I Do not own Doctor Who! Yet...
Just a short chapter, mostly fluff i think, angst fluff,... hopefully answered something...? not sure. Enjoy!
"There we go..." He looked at the banana he'd slopped down Gwyn's front, her bright eyes watching him above cheeks that were pink and sticky. "Right...bath time. AMY!"
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Amy looked over where the Doctor sat cross legged beside the bath, swirling the bubbles with her hand. He was grinning at his daughter, pulling faces while she giggled breathlessly, he caught her staring and his he scowled instantly.
"What are you looking at Pond?" He harrumphed, looking away self consciously.
"Nothing." She smiled slightly and shook her head, forcing herself to look away. "So...How are yer' 'tests' going? You found anything?"
"No. Too many energy signatures, even for the Tardis, keeps scrambling her circuits, poor dear." He looked at the ceiling fondly. "Takes a bit of sorting out, but she'll get it. She's a clever old girl, my Tardis, never failed me yet." He turned back to Gwyn, who was staring in wonder at the foam coating her fingers. "Ah, bubbles!" The Doctor grinned at her. "Great thing bubbles, never take a bath without them, eh Gwyn? There just isn't a point." He scooped some suds up on his finger, dotting it onto the infant's nose with a smile. The baby grinned, splashing excitedly. Amy laughed with the Doctor as water sprayed everywhere, splashing off the walls like the echo of Gwyneth's joy.
Amy watched him, the Doctor and his daughter. The last of the Time Lords... and she thinks of the time, so long ago, when she had asked the Doctor about his children and the silence that had stretched after, the question ignored. The Doctor had been a father. He had lost so much in his time war. More then she thinks he had ever hoped to gain again. But here he sat, the Doctor and his Impossible Child. The adventure he'd been missing for so long. Staring at them she felt a great sadness fill her and her mind strayed to River, the daughter she'd lost and found, in the wrong order, and the childhood they'd both missed out on, and Rory...her poor, wonderful husband. How she wished she could give him what they both longed for so much. Poor, sweet...
"Where's Rory?" Amy demanded suddenly, cutting the Doctor and Gwyn's water war short.
"Oh don't worry. He went to get Gwyn an outfit from the Tardis."
"You sent Rory to pick out girl's clothes?"
"Oh, he'll be fine! The Tardis will help him."
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In the Tardis wardrobe.
"Right. Which one do you think?" Rory looked around at the floors of unsorted clothing. A light pink dress fell down into his hands. "Right. Good. Perfect." Rory turned to leave when more clothing began flying from it's place and filling his arms. "Right, uh...You do know she can only where one thing at a time?" His only answer was a pair of overalls in the face, the onslaught of cute clothes never ending. "Um, Doctor?!...Hel-" His cries were cut short by a set of stocking jamming into his mouth.
What was it with woman and baby clothes?
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Far away, on an impossible planet, just after the beginning of time, Rose Tyler pulled herself to her feet, the blanket falling from her waist, and looked around at a universe she had thought never to see again.
