccessfully) to put together a crib. He sat on the floor of the console room of the TARDIS and had just thrown the instructions out of frustration.
The Doctor continued to scowl at the pile of partially assembled wood. "I'm just fine Jo."
Jo walked to the Doctor's side. "Doctor, it is perfectly normal to need help." The Doctor sighed and looked up at Jo.
"Fine," he said. "I would appreciate it if you could get the instructions."