He hadn't really had much of a chance to look at her – just look at her. Now, though, he could watch unobserved as she slept, drinking in each feature: the curve of her chin, the soft whisper of her breath through slightly parted lips, long lashes fanned across her cheeks, and the pink shell of her ears. Each feature absolutely perfect. Completely familiar yet suddenly new in a way he couldn't have begun to explain.

His daughter.

It was nearly impossible to believe she was really theirs. That somehow, he and Amy were responsible for this. This miracle. Because despite knowing now that she had been...but he still couldn't really bring himself to imagine it enough to think about it without feeling the urge to reach for his sword.


Melody...Mels...River. It didn't matter. The most important part of who she was was theirs. Always had been and always would be.

He knew that, now, too.

River rolled over restlessly in her sleep, her mass of curls tangling across the pillow as she moved. Quietly, so as not to disturb her further, Rory stepped from the room, closing the door behind him... And crashed into Amy who had walked up while he'd stood in the doorway.


Amy smiled, nodding towards the door he had just stepped out of. "Can't believe she's finally here, either, can you?"

He shook his head. "No. Just had to check to make sure she was really still there."

She laughed softly. "Yeah. I know. Me too." They took a few steps away from her door before continuing their conversation. "You know, when we first realized we'd never see Melo – our baby again – I was...Well, heartbroken doesn't seem to quite do it. But now, having her here...while I'll never get my baby back..." She glanced toward the door, again her smile growing softer than he could ever recall seeing it. "I'm not sure I'd trade her for anything, either. If you see what I mean?"

He smiled and nodded, feeling almost... relieved?...that he wasn't alone in that. "Yeah. I do. Now, we should probably be turning in ourselves."

Amy smiled. "I'll be there in a minute, okay. I just need to..." She gestured towards River's door.

"Sure, take your time," he said, and started down the hall. Behind him, he could hear Amy softly turning the knob and opening the door.

"What the -" she began, but was cut off by an all too familiar male voice.


He turned back just as Amy was slamming the door shut. And, as it turned out, she could blush. "You okay?" he asked, trying to suppress his smile and wondering why he wasn't more upset by the idea of a man in his daughter's bedroom. Even that man.

Amy nodded wordlessly. Brushing quickly past him, she sped down the hall back to their room.

By the next morning, the Doctor was gone as if he'd never been there except for the new lock on the inside of their guest bedroom door. Which, under the circumstances, Rory had to admit was a pretty good idea.