A/N: Well, kids, it's been exactly one year since I started posting this story and we have finally reached the epilogue. My sincerest apologies that this story has taken as long as it has. It was never my intention! Huge thank yous to everyone who has stuck with my through this journey. Thank you to my amazing followers, to everyone who has favourited, and to all you lovely readers who have taken the time to review. I sincerely appreciate you all. If you're interested, I'm considering doing a series of "deleted scenes" from the time between Chapter Eighteen and the Epilogue in a seperate story. If you're interested and have any specific scenes you'd like to see, let me know either on here or my tumblr (emkaywho).

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~Epilogue~

"The gob on that brother of yours will never cease to amaze me."

Rose giggled as her husband gently slumped on their bed at the Tyler mansion, mindful of its occupants. She leaned over and placed a kiss atop his head. "Mmmm. Well, the bottomless pit that is your son's stomach will never cease to amaze me."

The Doctor grinned at the sight of his two month old son contently suckling Rose's breast, with no signs of stopping. "He's a growing lad. Imagine he'll probably end up eating us out of house and home once he's a teenager."

"Ugh. I'd rather not imagine it. My hormones are still a mess and I'll probably start sobbing...Oh, too late. Here comes the water works. This will make this, what? The fifth time I've cried today?"

"Your seventh, actually. Not that I've been counting or anything. But really, have no reason to be sad. Miles's teenage years are ages away."

She raised an eyebrow. "Oh yeah? Imagine how you'll feel when randy teenage blokes start showing up on our doorstep wanting to take Matilda out."

The Doctor narrowed his eyes at her as he quickly scooped his dozing daughter off of Rose's lap. "Oh, that's not playing fair, Rose Smith."

"Who said anything about playing fair," she teased, before looking down at her son. "Aren't you finished yet? It's past your bedtime." Two month old Miles Callum Smith looked up at her with bright, wide awake eyes, and a small smile tugging at his lips.

"Want me to have a go at getting him to sleep? I doubt he's eating out of hunger now anyway," he offered.

Rose smiled. "Nah. You know how he loves to jabber to you. You'll just rile him up more. You keep snuggling with the girl."

The Doctor was happy to comply, knowing how right she was. Miles clearly took after him and was a talker. It was helpful when Rose needed a break, as the Doctor could distract his son for hours with his words alone, but it was not so helpful at bed or nap time. Miles's twin sister was another story. Matilda Rose Smith was quiet and observant. Jackie often remarked that Rose was the exact same way as a babe. And where the Doctor rarely had any luck getting his son to sleep, it was the exact opposite with his daughter. Matilda loved nothing more that to snuggle and burrow into her father's chest. Feeling his little girl grow heavier in his arms, the Doctor leaned over and dimmed their bedroom lights, hoping it would help get her brother to sleep as well.

"His eyes are finally starting to droop, but he's fighting it," Rose whispered as her son's suckling began to slow.

"Do you think it will always be difficult to get him to sleep?" the Doctor asked, genuinely curious.

"God, I hope not, but knowing how long it takes you to go to sleep, then yes."'

"Oi!"

"Shhh!"

"Oi," he whispered. "I usually have very good reasons for wanting to stay awake. Reasons that involve you without any jimjams on."

She raised an eyebrow. "Oh, yeah? Well, sorry, husband dear, Owen said at my checkup a couple of days ago that I still needed a couple more weeks to recover."

The Doctor sighed. "I know, I know. I just miss you is all. Two months is a very long time to go without being with you."

"Gone longer," she thought to herself before realising she'd actually said it aloud. "Oh my god. I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like... I'm sorry. It's just been on my mind a lot today."

He winced. "It's fine. You're right. We have gone longer... and I never want to do that again. At least this time, we're together."

"Two years," she mused.

"Hm?"

"Tomorrow it will be two years since the accident. And, as of last night, it's been one year since I came home. So much as changed since that night two years ago. Do you remember how happy you were when I told you I was ready to start trying to have kids."

"And look at us now." He nodded to the babies in their arms. "We got there eventually."

"But we had to go through so much first. I put you through so much pain," she said, her voice thick with emotion.

"Rose, love, we've talked about this. Nothing that happened two years ago was your fault. Not the accident, not losing your memories, not even you leaving for awhile. You came back to me, both physically and mentally. We're stronger now than we ever were before."

"I know, I know. I'm just..."

"Hormonal?"

"Shut up," she chided with a giggle.

"You're right though. So much has changed. Things are still changing. For instance, the couple I caught snogging under the mistletoe on my way back from Tony's room," he supplied in a sing-song voice.

"What?! What couple!?"

"Shhh."

"What couple?" she whispered harshly.

"I'll give you a hint. One of them is a certain Northern bloke we know."

"Jake? But who was Jake kissing?"

The Doctor wiggled his eyebrows. "Oh, just a certain Scottish photographer."

Rose jaw dropped. "Jake... and Callum!? Callum and Jake? Are you kidding me right now?"

"Not in the slightest!"

"I didn't even... How did I not... I mean, I knew Jake sort of fancied him, but I didn't think Callum..."

"What?"

She shrugged. "Played for that team?"

The Doctor just chuckled. "Well, who knows. Maybe they both just had a bit too much of your mother's eggnog. Suppose we'll have to see if either one of them end up doing the walk of shame to their room in the morning."

"Damn, their rooms are on the other side of the mansion. They'll be hard to catch. You corner Jake in the morning after breakfast and I'll work on Callum."

"Deal."

Feeling a chill across her chest, Rose looked down at her son and realised her had finally unlatched and fallen asleep. "I think Miles is out. Ready to transfer?"

"Yep. Matilda's been in a dreamland for a bit already."

After each twin had been gently transferred to their respective cots, near their parent's bed, the Doctor and Rose collapsed on said bed. Now that the babies were asleep Rose could really use a shower. She knew she smelled lightly of spit up and there was a suspicious stain on her jogging trousers where Matilda's diaper may have possibly leaked earlier in the evening, but she couldn't find the energy to do so. She voiced this, curling into the Doctor's said.

He leaned forward and nuzzled the top of her head as he clasped their hands together. "Can I just say," he started quietly, "the domestic life with you, living our lives day after day, I love it. Even when you smell like spit-up."

She looked up and gave a wide tongue in teeth grin. "Me too. Although, I could do without the smells if given the option."

Their shared as laugh as the lounged on their bed, going over the day's events. They had shared their children's first Christmas with their family and the friends who had become their family. A day they would never forget.

With a peck to his lips, Rose asked the question she'd been dying to ask for sometime now. "How long are you going to stay with me."

"Forever," the Doctor dutifully and wholeheartedly replied.

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