[A/N: Please know that this was not written alone. I wrote it with a friend named Bea

Bea and I literally spent over five months writing this and are still going. Yes, it will be very long, but it's exciting and emotions and things. Anyway, huge thanks to obsessedsoul ( ) for a whole lot of inspiration and also letting me use the baby name they came up with. You should totally read their stories, they are amazing! Also thank gingerbritishgypsyelf ( ) for inspiration as well. Obviously, the writing improves more as you read it.

Lastly (Just so you know) I was the one writing the Doctor and Bea was the one writing River. We both shared writing the other characters.]

Ch 1
River stumbled through the doors of a familiar blue ship. Maybe she shouldn't have had that last glass of wine at the after party, but she was competing against Jack Harkness after all. If she had lost, she would have never heard the end of it. River was proud at her self for out drinking him, but in fairness, he did die a few times of alcohol poisoning. She walked in grabbing onto the railing to walk up to the console platform. She tripped over something she couldn't see, which was likely her own two feet, and ended up sprawled on the floor, her wrist as a funny angle. She attempted to get up but searing pain started to radiate from her wrist. "Doctor," she called out, not really knowing if he was even in the TARDIS. Foot steps could be heard coming up the stairs from under the console.
The Doctor was still wearing his ridiculous goggles as he rushed over to her. "River! What happened?"
She let out a very un-River like giggle when she saw him in his goggles. "Doctor, what are you wearing?" She asked, her words slurring together due to the fact that she was highly intoxicated at the moment.
"They're my work goggles" He said, a little taken back. "River are... are you drunk?"
"No, silly, I'm not drunk. I'm absolutely, positively, completely sober." She smiled up at him, then tried to push herself to her feet again, wincing as she put weight on her wrist again.
"No, you are absolutely, positively, completely drunk." He looked her up and down. "What happened to your wrist?"
She frowned slightly, rubbing her aching wrist, "I fell on it, but I'm fine." She lied, "And I already told you, I'm not drunk. I don't get drunk."
"Sure you don't." He decided it best not to argue with her. "Here sit down" He tried to guide her to the pilot seat.
"I'm fine, I'm fine." She insisted, stumbling away from him. "Let's go somewhere."
"No. You need to sit, and I need to take a look at your wrist." He insisted. She rolled her eyes.
"Fine." She grumbled, sitting down in the pilot seat. He delicately cupped her wrist in his hand, staring at it intently. She squirmed uncomfortably in the seat, watching him examine her wrist which was already starting to bruise pretty badly.
"You've broken your wrist, River. Did you hurt anything else when you fell?" He asked concerned, pulling out his sonic.
"I don't think so, maybe...I don't know." She sighed, trying to push the sonic away from her with her good hand.
"Hey. River I'm using this to fix you. I think I have a bone setting on here somewhere"
"No, I'm fine. It doesn't need to be fixed." She tried pulling her wrist away from him, looking away. "I don't want you fixing my problems."
"It's not a problem. It's an actual, physical.. thing!" She was so hard to work with drunk. "You broke your wrist. Like... bones! I have to heal that"
"No, you don't. I don't want you to, I'm fine." She stood up, swaying a bit. He quickly took hold of her shoulders, steadying her.
"You want to walk around all night with a throbbing pain in your wrist? And don't say it doesn't hurt, because I know it does no matter how much you can hide your pain"
"I don't want you to fix it with that." She frowned, nodding towards the sonic, "It will hurt if you try and fix it. Besides, it will heal on it's own eventually." He grumbled. He was never going to win this.
"Will you at least let me put a cast on it? If it's going to heal on its own, it needs a cast."
"Am I making you cross with me?" She asked quietly, disregarding his request to put a cast on her wrist.
"No, River. Not at all." He gave a weak smile. "I care about you and I just want you to be safe. It's just a bit hard to ensure that when you resist my help" He admitted.
"I'm sorry, I'm such a disappointment to you." She whispered, looking down at her feet. She didn't drink or get drunk very often, and it was obviously wreaking havoc on her brain.
"Oh, River. You're not a disappointment to me." He stepped closer wanting nothing more than to just hold her in his arms. "Far from it. You are the best thing that's happened in my life." He liked to try his best to avoid fighting with her when she was drunk, mostly because of how quickly the mood could change.
"But I'm not letting you help me." She sniffed, standing still so he could hold her, "And I always let you down, especially now." He pulled her into his arms, rubbing her back.
"Now? You aren't letting me down. You don't want to be fixed. I should respect your wishes, and not force you to do anything you don't want to."
"I don't want to be a burden on you." She wrapped her good arm around his neck, gripping onto him tightly, "I don't want to disappoint you."
"You are anything but a disappointment, River. You are a privilege to have in my life. I'm so glad I have that privilege" He smiled into her blonde curls.
"But I am a disappointment, you just don't know because I just never told you that I had a miscarriage." She blurted out, her grip on him tightening.
His face fell. "A... miscarriage?." He tried to avoid River when she was drunk because of spoilers like these, but they were both married at this point so there weren't many spoilers left. He held her closer, like something bad would happen if he let go. "Oh River. It wasn't your fault. Nothing that happened was your fault. You're not a disappointment and don't you ever think for a second that you are." She wanted to cry, but held back her tears, not wanting to upset him by crying.
"I'm sorry, I'm so, so sorry."
"It's okay, River. Don't blame yourself." He choked back tears of him own. "I'm the one who should be saying that to you, anyhow" He tried to lighten the mood
"Why would you ever think that?" She asked, blinking back tears.
"You went thought that on your own. How long ago was it, River? You had a miscarriage without telling me and you had to deal with those emotions on your own until now. I'm sorry that you had to go through all of this. I'm sorry"
"It's alright." She whispered, "It wasn't your fault you weren't there, I don't blame you. It was almost a month ago. I was planning on telling you I was pregnant, but I never got the chance." He pulled away from her to look at her face.
"Then how about I give you the chance? Let's try for a baby" He said with a hint of excitement in his tone. She stared at him for a moment, trying to process what he had just said,
"What?"
"A baby, River." A grin crept onto his face. "I mean, why not? We'd be brilliant parents!"
"Do you really think so? Don't you think this is a bit impulsive?" She asked, her eyes wide.
"Not at all. We've been married for ages, it's about time we start a family of our own, yeah?"
She started to smile, "I'd love to start a family of our own." He beamed, pulling her lips to his in a passionate kiss. She practically melted against him, her fingers running through his hair. He placed a hand on her hip, holding her close. He ended the kiss, taking her by the good hand and giving a small pull towards the bedroom.
"Come on" She smiled as she gripped onto his hand, letting him lead her to the bedroom.

River pressed her forehead against his chin, trying to catch her breath as she lay beneath him. He rolled on to his back, a smile on his face. "Do you think it worked this time?"
"I hope so." She smiled, curling up against him, "But even if it didn't, I wouldn't mind trying again."
"Neither would I." He wore a goofy grin on his face. "Still don't want a cast?"
"I don't need one, I'm fine." She lied, pressing a light kiss to his chest.
"If you say so..." He said, wrapping his arms around her waist. "What do you think our child will be like, River?"
"I don't know..." She murmured, "But I hope our baby will be just as loving and kind as you."
He pressed a kiss to her cheek. "Thank you darling." He thought a moment. "If it's a girl. I want them to have your curls."
"Which would you want?" She asked, smiling softly "A girl or a boy?"
"At the moment, a girl. I can't imagine anything but a miniature you running around the TARDIS."
She laughed, "A miniature me? Are you sure you want another me running around?"
"Yes. You're wonderful and I can't get enough of you" He laughed
"Oh, stop it." She smiled, her cheeks flushing light pink.
"Never." He loved making her flustered since it was a rare occasion that she was the one who was blushing and not him.
She giggled, "Really? Never?"
"Not ever" He confirmed, nuzzling his face in to her neck.
"Well, I think I could get used to that." She grinned.
"How long do we have to wait to find out?"
"I don't know, a few days maybe? Probably a week."
He groaned. "That's too long if you ask me"
"I'm sorry, sweetie." She smiled, knowing how impatient he was. She kissed the tip of his nose in attempt to stop him from pouting. He was too excited not to smile. He beamed at her, throwing his arms around her happily.
"We're going to be parents!"
She laughed, hugging him tightly, "Don't get too excited, I said we'll have to do a test in a few days to be absolutely positive."
"And I'm sure it will be." His cheeks hurt from smiling so much, but he couldn't stop. Her smile faltered, her happiness suddenly deflating.
"W-what. What is it, River?" He asked, very concerned.
"What if I have another miscarriage?" She asked, "What if something happens and I lose the baby?"
He rubbed her shoulder to sooth her. "Then we try again. But that won't happen this time. This time it'll work"
She blinked back the tears that had formed rather quickly, "I hope you're right."
"Trust me. It'll all work out. I promise" He hugged her tight. "It'll be okay"
"I'm going to get huge." She quickly changed the subject, not wanting to dwell on it any longer.
He hummed. "I can't wait."
"You can't? I'm not so sure you're going to be happy about saying that in a few months."
"Just because you may not be looking forwards to it, doesn't mean it can't."
She sighed, "You're right. And gaining all that weight will be worth it."
"Absolutely." They stayed up for a little while talking about what it would be like when the baby came, before they drifted off the sleep.
A week passed quicker than the Doctor expected. He waited outside the bathroom that River had disappeared into a few minutes ago with the pregnancy test. River opened the door to the bathroom, looking disappointed and quickly wrapped her arms around him, seeking comfort.
"Negative?" He expected he was right but wanted to hear it from her.
A smile began to spread across her face as she shook her head. She had only been playing with him. "Positive. I'm pregnant."
He giggled. "What'd I tell you. I told you it'd work" He lifted her up and spun her around. "We're going to be parents!"
She laughed as he lifted her up and spun her, "We're going to be parents." She echoed, smiling up at him.
"Our impossible child" He set her down, pressing a palm to her stomach. "How's that wrist of yours?"
"It's still sore." She covered his hand with her good one, sugar-coating how she really felt.
It probably wasn't even worth it to ask, but he did any way. "And you're still refusing a cast?"
She sighed, "Doctor, I've already told you I don't need a cast."
"Doesn't hurt to ask" He kissed her on the top of the head. "Come on. I want to check something"
"Check what?" She asked.
"Everything!" He said excitedly, dragging her to the console room. "Scan: River Song" He ordered the TARDIS. She smiled, her excitement matching his as she stood still, letting the TARDIS scan her over. He watched the screen intently as data appeared on it:
River Song/Melody Pond: Fetus detected- Full Time Lord.
Gestation period, eight months.
One week pregnant
She stared up at the screen, still in a mix of shock and happiness.
"Probably should've mentioned that Time Lord pregnancies are shorter than human's."
She shrugged, "The shorter the better I suppose."
"Yes." He gazed down at her. "You are a wondrous thing, River Song"
"I'm glad you think so." She beamed up at him.
"Any morning sickness yet?"
"Not yet, thankfully. But it's only been a week."
"Well I hope you like saltines. It will be just about the only thing you'll be able to keep down"
She frowned, "Wonderful, I'm certainly not looking forward to that."
"I'm sure you can handle it" He assured her "You can do just about anything." He bopped her on the nose.
She smiled weakly, her nose scrunching up as he bopped it. "Thank you."