Konichiwa~! This is a follow up from What He Doesn't Know Will Bug Him since some lovely reviewer (LadyOliviaRoxton) mentioned that she wondered if they do have children. Well, you know, two-month hiatus and what do fans do? Write like mad. I haven't decided on how long I want it to be, but it'll definitely be at least two chapters. Enjoy!

"Sweetie, I'm ba-a-" the Doctor stuttered to an awkward stop when he poked his head out of the TARDIS to greet his wife and was instead met with a rather fierce-looking two-headed man. "Oh. Er... Hello. You're not my wife." He licked the wall. "And this is a little bit too far into the century..."

"You're not my type anyway. What're ya doin' in my cell?" The man had a deadpan look on his faces, as if a big blue box just randomly materialising was not a rare occurence.

"Looking for my wife, obviously. Is this cell 426 of the Stormcage Containment Facility?" The Doctor made sure he kept the door closed enough that the man couldn't see into his ship. Although it might not really be such a surprise to him what was inside.

"Yeah. You talkin' 'bout that mad bat Doctor Song?"

A grin split over the Time Lord's face. "That's the one. Although she is mad, I wouldn't go so far as to call her a bat. Where'd they end up moving her to, there really can't be much of better cell for her, don't they know she'll end up killing the other prisoners if they annoy her too much? Not that it's a loss, no offense, criminals in Stormcage don't get put here for theft. Well, unless it's something like an entire planet, I've seen that before... Sorry! I'm the Doctor by the way."

With a roll of his eyes, the man stated with both mouths, "Doctor Song got 'erself a pardon few months back, which is rubbish if you ask me... Most 'einous criminal in the universe and they give 'er a pardon for being a little bit useful? Church is stupid, can't even keep a pretty girl like that locked up in 'ere if she smiles right."
"That's my wife you're talking about thank you very much, I'll let the 'little bit useful pretty girl' thing slide if you tell me where she went."

"'Eard 'er goin' on about buyin' a 'ouse on Gelliana when they took 'er out and locked me in. Yeah, nice of ya to say goodbye, too, whatever!" The man had started shouting at the TARDIS door as it slammed shut and the ship disappeared.

xXx

The Doctor's smile slipped from his face when he walked back out of Sexy and straight to staring down the barrels of about thirty sub-machine guns. "So I take it you lot remember me... To be fair, I always brought her back, and to my knowledge, she always immediately returned to her cell." No one responded, just gave him stoic glares. "Alright, come on, I'm relatively unarmed, so why don't you just tell me Doctor River Song's new address and I'll be on my merry way and you won't have to deal with me within your personal futures?"

xXx

Wine red. River had painted her house wine red. The same shade as his bow tie and braces. And she had always made fun of him for his style. Wine red was cool, and now she could never argue with his fashion sense. He marched up to the door and knocked briskly, plastering a goofy smile across his face and straightening his jacket.

The door was flung open a little more forcefully that he expected of his wife, and she had a slightly cross look on her face, which also was uncharacteristic. Her mood visibly brightened at the sight of the Doctor, but his smile slipped away.

"Hello sweetie! This is really unexpected."

His voice suddenly dropped to a whisper. "What... is that?"

River laughed throatily. "Very funny, acting like you've never seen our daughter before- ouch, Stormy, don't do that." She untangled the baby's hand from her hair and kissed it gently.

"I haven't," The Doctor said with great difficulty, the shock turning him hoarse. He was frozen in place, his eyes locked with those of the baby on his wife's hip.