Wendy was rolling around on the floor in her starred blue dress. The Doctor- John Smith- was casually reading a book on the couch. Every few paragraphs he would look down to his little girl to see how she was doing. She seemed content to just roll around on the blanket he had lain out for her. He laughed softly at her consistent talking, or babbling baby talk as Rose heard it.
"Doctor?" Rose called from the kitchen. She still called him that when they were alone. He would always and forever be the Doctor to her. Not glancing up from his book he called back, "yes?"
"Do you have a preference on dinner tonight? I was going to make spaghetti." He was about to reply when Wendy started to mumble.
"I want to try." Looking down at her from his book he smiled softly. Rose didn't know he could understand babies. She loved to coo at their little girl and guess what Wendy was saying when she babbled back. Setting his book aside he stopped Wendy mid roll. She lay on her back with her head by his feet. Deep brown eyes stared up at him confused. Her short blonde-brown hair was tangled in knots and her tiny hands clenched when she found he was stopping her from rolling. "Papa." She grumbled. His heart fluttered. If only Rose could hear Wendy say Papa and Mama.
"Doctor? Is everything all right in there?" Noticing his silence she called to him. The Doctor tickled Wendy's nose, making her smile before going back to reading his book.
"Yes, spaghetti is fine Rose dear. Would you like any help?" Rose yelled no. Last time they had cooked together he nearly burnt the kitchen down. Laughing at the memory, she got to cooking. A slight movement in his book caught his eye. He wasn't moving his book. Once again it moved slightly, as though someone was gently pushing on it. Moving the book down a tad, his daughters head appeared. His eyes went wide. Wendy giggled happily at her fathers expression.
"ROSE." The Doctor didn't know what to do. Their daughter had lifted herself up to standing. A distant memory of his first child standing for the first time appeared. He pushed it back quickly. Where was Rose? "Rose," he called loud enough as not to scare Wendy. "Come here! Bring the camera."
Rose rushed out of the kitchen with one of their many cameras. They kept a camera or two in each room, constantly taking pictures of themselves and their daughter. Nothing was to be missed. Rose smiled at the Doctors wild smile and her daughter's happy giggles. Snapping a few pictures she moved closer. "She could take her first few steps right now." The Doctor mumbled. Wanting her to walk he stood up. Wendy clung to her father's leg. He smile disappeared and was replaced with confusion.
"Come now Wendy, you can do it. Go to Mama," Wendy had her fathers complete attention. Rose loved how attentive he was to Wendy. How much he loved her. Both of them. Surprising Rose, Wendy let go of her father. Carefully and extremely wobbly she turned to her Mama. Rose gasped, snapping more pictures. Both parents crouched down to her level. Wendy got a determined look on her face, one that reminded Rose so much of her husbands. Three long steps later Wendy collapsed into her mothers open arms. Rose and the Doctor shouted in delight. Rose scooped Wendy up into her arms, spinning. The Doctor took pictures with a camera he had grabbed. Happiness burst from his heart. Rose and Wendy were all he needed now.
"Ice cream!" He heard his daughter say. Rose rubbed her nose with Wendy's. Her eyes shone with a pride only a mother could have.
"I wish I knew what you were saying." Rose said through kisses on Wendy and the Doctor's cheeks. He chuckled. If only she knew.
"How about we skip dinner and celebrate? Ice cream?" His eyes held a twinkle she used to see when they were traveling the worlds in the TARDIS. Wendy seemed to get excited at the last word. She gave in.
"Ice cream for dinner it is!"