Rose Tyler sat in the kitchen of her little London home one summer night, carefully spooning bites of applesauce into her eight month old son's mouth.
"There you are, Will. All finished now?" she said as he swallowed the last mouthful. "Come on, let's get you all cleaned up for Daddy when he gets home." She picked the infant up out of his high chair and carried him over to the sink, gently placing him on the counter beside it. The baby giggled and squirmed as the cold, wet cloth touched his skin, and his face twisted into a ridiculous smile. Rose laughed.
"Well, we can't have any of that, now can we?" she told her son. As she was wiping the last of the leftover drool and food off of his face, she heard the front door open and close.
"Look who's here!" exclaimed Rose to the child, still perched on the countertop. "Daddy's home!"
"Hey kiddo," the Doctor said, and Rose handed little William over to his father. "How was he tonight?"
"Really good, he actually ate all of his food without knocking over the bowl. I was beginning to think he'd taken after Tony in that regard."
"Speaking of Tony, you don't think he would mind spending some quality time with little Will here, do you?"
Rose grinned. "This doesn't happen to have anything to do with aliens, now, does it?" Her tongue was poking through her teeth the way it always did when she was trying not to laugh.
"Well," replied the Doctor, sneaking a quick glance at the large blue box that occupied the greater part of the living room, "I didn't think it would hurt to go on a quick trip, you know, just to have some fun for the weekend. But, you know, if you don't want-"
"You know what?" Rose interrupted, her words aimed towards the child, which she took back into her arms. "I think Daddy's offering to show you your first planets."
"What? You want William to come? Are you sure?"
"Of course I am," she said back to him. "He's already, what, eight months old and never yet travelled in time? I mean, you practically aren't a Tyler 'til you've done that at least twice." The Doctor laughed.
"Alright then." He leaned down and kissed his son on the top of the head. "You ready to have your mind blown, kiddo?"
"Just promise me we'll go somewhere that we won't get exploded or kidnapped or anything like that. Is there anywhere safe, you know, just to visit?"
The Doctor thought for a moment. Then, smiling down at his wife, he answered.
"I never did get to show you Barcelona, did I?"
And there we have it! I hope you all have enjoyed reading this story as much as I have writing it. And a huuuuge thanks to everyone who reviewed (especially lizzyd710, whose enthusiastic reviews were always fun to read). While I'm afraid this story has to come to an end, my writing does not! If anyone has any ideas or prompts for me, just leave a review, and I'll write any that I like. Until next time, my friends, geronimo! And always remember that bowties are cool.