Chapter Four

The Day I learned about Frost

We had been married for three years now. Everything was perfect. Our wedding day had been simple-our closest family and friends, on the field the day and place we met, right after our first date. Perfect.

"Honey, I'll be right back. Got to use the golden throne." She told me, walking off through the endless maze of hallways within the TARDIS.

"Alright. I'll just be reading here." I was sitting in the pool library, lounging on a pool chair, reading a wonderful book called "Shatter Me". I had my nose practically glued into the book, I was so absorbed in it. Then I heard my wife scream. I leapt up from the chair, dropping the book in the pool.

"Marianna? What's wrong, darling?" She screamed again, and came slipping and sliding through the door to the pool room.

"Absolutely nothing is wrong! It's perfectly wonderful!" She exclaimed, throwing herself at me. She was holding her sonic cellphone.

"I was checking myself for any illnesses, and then it told me….well, have a look for yourself!" She showed me the screen, and in the front image, was a picture of her smooth stomach, with big green letters on it saying 'Pregnant'. My hearts jumped in surprise.

"Oh my god…I'm…I'm…I'm going to be a father!" I yelled, jumping up and down with my wife.

"I'm so happy, dear!" She said, and I kissed her lips softly, agreeing with her.

"So, what should we name him or her?"

"Marianna Junior?" She laughed.

"Doctor Junior?" Now it was my turn to laugh.

"Moon? Sun? Storm? Skye? Melody? Melanie? Analie? Chress? Star?" She listed.

"Snow? Light? Freedom, Ambelu, Amerella, Venia? Cassedilia? Timmy? Ben? Luke? Sophie? Lilac? Cloud?" We looked at eachother.

"Frost, or Storm!" We both shouted together. I nodded. "If it's a girl, Frost. If it's a boy, Storm."

9 Months and two weeks later

My wife screamed and thrashed, her face scrunched in pain. Frost/Storm was being born. We did not know our child's gender yet.

"Push, Marianna, I can see the head!" The alien nurse said. She had scaly horns, but otherwise looked very human. Marianna screamed and yelled, gripping my hand so tightly that I could not feel any blood in it, but I didn't care. I was so filled with pride of my wife and child. Suddenly, a small, powerful cry erupted through the room. The nurse was holding a tiny little bundle.

"It's a little girl- congratulations!" Nurse Tess handed Marianna our baby. She sighed and panted, holding the tiny little bundle in her arms. I began to read her movements.

Hmmm….mommy, you smell nice…where am I? Boy, you really have pretty voices. I like your eyes. I feel suddenly…so….sleepy…The baby said to us. Many timelords could speak baby, including me and Marianna.

"Frost. And her middle name should be Marianna." I said happily. My wife smiled at me lovingly. Then, she said my real name with a tenderness like no other.

"If you say so, Mason darling."

Days of Frost; pt. 3 of chapter 3

Yesterday had been Frost's fifth birthday. It had been adorable, we had a big dance with our family and friends. Frost danced and hopped around, and she told me she felt like she deserved to own the word 'dancing' now. I sat down at the table, sighing. I pulled out my sonic screwdriver and played with it a little. I could hear little footsteps, muffled by snowy white slippers, padding towards me. I pretended not to hear anything, and toddled with the screwdriver a little more. Then the little body of my daughter, Frost, leapt up onto my back. I gasped and yelled in mock surprise.

"Booo! Haha! Papa, did I scare you?"

"Oh yes! You scared me terribly. Oh, I did never expect that. Did you ever expect…."I reach over my arm and layed her on my lap. She giggled, and I began to tickle her wildly. "This?" She kept giggling like a little crazy person.

"Now, what are these two wild animals doing in my kitchen? I think I'll have to lure them out with a picnic lunch!" Marianna said, walking into the room, carrying a large picnic basket.

"Yay! Picnic's are wonderful! What year? Where? What day?"

"The year 1002, springtime, Earth. 12:05 O'clock. The day mama and I met. And, the day we got married." I told her, remembering the very moment with detail.

"Ooh! Yay! Do you have any Pancakes in there, Mama?"

"Always, little snowman." She poked Frost's nose, and Frost sneezed.

"Say 'Scuse' me!'" I told her.

"Scweese me!" She exclaimed, and rubbed her face in my sleeve.

"Well, thanks for that wonderful gift!" I said, standing up to change my shirt. I ruffled her curly head of hair. She laughed and ran to her mother, clinging to her jeans.

X The picnic

"Daddy, can you give me a pwiggy back wide?" Frost asked me sweetly.

"Of course, Frost. Hop on! Hold on tight though, I don't want you wasting any regenerations." She nodded enthusiastically and clambered up my back, gripping my shoulders tightly with her little hands. I danced around in a circle, my back buckling a little under her weight. I ran around the blanket in a circle, making sounds like a pony.

"Wee! Go pony, go!" She said, her head bobbing up and down. Marianna began to clap her hands in a pattern, and started singing a old gallifreyan dancing tune. I did not notice the swish of movement in the forest. I looked over my shoulder at Frost, whom was slowly going limp against my back. She let out a soft little yawn.

"Looks like somebody is getting sleepy," I told her in a sing song voice.

"No…never…" She murmured, her eyes fluttering closed. I slowed down and Marianna pulled her gently from my back, cradling her in her arms. I quickly pulled together the food and blanket, carrying the basket. Together we walked back to the TARDIS.