Spoilers for The Angels Take Manhattan. Set between The angels take Manhattan and The Snowmen. I honestly didn't expect to turn out so sad. It just kind of happened

River was sitting down in her room looking at a calendar. She couldn't believe it's been exactly one month since her mum and dad (Amy and Rory) got sent back in time. She couldn't believe that it's been a month. It seems like it's been 3 years and yesterday at the same time. She missed them so much. She barely even them it seemed. Sure there was that time when she masqueraded as Amy best friend. She learned about her sure but it wasn't exactly a mother-daughter relationship which is what she wanted so that's why she acted up a lot. When her mum showed up as the doctor's companion she was worried about accidentally saying the wrong thing and saying spoilers.

She was so glad when she was able to reveal the truth to her. For a while there had been a type of mother-daughter relationship. You know, She was able to talk to her and get some motherly advice. Then that whole mess with the Weeping angels happened. It was her fault if she didn't write that book then maybe they would be still be here and her doctor wouldn't be so broken. She just started crying and it seemed like she couldn't stop. She must've been louder than she thought because the doctor walked in her.

"River, what's wrong?" He asked concerned and slightly scared probably because he's never seen her like this. She's always been strong and his rock.

"Oh it's nothing." She lied wiping the tears with the back of her hand.

"River don't lie to me." He said sternly sitting on the bed next to her.

"I'm not."

"River." He said in a don't mess with me tone

"Okay fine if you want to know it's about Amy and Rory."

His spine straightened. He ran his hand through his hair. Clearly he wasn't ready to talk about them.

"What about them?" He finally asked

"Do you know that's been about a month since that happened?" She asked him

She nodded as she held up the crossed off calendar for proof.

"Is that why you were crying?" He asked her after he looked at the calendar.

"Well...Partly." She said

"What's the other reason?" He asked her gently as he put a strand of her behind her ear.

"Well this whole thing is really my fault." She said breaking out to a sob in the middle of the sentence.

"Oh River." He said as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into his chest.

"It is though." She said muffled by the layers of clothes.

"How is it your fault?"

"If I didn't write that dumb stupid book then this whole thing could've been avoided." She said

"You had no choice in that matter. The book had to happen you know that. It was set point in time."

"I know but still."

"But nothing." He said in a firm voice.

They sat there with River sobbing in his chest and him stroking her hair. After a while she leaned out of his chest.

"Are you okay?" He asked her.

"I'm fine. Sorry for acting silly."

"You weren't. Those were your parents and you haven't had time to get over their deaths. You were more focused on me. During that day you kept your eye on the weeping angel so that I could mourn them." He said

She didn't even bother denying it.

"Sweetie." She said

"Yes?"

"Don't go." She said

"Wasn't planning to." He said "Why don't you take a nap."

"not tired." She said as she laid down on his lap.

"Course you're not." He said as he started stroking her hair.

She fell asleep slightly after that softly snoring.

He bent down and kissed her forehead. He draped a blanket over her. After a while he fell asleep as well. It wasn't so bad falling asleep with his wife in his arms. Since it happened so rarely.