A/N- The conclusion and epilogue...

"We're going to have a baby," River whispered with a now- peaceful smile as she leant back on her husband, looking over at the child who was also currently growing in her womb. The Doctor wrapped his arms around her, his thumb reverently stroking her belly.

"We're going to have a beautiful baby," he repeated, smiling as he watched their son shriek in laughter once more. Then he kissed his wife's head, before pulling away from her with a small, not unhappy sigh. "But first, dear wife, I need you to convince me that everything will work out. You need to persuade this silly old Time Lord that we can do this, no matter how hard it seems. You have to reassure me just how miraculous our baby will be. And, most importantly- you can't let me run away from this. Because I needed you, River Song. I needed you when I was terrified of all that this meant- so much so I didn't let myself consider how wonderful the possibilities were. And they are amazing. He is amazing. And worth anything. Everything." Then he grabbed her face, stroking it as he stared deep into her eyes, confiding to her. "But I couldn't see that without you." Then he kissed her, passing on all the comfort she had given him not too long ago. He pulled away, and they smiled at each other, their hands entwined. Then he guided their hands together to rest gently on her stomach, cradling their child together for her first time. "You and me, River."

"Me and you," she echoed him, joy and excitement finally coursing through her veins, along with a small laugh as she listened to all the fears and emotions she had been feeling flowing from her husband's mouth. Timey- wimey. She'd needed him as he will need her. Such was their lives. He smiled in recognition of the same thing. Then he leant forward, giving the corner of her mouth one last quick peck, before he turned around, clapping his hands together.

"Say bye bye, Arthur. It's time to go terrorize the guards at Mummy's prison."

"There's a sentence," commented Amy, waving her hand exaggeratedly to the small boy Rory's arms.

"Bai!" he squealed, trying to imitate the 'bye bye' words and waves coming from his Mimi and Papa.

"So, we can do this? Stormcage and travelling and all?" River asked tentatively, a small sliver of insecurity making its way into her heart.

"Course we can," remarked the Doctor nonchalantly, lifting the baby up before casually wiping excess drool on Rory's shirt, kissing his son's face as he ignored Rory's frown. "Arthur loves storm storm. That's where his Mummy is. And, he loves to play there. Last week, I gave him the sonic and set him near a wall panel. He knocked out the entire electrical grid of the east half of the prison for 3 hours," the Doctor bragged fondly, his son bouncing happily in his arms. "Oh, the guards were in such a rage. Until, of course, they saw this wittle face," the Doctor cooed, nuzzling his giggling baby. "Besides, there was nothing they could do. It's not like they wanted it to get out that the entire planet was jeopardized by an infant. And he's made a few fans since we've been visiting. Old Harold even brings him sweets when he's doing his rounds. Besides, we've got a little sling for him when we run, so he can go with us wherever we go. He was fascinated by Krakatoa a few weeks ago. And... there may have been a small mishap involving his enjoyment of a particularly fascinating lever and a mass/orbit ray- and on a completely unrelated note, Pluto has lost planetary status."

"Aha," remarked River, smiling fondly at the picture before her and the future that lay ahead.

"Hmm?" asked the Doctor, Arthur on his hip.

"Nothing. I just... can't wait," she declared, beaming when her finger disappeared into the baby's mouth.

"You won't have to," he responded, lifting up their son's hand and using it to wave goodbye as they returned to the TARDIS. "You know," he added, popping his head out the door as he smiled mischievously, "I was travelling alone for a bit, a little while back. It's always nice to have company. Good thing Amy showed me how the phone worked the last time she was on board." And with that he left, Arthur's giggles still ringing in their ears as the TARDIS disappeared.

A few days later, when a (slightly) younger Doctor opened the door to his ship, it was, to his happy surprise, a very prepared, very packed, River Song.

"Something I need to know, dear?" he asked in fascination as he watched her pull two very full suitcases onto the TARDIS.

"Yes, my love. I'll be staying onboard for a few months. I trust you have no objections," she asked with a flirtatious smile and a raised eyebrow.

"No! None," he floundered, realizing he should probably offer to carry her bags as he ran forward to pull them into his ship. Then he twirled, once he got them inside, grinning widely at the thought of having his wife all to himself for days on end. "So," he prompted, watching her float around the console, taking them into the vortex, "any particular reason for the extended visit?" he asked, preening as he straightened his bowtie and slicked back his hair. Then he frowned, something suddenly occurring to him, "This isn't just some excuse to run from Stormcage, is it?" he asked- not that he had a right to judge if it was, he just preferred to think his wife fancied his company enough to not use him solely as a pretext.

"No, Sweetie, nothing like that," she laughed, putting his mind at ease. "I just want to make sure we get to experience all of this together."

He nodded in complete agreement before suddenly shaking his head in confusion.

"All what together?" he asked with a frown as he leant against the console, trying to remember if he'd missed something.

She came to stand in front of him, taking his hands encouragingly in hers and looking deep into his eyes, a twinkle coming to her own as she let all her hope and excitement and reassurance and joy shine through.

"Doctor- I've got the most wonderful news."