Rory couldn't help but stare. She was so beautiful, that much was undeniable. He still couldn't believe how lucky he was. What with all the male attention that followed Amy around wherever she went. And yet she had picked him.

He smiled as he watched her, her head thrown back and laughing as if she didn't have a care in the world. Her hair tumbled over her shoulders, and down her back like a fiery waterfall, twitching with colour as her head shook with her laughter.

There had been so many times when he had been unsure. When he'd been almost certain he was losing her. The Doctor, her raggedy man raking up several unwanted mentions in their conversation. He'd noticed how her eyes went softer and her smile seemed more natural when she thought of The Doctor.

Nothing hurt more than that.

And after all of that, after watching her yearn for her imaginary friend, after standing by as she ran off with him, after all the worries and stress she put him through, whenever she called, he was there.

He couldn't help himself.

It was Amy. It was always Amy.

The Doctor had known as well. And even though in the beginning things had been uneven between the two, the doctor never tried to get in the way between him and Amy. Not unless he absolutely needed to.

It's like the happening of their relationship was a part of fixed history. It happened, and it would always happen and nothing could ever change all the fighting, and the tears, they always managed to find their way back together.

Dolores had captured Amy's attention again, and Rory watched his wife's face shift into open and attentive. Her Beautiful sable eyes catching on the late-afternoon New York sun, highlighting flecks of dark green in its depths.

He fought the urge to reach out and cup her face with his palm, to rub his thumb over her lips. His "sappy romantic stuff" as Amy liked to call it, is only for them. Behind closed doors and in private.

She smiled, and his palm itched to reach. But he satisfied himself with just looking. Looking at the soft curve and swell of her red lips. At the corners that lifted into a smile. He could picture in his mind how they looked with her special smile. The one she reserved for him, and him alone.

He was roused from his trance as Trevor came to sit besides him, handing him a Coffee. He thanked him quickly, and flicked his eyes back over to Amy, who had also directed her attention to him.

"Hey, stupid-face. You going to stare much longer?" She teased him, smiling.

He laughed, "No. No, I think I'm done." He said.

A shadow of pain flickered though her eyes and her smile dropped just enough for him to notice. Trevor and Dolores wouldn't have seen, but Rory had spent so long observing her face he knew her mind was with The Doctor. Or rather, her last encounter with him. She had eventually told him about it after much patience and love. She'd re-enacted it in her mind, crying as she recalled details about The Doctors face, or how River's face was wet with tears as she kissed her mothers hand goodbye. He'd kept quiet all through her thorough tale, and only hugged her when she was finished, knowing how much River had meant to her, and how much more The Doctor had meant to her. Playing such a huge role throughout her childhood and adult life.

He couldn't begin to understand, not truly, how she felt.

Amy's smile became more strained, and it squeezed his heart in his chest painfully. All he could do at the moment was reach for her hand and take it in his, squeezing it tight so she knew he understood, and that she would never have to be alone.