"How is she? How is my wife?" The Doctor asked pacing the maternity ward waiting room. Blood was soaked into his white shirt, his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, his pants chalked with dirt and his hair was a perfect kind of messy: sticking up in places and laying flat in others. He was speaking to the tall man in blue scrubs, with blotches of blood clinging to them, walking towards him. His scrub cap still tied around his head while his face mask hung just under his chin. "Sir please sit down" he asked quietly as he reached the Doctor's current position. "Where are they? I need to see them both! Where are my wife and daughter?" The Doctor asked roughly grabbing the man's forearm. "We did everything we could for them sir…but-"the tall doctor stopped, a lump caught in his throat. "But what? Where are they?" The Doctor starred at the man, tears brimming in his eyes. "But…they took her" the man stated sorrowfully. The Doctor's eyes widened in shock. He took off, pushing the man to the side, towards the emergency room he had watched his wife get wheeled into. He burst through the doors and felt his hearts stop. The room was in shambles; medical machinery was thrown and broken in every corner, the bed River was brought in on was nearly folded in two and blood was pooled in a few areas. The Doctor turned as the man he was talking to earlier walked in. "Who?...Who took them?" he asked his mouth suddenly dry and his voice hoarse. "A woman…a woman with an eye path…."
The Doctor Jumped awake. Frantic until he felt River's sleeping form still in his arms. He sat up slightly looking her over carefully, feeling her rounded baby bump with his hand, finding comfort in the fact his daughter was still in there. He looked at River's face, peaceful and beautiful. He kissed her temple then buried his nose in her hair. "I won't let it happen…I promise…I promise" he whispered into her curls. She stirred slightly, moving her back closer to his chest. He could feel her hearts beating against his in a soft rhythm. He couldn't fall asleep after that. He stayed awake, alert, too afraid to leave her unprotected.
She woke up slowly nearly two hours later. She arched her back, pushing her bum into his groin by accident. His hands grabbed her hips instinctively, hissing slightly through his teeth. "Oh I'm sorry my love" she said turning onto her back and framing his face with her hands. He smiled down at her, kissing her nose gently. "It's quite all right" he brushed a curl from her forehead, "have a good nap?" She noticed the slight worry in his features but just as they appeared they disappeared. "Why yes…it was absolutely lovely. Did you enjoy it?" The worry was there again this time mixed with fear and only in his eyes. He smiled lightly then traced her face from her brow line to her chin. "I liked waking up with you next to me more than the nap itself" he said tapping her chin lightly. She smiled up at him with parted lips. He leaned down and kissed her tenderly, closing his eyes tightly trying to rid himself of the nightmare.
He moved slightly, sliding down so his face was even with her chest then gently placed his head between her hearts. The gentle beating against his ear made him sigh contently. River reached down and ran her fingers through his locks, scratching his scalp softly with her nails. "Are you ok my love?" The whispered question made him tighten his grip around her slightly. She was in no condition to be worrying about him, he couldn't tell her. He threw on a smile and peeked up at her through his floppy hair. "I'm very content right here…must we ever leave this bed?" She giggled at the childish way he looked. "We have to go see my parents sweetie…" she said lightly brushing his hair to the side. "But Rory…" he whined nuzzling back into her chest. She snorted a laugh combing her fingers through his hair. "It will be fine! Go get some real clothes on and we can go" she stated rolling over causing him to lose his grip on her and falling to the mattress. She sat up and swung her legs over the edge. "What about you? Where are your 'real clothes'?" He sat up, supporting his upper half with his arms, a sulk building in his features. "I'm 8 months pregnant…I can wear whatever I want…if anything at all" She said standing, throwing a wink over her shoulder at the last part.
He appeared moments later with his signature tweed jacket, red bow-tie, black pants and white button down. River looked up from the console and smiled. "Well done my dear" she commented before turning back to the controls and typing in the coordinates. "What do you think you're doing?" The Doctor asked rushing down the stairs to her position. 'I'm getting her to go where we NEED to go…" she stressed the word need as she pulled on a lever. "I can get her to go where we need to go River." He went to touch a button earning a smack on the wrist. He retracted it with a whimper, holding it to his chest. Such a child, River thought. "No sweetie…I'm piloting her today…unless you want to show up in a time where my Father doesn't know I'm pregnant…with your child and we have to explain it to him all over again…and as I remember…there was an unsheathing of a sword." The Doctor gulped. She had a point. Not that he would tell her. "Well then…just this once I suppose." River smiled at him and pulled the finally lever, pushing the TARDIS into the vortex.