Epilogue
There, now doesn't that look pretty?" the Doctor said as he settled the silver chain around Lucy's neck.
The amber-coloured stone set off her skin tone nicely.
"So, the stone needs a mommy, is that it? So it won't be lonely or sick like Daddy?" said Lucia, staring at the lovely golden hues swirling inside the jewel hanging between her mother's breasts.
The Doctor chuckled as he turned to the picnic basket. "Yes, I think that's exactly what it needs, my little one! Did you remember the plates? And the jam? We can't have a proper picnic without jam. And bananas."
Lucy patted her daughter's head and smiled. "And when it's ready to wake up, I'll start to grow a baby in my tummy, Lucia. The Doctor and I have already chosen a name, but we want you to have the final decision. We were thinking Oliver. Or maybe Simon."
"Reginald!" Lucia piped up as the Doctor stuck his fingers in the jam jar she held in her fingers.
The Doctor pursed his lips, stifling a laugh as he looked at Lucy with something deep and magical in his eyes. "What do you think, dear?"
Lucy Saxon looked over at him, laughing, and took the heavy picnic basket from his long hands.
"I don't mind." She said, touching her stomach in anticipation as she walked with him, her free hand in his and his in Lucia's, to the TARDIS double doors, which were open on an endless scene of waving green grass and white birds and a blue sky full of sunlight and fluffy clouds.
"Let's just see about this picnic."