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I, however much I want to, do not own Doctor Who. *sigh*.
My head is stuck in the clouds
He was sitting at a small table, just outside a cafe in Paris. His wife was just a few moments late, her vortex manipulator probably shorting out again.
The sky was quite clear, this evening. The man looked up, noting the shining stars he'd visited.
"Hello, sweetie,"
The man looked at the woman with a certain reverence. She took the seat across from him, taking the small glass and taking a long sip of champange. "River," said the man.
"Doctor," She breathed. Their hands touched with an electric shock. "I'm pregnant." River murmured without a single pause.
The Doctor felt his eyes widen. "What?"
"A baby, Doctor," River said, her eyes glistening.
The Doctor's pain was far worse, though. He knew the end was coming for River. He knew the pain they would both suffer for so long. He knew the baby, their baby, wouldn't live. He knew, that in the few seconds before he responded, he had to live out his own personal hell. And it wouldn't ever leave his mind. "A baby?" His voice shifted from sorrowful to excited, all part of the painful facade.
River let out a sigh of relief and smiled. "Let's walk, shall we?"
They both rose from their seats and linked arms. "I love you, River," The Doctor whispered into her bouncy curls their child would've inherited.
Her lips curled into a smile as she looked up into the starry sky. "It'll dream of the stars, won't it?"
The Doctor merely nodded, nearly breaking down in front of River. "Oh, yes."