A/N HELLO THAR! This is just gonna be a whole bunch of random Doctor who fanfics! If somebody wants' to carry on with them, I won't mind, just tell me first! This one is going to be after Rory and Amy's wedding, in the TARDIS, from Rory's P.O.V! Enjoy!

Please excuse the spelling and grammar mistakes, There will be a lot of them probably

I sat on one of the many chairs lining the console, thinking of the past. Actually, yesterday, basically. My bachelor party. That night, I had wished all night that I was next to Amy, not at some bar. But all sane thoughts went out the window when the beer and other alcohol came out.

Flashback!

"Stripper! Stripper! Stripper!" All my friends called as we waited for the stripper to burst out of the cake. I felt bad for getting a stripper when I was getting married in the morning, but it was too late now.

'One more night, until I'm next to her.' I thought wistfully. Then, a man popped out of the cake. We all looked at him in surprise.

"Oi! What are you doing here?" I said, recognising the Doctor from two years ago. He whipped icing out of his hair, and said-

End of Flashback!

"Rory!" Said my wife. She waved her hand near my face.

"Huh? What?" I asked as I shook my head to wake myself up. She smiled at me.

"Welcome back to the TARDIS, stupid head!" She chuckled, and pulled me up.

"Sorry, I was just daydreaming of the day that the Doctor took me with you. One more day till the wedding, a couple days with the Doctor, I died, came back as a Roman, and waited two thousand years for my wife to wake up, and then had to go through life all over again to get to this day." I said, as I smirked at her. She slapped me gently in the shoulder. Then, I pulled her close to me, as she shrieked slightly and then giggled. We then lazily strolled down the hall to our bedroom, after the Doctor directed us to it. As we approached the threshold, I swung Amy up into a bridle carry, and kicked open the door. What I saw in there almost caused me to drop her again. It was two bunk beds. I set Amy down, and grunted in displeasure. She laughed at my expression, which was probably pretty funny, and walked out. I follow her quickly. She stopped at the console room and called out.

"Doctor?"

"Yeah?" I heard his voice say from under the glass floor.

"Do you think we could do something about the Bunk beds? We're married now, and… you know…" Amy said, trailing off.

"But bunk beds are cool! It's a bed, with a ladder!" He exclaimed baffled as to why we wouldn't like them. I sighed. For a man who seemed to know everything, he was pretty clueless. Amy sighed, knowing it was too late to argue with him, and sauntered back to our room.

'Guess I'll just have to wait another couple years…" I thought, dejected. As much as I didn't agree with the Doctor about the Bunk beds, I wasn't leaving anytime soon. Then, a question burst out of me without me allowing it to.

"Do you have a room Doctor?" I waited there for a few seconds, but there was no answer. I shrugged my shoulders, and sleepily walked off to the bedroom.

THE END!

Hope you liked it, I know it's short, but their supposed to be short, it's a short story! If anybody wants' me to write their character or a certain idea into a story, I can. Just review or PM me! Thank you for reading!