Day 31
To say the Doctor's first attempt at cooking for his wife was a disaster, was an understatement. In fact how he managed not to blow up the entire kitchen during his fiasco, was beyond his own mind. Considering halfway through the monstrosity that was the chicken cooking, the power went out. They were left in complete darkness, with a half done chicken in the oven.
With a combination of his hunger, he really hadn't eaten since this morning, and his quick wit, he had set up a candle lit dinner in the living room with cereal bowls set on either side. He heard the sound of his wife, who had been taking a nap, as she woke up.
"Doctor, why are the lights off?" River's sweet voice guided him to the bedroom while his eyes tried to focus in on the fading daylight that shone her hair through the bedroom window. The Doctor reached the bed, pressing his hands against them, he wondered how ridiculous he looked, but as he felt his wife's hands on his face he was led to meet what he could see of her green eyes.
"It's a blackout. The snow and wind outside are absolutely harrowing." The Doctor whispered. Her hands ghosted downward, one set on his shoulder, while the other intertwined with his own.
"Oh, I hope it didn't ruin what you were working on all day." She said softly, tracing the lines of his skin on his hand with the tip of her finger mindlessly.
"I was cooking. Or at least trying to. But either way, come a feast has been prepared." He said, the low hum of his growling stomach guiding him exactly to where he'd set up the little meal they were going to have. She hummed excitedly, interested in what her husband had prepared.
Upon arriving, she let out a chuckle. He turned to look at her, eyebrows furrowed in confusion when she placed her hand on his shoulder, leaning up to kiss his cheek. "It's wonderful, sweetie."
"Well the blackout ruined our actual meal, granted I'd assume it wouldn't of have been any better." The Doctor shook his head.
"Oh?" She asked, as he held one of the chairs out for her to sit, and then pushed it back against the table.
"I'm no Gordon Ramsey, you know." He said, reaching over to pour the box of cereal into her bowl. Then did the same for his own, and repeated the process with the milk. Before sitting down across his wife, as she smiled, and sipped the water from her glass, winking at him.
"Oh, I know." She looked him up and down, as if to confirm something, and then focused back of her bowl. The two enjoyed their little blackout cereal, and afterwards didn't want to walk blindly back to their room, so they settled up on the couch, wrapped in two or three blankets as it was the near end of January. Then they fell asleep.
Day 32
River had fallen asleep on the couch, and when she woke she didn't open her eyes, at least not at first. Not when she felt the familiar warmth of her husband's arms wrapped around her. She laid there, tracing the lines of his hand for a few minutes when she felt him stir.
She turned around in his arms, her chest pressed up against his stomach. She felt him groan, and it was then that she'd realized he'd been awake before her. He felt her trace a good morning on his chest and then he opened his eyes, staring down at her. He looked absolutely beautiful, although she'd never describe him as such to his face. His eyes just fluttered shut as if slightly embarrassed that she had caught him staring at her again.
"Hello sweetie." She mumbled, smiling up at him.
"Hello beautiful." He sighed, unwrapping his arms from her body for a moment to stretch, and yawn. She yawned as well, but then he heard a little grumble of her stomach, and he started to laugh. She patted his shoulder playfully as he tried to sit up on the couch.
"Why does this morning seem like déjà vu?" He asked, as he prepared more cereal, just the kind they had eaten last night.
"Domesticities can get very repetitive my love." River replied, sitting herself down across the table from him.
"Well then let's be spontaneous." The Doctor said, handing her the blue bowl of cereal. She took a bite, looking up at him with an amused eyebrow raise.
"Spontaneous?" She said, with humor thick through her tone.
"Just because we don't have all of the stars themselves anymore doesn't mean we still can't go on an adventure." The Doctor said, setting his bowl down as if he planned to do exactly that.
"Maybe tomorrow, I'm tired." She yawned, stretching her arms out.
"Then it's not spontaneous if we plan to do it tomorrow. You tend to be tired a lot. " The Doctor sounded like a pouting three year old to be honest.
"Well I'm old. And besides, twenty four years means I deserve a little time off from adventures here and there. You can be spontaneous, just not today." She said, finishing her cereal, and setting it in the sink.
"Oh I'll show you spontaneous." He said, winking, as he took his bowl to sink, turning on the water. After doing a couple of mundane things like the dishes, and cleaning out the fridge, the Doctor was heading for the reading room when River called for him.
He spent the whole day wrapped up in the covers with his wife. Tracing little Gallifreyan phrases on her midsection, mumbling about some of the people he'd met on the Titanic, the spaceship not the ship ship. She'd spent the whole day listening him talk about different places, in and out of sleep, and eventually he'd gotten up to answer the door.
It was Carrick letting them know the power outage was over. The Doctor made a quip that if he hadn't unplugged every cord in the house just incase of a hazard, he would have been able to see that. On his way back to the bedroom, he stopped by the reading room, picking up an old Gallifreyan fairytale.
To be honest, she shouldn't need as much sleep as she was getting, granted he was getting ten times the amount he'd normally had. But then again, he was calmer, probably because of the mass amount of sleep he'd gotten this past month. He'd read the Gallifreyan fairytale to her as she fell asleep that night, the sounds of her breathing calming himself to sleep, with plans on how to get his wife to be the spontaneous River Song he loves.