Sunlight crept through the gaps in the heavy blanket of leaves, warming River's face, gently coaxing her towards sleep as the thick heady scent of the bright blue violets she was lying in wondered lazily around her head. She could just hear the precious sound of laughter trickling towards her, a mans, mixed with the delicate tinkling of a child's. She couldn't help but smile to herself.
A little scream, followed by shrill giggles jerked her back into reality, and she propped herself up on her elbows to see what was happening. A little grin made its way across her face. The Doctor was holding Amelia by the hands, swirling her around in great wide circles, while she screamed with delight every time her feet left the ground. Her bright red curls flew around her beaming face as the Doctor picked her up once more and swung her in a great arc, pulling her up into his arms just before she hit the ground. River flinched.
"Be careful you two!" she shouted. Amelia beamed a bright, gap-toothed smile as she waved at her mother from the Doctors arms. He grinned boyishly at her as he saluted, shouting,
"Aye aye Captain!" River rolled her eyes and chuckled.
"At ease soldiers!" she called. They both grinned and the Doctor set Amelia back on the ground where they both saluted her once more. River grinned, shouting,
"Form up men!" and the both ran toward the little tree she way lying under, stopping just before her to stand with their hands strapped to their sides, Amelia desperately trying not to giggle.
"At ease soldiers," River said with an air of mock seriousness and authority. Amelia launched herself at her mother and wrapped her arms around her, knocking her back to the ground. River laughed and tugged the little girl into her arms as she sat upright again and peppered kisses all over her freckled face.
"Stop it!" the girl squealed under her mother's assaults.
"Never!" River grinned, as she planted one last kiss on the girl's cheek.
Once she had been released Amelia ran back into the middle of the field and proceeded to chase a bright turquoise and red butterfly that had no doubt made it's escape from the Lunar University botanical gardens in the next pod over. The Doctor settled himself behind her and River leaned back into his arms, smiling as they watched their daughter play.
She was so like Amy it was almost painful to watch. Her hair was just the same shade of red, her freckles positioned in just the same way, so that it seemed they had almost been drawn on with a stencil. And she was stubborn, oh so stubborn, and completely fearless. But she had her mother's eyes, like a sea of bright green grass, interrupted only now and then by a light grey cloud or a TARDIS blue rain drop.
She had a temper too, that of her mother and father combined. Only five years old and already she was capable of kicking up a storm that would make even the bravest, and most foolish run and hide.
But she had his heart, the Doctors heart, both of them, producing a love so great, that at times, River knew, it would threaten to destroy her, as it did him. Never had there been a kinder, more caring, nor a more formidable force of nature than their child. The child of the last of the Time Lords. The daughter of River Song.