So you know what's not really amusing at all? When I finally have a laptop that works really well, the internet decides to go out. For three days. I finally figured out to reset it yesterday, although I wouldn't have been able to figure it out so easily if my mom's Mac wasn't so awesome. It practically repaired it for me. Woot.

Anyway, sorry for the delay. Hope you like this chapter, please review! :)

As was to be expected, Rory and Lorelei's children got on fabulously with the Doctor. While they waited for supper—which Jenny and River had relieved them from helping with by volunteering—he regaled them with stories that left their eyes wide as the planets described in them, their mouths agape. Mia took instantly to Ian, and would have also claimed Jenna if Amy let her. It wasn't just Amy who was protective of the newborn; everyone seemed to think her recovery was too good to be true. Of course, that didn't stop Rory's eldest from crawling up on the sofa next to Amy, her cascade of blond hair falling into her face as she stared at the sleeping infant.

"What's her name?" Mia asked, looking up at Amy. Her eyes were like a sky on a clear, cloudless day and filled to the brim with childlike wonder.

"Jenna." Amy smiled. "What's yours?"

"Mia." The girl wrinkled her nose. "Well, actually it's Amelia, but I don't like it when people call me that. It's just too…"

"Fairytale?" Amy finished for her, her grin widening.

Mia nodded enthusiastically. "Exactly. How'd you know?"

"Because your mother and I named you after her." Rory suddenly appeared, having gone upstairs to change from his nurse's uniform into street clothes.

"Really?" Mia seemed quite pleased with this bit of information. Amy had fascinated her from the moment she'd walked—or rather, was helped—through the back door.

Amy chuckled. "Honestly, Rory, did you really have to saddle someone else with that name?"

Rory shrugged. "We liked it. Besides, I don't think Leadworth could survive without at least one Amelia occupying it." He ruffled his daughter's hair. "Mia, why don't you go set the table?"

Although Mia was reluctant to leave, she did as he said. Like many children her age, she considered setting the table as the highest privilege. Once she was gone, Rory turned his attention to Amy, sinking into the armchair that was adjacent to her.

"So how have things been? You know, with him." It was clear enough who 'him' was.

"Fine. No, amazing. You wouldn't believe the things I've seen, Rory. The places I've been. And being with him…it makes everything even better."

"And he's been taking care of you okay?"

"Of course. Really, you don't need to be worrying about me."

"I can't help it. After what happened with Prisoner Zero…and to think you're facing stuff like that every day...and with two children, to top it off."

Amy reached out a hand to cover his, squeezing it reassuringly. "I'm fine, I promise. This is the life I chose, and I'm still glad I did. Yeah, there's always going to be some kind of danger—and quite a bit of running involved, I might add—but I'd most likely be getting into trouble just as bad if I'd stayed here."

"Well, you're probably right about that," Rory said with a small grin.

"Oi!"

"Hey, you said it first."

Just then, the Doctor bounded into the room, interrupting them. "Food's ready! Come along, Pond."

After Jenna was placed in an old baby sleeper that the Williams children had each had a turn in, the Doctor carried Amy to her place at table, ignoring her protests that she really could walk on her own. Jenny brought in Ian and put him in a high chair—also a Williams hand-me-down—scooting it next to her own chair in order to allow Amy some peace while she ate. Ian wasn't entirely pleased with this arrangement at first, but once he discovered that it was Jenny who would be feeding him, he decided not to make too much of a fuss.

The oak table in the dining room had been extended as far as it could go, and even with mismatched chairs squeezed in wherever there was room, the younger children had to be moved to the kitchenette table to eat their supper. Once everyone was seated, Lorelei brought in the meal, which consisted of fresh-out-of-the-oven stromboli and tossed salad with toasted almonds and feta cheese. When the main course was finished, a pound cake dressed in homemade whipped cream and sugared strawberries was produced, disappearing almost as quickly as liberal slices were cut and passed around.

"That was incredible, Lorelei. I mean it," Amy sighed, pushing away from the table. This was the first time she'd felt full in months; Jenna had made sure of that.

Lorelei smiled demurely. "Glad you enjoyed it. Have any room for tea, by chance?"

Amy thought about this. If she sat up straighter and inhaled deeply, there seemed to be a small amount of space in her stomach where tea could be fit in nicely. "I believe so," she announced.

They took their tea in the modestly-sized sitting room, nibbling on biscuits and petit fours that Lorelei had generously supplied but that most of them were too stuffed to eat much of. Jack unblushingly told a few colorful jokes, which he clearly thought to be excellent conversation starters but left everyone but Jenny chuckling nervously. Thankfully he managed to smooth it over, launching into the tale of how he and Jenny had met and their search for the Doctor. Rory was mildly alarmed to find that the blonde was also the Doctor's daughter, although he relaxed considerably upon learning that she was neither the result of another relationship nor Amy's eldest child.

As the conversation wore on, Amy's eyelids began to flutter, the warmth of Jenna's body in her arms and the Doctor's shoulder against her cheek sending her into a lull.

"Oh by the way, Amy, you might want to pop in on your Aunt Sharon before you leave Leadworth; give her a little peace of mind. She still doesn't believe you're alright, despite all these years of me assuring her that you are," Rory remarked.

Amy sat up, her fatigue forgotten in an instant. Her heart began to pound nervously.

"Sounds like a brilliant idea, don't you think, Amy?" The Doctor asked brightly, entirely missing—as usual—the panicked expression on her face.

"No it does not. Ten years or no, she'll kill you in a heartbeat!"

"Oh come on, she can't be that bad."

"Yes. Yes she can. You didn't live with her for twenty one years; you have no idea what she can be like."

"Ah, but you seem to have forgotten that I'm worse than everybody's aunt. And therefore I think I'm capable of surviving a short visit with this Aunt Sharon."
"You say that now. Just wait till you meet her."

"So we're going then? Marvelous."

Amy narrowed her eyes at her husband. She would have argued with him further if she had the strength for it. "Fine! We'll go. But only if I get some kip in first. I'm not facing Aunt Sharon unless I have all my wits about me. I'm telling you now, though: Don't say I didn't warn you."

Mmm, stromboli. Had it for the first time when I went over to my friend's house for a Doctor Who marathon. It's, like, heaven. Honest.