The Doctor lay back on his bed. He never slept, so it was hardly used, the mattress was firm and like new. He looked up at the starry ceiling the Tardis had created.

"... So you see..." he continued, "... The universe is huge and its vast and it's complicated and sometimes... Very rarely... Impossible things just happen and we call them miracles... Now the day I saw Rory again...," he explained, "That was a miracle you see... Because when the time energy catches up with you and touches you... Then you were never born see? And all memory of you vanishes... Only an enormous explosion could cause the cracks in time and space. This one... Just so happened to be caused by this very Tardis exploding... Yeah... I know what you're thinking... It's bigger on the inside... Yes... I wait for that bit... My favourite thing to hear when someone steps into this old thing... But that's irrelevant to the point of course. And I'll tell you why... It's because... Because... I can't even remember what the point was now..."

He turned his head to his right to look at the small baby laying beside him. Fast asleep.

From her bed across the room River rolled her eyes in humorous despair.

"See what happens when you start telling stories..." she teased before bowing her head over her diary and continuing to write. The Doctor rolled over to stare at the small child beside him. Propped up on his elbows, hands supporting his chin, he smiled watching the little baby boy breathing softly as he dreamed.

"Funny how things work out isn't it," he sighed quietly. The Doctor's eyes watched the little boy a few minutes more, "No more adventures... No more long distance Time Travels... No more... Uh... No more running..." He bounced onto the mattress beside River, disturbing her neat writing, "So what now? I have to sit in this extraordinary Time Machine and live a not so extraordinary human existence with you...?"

"It wont be forever Doctor..." she replied shutting her diary and setting it aside, "Any life with you would be extraordinary... Whether we traveled through time and space or not"

"Oh yeah? ... Why's that? Is it the attractive Time Lord status? Oncoming Storm have an exciting ring to it? Great hair...? The bow tie is cool?"

River's eyes looked up in despair at the red fez perched on his head, she sighed loudly, "I can't put my finger on it..." she cringed at the sight of it before pulling her knees up to her chest and hugging them, "Are you okay with all this?"

"All what?"

"You know... The baby..." she half whispered. The Doctor twisted to look at the sleeping child nestled in the folds of the duvet on his unused bed.

"What could possibly go wrong?" he beamed at her, "There are millions of people taking care of babies across all of time and space... It can't be that difficult..."

River smiled weakly at him, the Doctor wasn't exactly... Parent material. If she was completely honest with herself... He didn't have a clue. Her face broke into a broader smile as she ruffled his hair affectionately.


He grinned with embarrassment showing his white teeth; his eyes were bright and clear, the happiest he'd been in a long time. Since the arrival of Doctor Jr on board the Tardis he'd noticed a distinct change in River. She had a glow about her that he couldn't quite describe. Compared to the thrill seeking, adventure loving, discovery craving archeologist that he'd first met, this River was calmer, laid back, domestic, content... Even motherly. He stared at her a long while, admiring her soft curls which fell loosely from the bobble with which she'd tied it up. Her cheeks were rosy, and her eyes shone back at his pouring with love and affection for him. Just for him, the Doctor, the Time Lord capable of giving this woman the life and love she needed.