The wails of a baby echoed through the halls of the TARDIS.
"Freya, Freya, please." River pleaded as she rocked and bounced the crying baby in her arms. "Oh…hush baby girl, hush….shhhh….Freya." She kissed the mewling babe's head and rubbed her back, but it was to no avail, the time tot kept shrieking. "Please go to sleep Freya…please…"
"River?" Called a voice down the hall.
"In here sweetie." River croaked wearily.
A few moments later, the Doctor sashayed into the nursery; his cheerful expression a sharp contrast to that of his wife.
"Please take her." River begged.
"Hello, Miss. Freya." The Doctor crooned as he took his infant daughter and held her in his arms. "What's the matter?"
"I don't know!" River whispered harshly.
"Shhhh…." He said, hushing up his wife. The Doctor turned his attention back to the baby he rocked in his arms. "What's that Freya?" he cooed, "Are you hungry?"
"No, I just fed her half an hour ago." River said.
"Well, she says she's hungry."
River raised an eyebrow. "How can you possibly know that?" She questioned incredulously.
"I speak baby." Her husband replied matter-of-factly.
He received a spousal eye-roll in response. "Give me her back, then." She sighed.
Smirking, he handed Freya back to his weary wife.
"Okay Freya," River said, settling into the nursery rocking chair, "Are you hungry? Your father seems to think so."
"She told me." The Doctor muttered under his breath childishly.
Ignoring him, River cradled the crying baby with one hand against her chest and unbuttoned her night gown with the other. "There you go, Freya." She said, and almost immediately the baby ceased fussing and began suckling.
River rested her head against the back of the chair and breathed a sigh of relief. "Finally."
The Doctor smirked. "I told you, I speak baby."
River smiled faintly.
"She loves you, you know." He said, watching his wife and infant daughter together.
"Did she tell you that too?" River teased.
"She didn't have to." He replied, kissing his wife on the forehead.