I guess I'll keep this story going with its million chapters lol, just so you guys don't have to go story alert another one. Thanks for the input, by the way.

Just to warn you, fluffiness shall ensue in this chapter.

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They were back in front of the TARDIS, saying goodbye once more. It was a balmy night, with the gentlest of breezes winding through the grove, and it seemed like the world was thanking them for saving it.

"Until later, then," the Doctor said to the woman who was still a mystery to him and Amy.

"Not too much later, though. We'll meet again shortly, but this time I won't know you," River responded. Her blue eyes sparkled, and she smiled. "It will be an interesting meeting, have no fear." She turned to Amy. "Take care of yourself, now. I want to still be a godmother when I get back to my time. And I know this is completely pointless advice, but try not to give the Doctor too much strife. He only does what he thinks is best for you."

"I know." Amy grinned and hugged the woman. "See ya."

River patted the girl on the back, waved one last time to the both of them, and then went to join the waiting Helena. The archaeologist had recovered somewhat, but it was clear that the expressionless front she put on was to hide the endlessly deep hurt within. Together they tapped their vortex manipulators and disappeared with a spark of time electricity.

"Hope that woman didn't put any ideas into your head," the Doctor commented, holding open the door for his wife.

Amy patted him lightly on the cheek. "Like I've said before, you worry too much," she said as she stepped into the TARDIS. It felt good to be home again, and she walked up the steps to the console and laid an affectionate hand on the console's central column.

The Doctor came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, his hands cupping her slightly expanded tummy. "You're magnificent, you know that?" He muttered leaving a trail of kisses from her ear to her shoulder.

"One of these days you're going to run out of adjectives for me, Doctor," Amy laughed, a tingling warmth spreading through her body.

"Only because all the good ones will have already been used by then. And then I'll have to start using ones like 'idiotic' and 'harebrained'."

"Oh you don't want to go there, Doctor. I am a master when it comes to insults."

"I can believe that." The Doctor's lips moved back to her neck. Her eyes slid shut, and then suddenly she gasped. Immediately on the alert, the Doctor pulled away. "You okay?" He asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just…I'm not sure, but I think the baby kicked. I thought they weren't even supposed to move around this early."

"Oh, I forgot to mention that Gallifreyan young are a little different from those of humans. They develop at a faster rate and are also quite a bit sturdier. Two hearts and all."

"It felt so weird. I can't imagine getting used to this." Amy frowned at her midsection, remembering what Beetroot had said about her being one of the 'mothers of future generations'. She couldn't help feeling like she was unprepared for this, like she wasn't ready to bring another Time Lord into the impossible world they lived in.

The Doctor kissed her forehead supportively and then fiddled with the controls, sending them back up into deep space. Amy noted that he was careful to use the stabilizers this time. As she watched him pilot his ship, her eyelids began to droop, and she yawned.

"Alright, bedtime," the Doctor announced after the third yawn. Amy didn't even bother protesting as he took her by the arm and dragged her to their room. He helped her get ready for bed and then lay down with her, loosening his bowtie and placing it on the nightstand nearby. Amy relaxed into him, falling asleep in seconds.

The morning air smelled of cinnamon oatmeal, waking Amy up fairly quickly. Mechanically her hand reached over to her husband's side of the bed and found it empty. After sitting up and waiting for the unsettled feeling in her stomach to pass, Amy swung her legs over the bed and padded to the kitchen.

The Doctor was there of course, wearing a laughably frilly apron and stirring a steaming pot of sugary, cinnamony goodness on the stove. Amy snuck up behind him.

"Mornin!"

The Doctor yelped in surprise, the oatmeal-coated wooden spoon in his hand flying across the kitchen and sticking to the opposite wall like glue. "Amelia! What do you think you're doing out of bed?"

"Getting breakfast, of course. You can't just make something that smells that good and not expect me to pop up in a matter of seconds."

"Well I want you to march straight back there. I'm bringing breakfast to you this morning."

"That's real sweet of ya, but I don't really need to—"

The Doctor, however, was set in his decision. He herded her out of the kitchen and back into the bed, pulling the covers up to her chin. "Now just rest awhile. I'll only be five minutes, I promise." With that he dashed out of the room.

"But I'm not tired anymore!" Amy called after him, her words falling on deaf ears. She sighed and fell back into the pillow, wondering if this was what River meant. If so it was going to be a long nine months. Or whatever the gestation period was for Time Lords, she hadn't thought to ask.

Thankfully, the promised food appeared moments later in the form of the oatmeal, French toast, and orange juice, all arranged nicely on a tray with a lace placemat. The Doctor sat it on her lap and then perched at the foot of the bed, an eager expression on his face. He wasn't disappointed. Amy made quick work of everything he had prepared for her, to the point where not one crumb was left. When she was done she looked up at him with pleading eyes. "Can I have fish custard too?"

The Doctor was taken aback. "You're still hungry?"

"I am eating for two now, ya know."

The Doctor shook his head and headed back to the kitchen with the tray, hoping his fish fingers and custard supply would last over the next couple of months. He wasn't sure exactly how limitless the TARDIS's supply of them was.

They ate the strange snack together, dipping out of a mixing bowl to avoid having to go back for seconds. When at last Amy's bottomless pit of a stomach was full, she sighed and curled up against the Doctor, feeling sleepy once more.

"So what do you think it's going to be, a boy or a girl?" Amy asked, fiddling with the buttons on his red-striped sleeve.

"I could tell you, if you'd like. Or would you prefer to wait until it's born?"

"I never understood those idiots who insist on waiting until the birth to find out the gender. I mean seriously, what's the point? Neutral nursery colors are annoying."

The Doctor chuckled and pulled his sonic out of his pocket. He changed the setting on it to scan and waved it slowly over her abdomen. As soon as the screwdriver started beeping he brought it up to inspect it. "It's a boy."

Amy couldn't help beaming. "A son. I'm—we're having a son." She locked her gaze on his, a maternal look radiating in her green eyes. "Bet you're happy about that."

"Frankly I wouldn't mind if it was a girl. As long as she grew up to be just as wild and headstrong and frustrating as you."

Taking this as a compliment, Amy brushed her lips against his, glad that whatever hard times were ahead he would be there with her through them all.

There was a couple reasons I wanted the Doctor and Amy's first to be a boy. One was that in most of the 11/Amy fics out there where they have a kid, it's a daughter, and I wanted this to be different. Also, I liked the idea of both the Master and the Doctor having sons; kinda goes with the human wives parallel. Lastly, I just thought it'd be cute, although a daughter would be cute too. Maybe they'll have one later :)