Tracking down the Doctor was a bit more complicated that River expected. He was always on the move, and according to Jack, was useless when it came to the telephone. After looking for him at both the library and museum where he sometimes volunteered, she finally caught up to him when Jack directed her to his new "flat of the month."

She checked the address several times, thinking through what she was going to say before she steeled herself, adjusted her (low-cut) top, reapplied her lipstick, and took the few steps necessary in her magnificent heels to the door, not allowing herself to hesitate as she knocked four times.

She heard a crash from the inside, and a definite "ow!" before a man, even younger than his photo made him seem, stuck his head out of the door.

"Doctor?" she enquired. "Do you remember me? River Williams? From Martha and Mickey's wedding."

"Whose wedding?" he asked, opening the door all the way and adjusting his- was that a bowtie?! and trying nervously to tame his ridiculously floppy hair.

"Mar- the wedding you crashed about 2 months ago." River reminded pointedly.

"Oh. Oh! River Williams. Course I remember. I remember everyone. Love the hair, by the way. What- erm. Did you- that is- can I help you with something?" He licked his lips nervously and fidgeted his hands in front of him as he looked at her in confusion.

"Well." River looked down, trying and failing to remember her speech in the presence of this man's total… ineptitude. "It's- You see." Nothing for it. "I'm pregnant."

"Oh." The Doctor's hands really fidgeted now, his tongue coming out to lick his lips even more anxiously than before.

"Oh?" River repeated, narrowing her eyes at him.

"Congratulations?" he had the nerve to hedge tentatively.

River was speechless as she stared at the man who didn't even have the decency to invite her inside. Then, she became angry.

"No."

"Excuse me."

"This was- I don't know what this was. Forget it. It was a bad idea."

"Well, I just don't think-"

"No, of course you didn't think. I come here to tell you I'm having your baby and all you can say is "oh." Should have known, you're as bad as your- your family. They never get involved with anything or anyone, Mickey said. Don't even know what I was expecting, from someone who calls themselves "Doctor."' River ranted as she turned and stalked away, fuming. "What, do you think you're some kind of healer, or wise man? Don't know why I bothered. Better off doing this myself anyway."

"My… family?" The Doctor was repeating, dumbfounded, before he looked up at the beautiful, irate, mysterious, and if what she was claiming was true, pregnant woman walking away from him, probably forever, and he straightened his (cool) bowtie, quickly gave himself a nod of confidence, and ran after her.

"WAIT!"

"Forget it, Doctor." River pulled away from him, before he reached out to her, gently lifting her chin so he could look into her beautiful, captivating eyes.

"No, I just- It was a shock. But you know, first time for everything," he exclaimed excitedly, his arms waving around as he began to pace.

"And a last time. I'll not beg anyone for anything, Doctor," River said, arms crossed over her chest.

"No. Course not. You won't ever have to, River Williams. From now on. Rule 3," the Doctor declared, almost as an afterthought.

"Rule 3? What is this, some sort of game to you? What about Rules 1 and 2?"

"This is not a game! But, I think since we're going to have a little River now, we should have rules." River opened her mouth but was cut off by his pensive look. "Little River- Now that's brilliant. So, we've got to start preparing for our Little River." He grabbed her, pulling her toward a dilapidated-looking blue car. "What should we do first?" he asked himself.

River shook him off her hand. "Doctor!" she shouted, interrupting his continuous raving.

"What?" he asked, surprised he was no longer holding anything, before his hands once again began fidgeting in front of him.

"You're really going to do this?" she asked, looking into the eyes of the very young man in front of her. As she stared into them, however, she was surprised to see a man… far beyond his years, hiding behind a boyish face. He looked seriously at her, nodding once, but it was enough to reassure her- just enough.

River closed her eyes, thinking, before she brought out a bright red diary.

"Okay. First things first, my parents are going to want to meet you, after I tell them." She flipped through a few pages, before writing something in. "Can you come to lunch on Thursday?"

"Thursday! Yes! Lunchtime. Lunchtime on Thursday. For lunch. With the parents." He repeated, trying to get it to stick in his head.

"Doctor," River interrupted him firmly again. "This is important." He looked at her with those too-old eyes once more and smiled.

"I'll be there, whenever you need me, River. Rule 14," he smirked. She wrote down a time and an address, along with her phone number, and handed it to him.

Then she rolled her eyes before turning to her borrowed, much nicer vehicle. "Idiot." She muttered, hoping she wasn't making the biggest mistake of her life.