A knock at the door.

An irritated huff, and you drag yourself from your armchair, waddle over to the door, when your husband jumps out of the kitchen, and orders you to sit back down. Rolling your eyes, you place a hand on your ever-increasing baby bump, and make your way back to your arm chair, in time to hear you husband shout something, the sound of a fist colliding with flesh, then a familiar voice meekly says:

"Yes, I think I deserved that." Hurriedly, you push yourself from your chair, and waddle briskly down the hallway of your small flat, and stop behind you husband. Your visitor says nothing, just stares at you. You hold your arms out, and he walks into the hug, awkwardly leaning over your stomach. You grab some flesh at the back of his neck and twist roughly, making him cry out, and you break apart. You smile and hug again, and he invites you out to Christmas dinner.

You poke your head into the kitchen, and see the blackened mess that was a turkey, and your husband's guiltily embarrassed face. You sigh, nod, pick up your coat, and leave.

A knock at the door.

You look up from your place in the armchair, beside the fire. You glare over at Rex, who sighs, and heaves himself up from the carpet, also by the fire. The prime real estate is briefly taken over by the mother of the child who is snuggled in your lap. You hear a muffled voice, a thump of Rex's body being pushed against plaster as he is pushed aside, your hear more voices, an odd swear word from Rex, and the next thing you know, a man smiling over you, bow tie and all. A very pregnant Martha and a protective Mickey appear behind him, Mickey glaring at Rex, who glares back. Shifting the baby into her father's arms, you stand up, grab the poker, and smack the Doctor's arm. He sighs, rubbing his arm; Mickey and Martha move forward and grab two of your own, and pull you out of the door, insisting that they'll have you back soon.

You hear a knock at the door, and some muffled voice. Your wife makes an angry sort of noise, snatches a water pistol from the table, and shouts something to the visitors, presuming that they are carol singers. You sigh and roll your eyes, but continue cooking, taking this opportunity to fix the mistake your wife just made with the potatoes, and say nothing. You've just taken the turkey from the oven, when she calls you to the front door. You call something back about not wanting to aid her in assaulting carol singers, and she calls you again, angrily this time. You throw down the over glove, and scuttle to the front door, to see the visitors. You only recognize one, you smile in relief and fondness. The two of you embrace briefly, and one of the people you don't recognize makes a saucy comment, throwing a wink to your wife. The Doctor opens his mouth to say something, but before he can, your wife squirts the Captain with her water pistol. You sigh, and gently prize the offending weapon from her grasp, and are introduced to Jack, Martha and Mickey. You smile, and your wife invites them inside for Christmas dinner.

You can't think when you've ever been happier.