A.N.
Just a little thing that popped to my mind.
Rory stroked Amy's hair while she slept. She had fallen asleep after crying for hours, and he really couldn't blame her. Their baby was gone.
He could barely breathe. Like a thousand and more daggers pierced his heart. He had never held his baby girl. He had never seen her. She had never been there. His beautiful Melody.
Another devastating wave made way through him. No words could express the pain he felt. River Song was his daughter. Melody. Melody Pond. River. River Song. The same person. Rory could barely think. He loved River now, with all of himself. He knew that. No matter how old she was, she was still his little girl. The little girl he had never gotten to raise, stolen away from them.
Amy whimpered in her dreams, calling his name. He held her just a bit tighter and kissed her forehead, she seemed to relax slightly, but was still tense.
But the night was long, every second hurt more than the one before. They seemed to call her name. Rory tried to picture her in a cot in that very room. He tried to imagine her saying her first word. He could imagine her taking her first steps. He could imagine her on the first day of school, and he could imagine her with her first friends. He could imagine her go out for the first time, he could imagine her first boyfriend. Her wedding. Her children, one day.
His throat tightened, and the tears in his eyes threatened to spill. "That's all I can do." He whispered to himself, so quiet he could barely hear himself. "Imagine." He would never see her. Not his baby, not really. The woman whom he had met and talked to was grown up. She didn't need or want her Daddy. Maybe she had, when she was a child. When only God knows what happened to her. And he hadn't been there.
Despite his best efforts, Rory couldn't keep a single tear from falling down on his cheek. He needed her. He needed his daughter. He couldn't breathe or think. He needed her. But she wasn't here. And she would never be again.
He sat up, quickly, grabbed a pillow and screamed in it. Amy got on her feet, faster than a blink, she looked at him, eyes wide. "Rory…?"
He let go of the pillow and let himself cry. His chest hurt and everything was confused around him. Only Amy's touch on his shoulder felt real. Everything else was like a dream, a bad, horrifying dream. He couldn't breathe and his head was spinning.
Amy rested her head on his shoulder, putting both arms around him. "I love you." Her voice broke. Rory someone managed to choke out a "I love you too" before burying his head in her hair.
He didn't know how long they stayed like that, perfectly still, while both of their hearts grieved for their lost daughter.
Amy was asleep when he gently placed her down. He laid on the bed too, staring at the ceiling. He had been awake for so long, and he was so tired. But he couldn't sleep, he just kept picturing how happy his life would've been. His jaw clenched and his fists tightened at the thought of his amazing Mels with someone else, someone he couldn't protect her from. What kind of father would stay there, helpless?
So Rory Williams stayed there, completely still, with a pain in his heart he knew that nothing would ever erase.
