Author's Note: Sorry it took me so long to update! Stupid finals!

Anyway, here's the next chapter. I'm going to start making bigger references to "2000" so it might be a little to understand if you haven't read it yet. Forgive me for any awkwardness, I'm not too good at writing the mushy gushy fluffy romantic scenes.

I don't own Doctor Who.

I really hope you enjoy and feel free to comment/review!

Peace, Love, ALLONS-Y!

Amy stood outside on the small porch, Rory behind her holding her as if there were no tomorrow. His arms wrapped around her abdomen, encasing her in joy. She held on loosely to his hands, wrapping herself further into their cocoon of happiness. His head rested on her shoulder, and she rested her own on his. A brilliant night sky glistened above them.

After the original shock of finally being together, the danger finally averted, the two had attacked each other to say the least. Having their own house meant not having to deal with the TARDIS and the Doctor's naïve bunk beds. Plus there definitely were going to be some benefits to not having to worry about the Doctor dropping in at any given moment. Amy lifted the side of her mouth in a small grin as she remembered how nice Rory's bed was. Their bed.

Now, after a long nap and a wonderful shower, she was standing with Rory in the strange American clothes. She felt a little odd, she was used to short skirts, not long dresses, but she had a feeling she could get used to it. She could get used to anything for Rory.

Rory started to place sweet kisses along her neck and collarbone, eliciting a giggle from Amy. Sometimes she wished she weren't so ticklish.

"Stop it," she laughed, twisting her neck so she looked into his eyes.

"Make me," he whispered, continuing to trail the kisses up her sensitive neck.

"Rory!" she giggled, trying to pull away, but he held her tight. She gave out an exasperated sigh. "You are so stubborn sometimes, you know."

"You're the Scottish one," Rory replied with a smirk, looking up to meet her gaze. He bent to return to his taunting pecks. Amy was not about to let him tickle her again though. How could she stop him?

Her mind could only think of one thing. Distract his mouth with something else. What the hell, she thought as she brought her mouth to his, pulling him into a passionate kiss.

"Um…wow. Hi," Rory whispered when they finally separated, laughing and looking into her eyes once more.

"I missed you," he whispered, taking one hand away from her waist and bringing it up to stroke her cheek. She leaned into his touch, smiling at him.

"I missed your hair, and your laugh, and your eyes. Your eyes," Rory breathed, seeming to lose himself for a second. "They shine like the stars. They're so beautiful. You're so beautiful."

Amy blushed at the comment, and gave Rory a peck on his lips.

"Really though. Here," Rory said, turning her and pointing up to the sky. "Pick a star. Any star." Amy was surprised at the words, so similar to the Doctor's that fateful night when she was seven. Her heart ached as she remembered she would never see her best friend again.

"Um…that one!" Amelia declared, pointing up at a particularly bright star, pushing her sad thoughts to the back of her mind. Right now was a happy moment. She was with Rory.

"That one?" Rory asked, pointing to the star to affirm.

"Yeah, that one," she replied, smiling at him.

"This star will henceforth be known as Amelia, as declared by the Last Centurion, protector of Earth," he declared, his voice in a mock pompous tone, but an underlying note of seriousness leaked through.

"Rory-" Amy started, touched by his kindness.

"Shhh," he whispered, putting a finger on her lips. "I made myself a promise long ago that we would find you your star and name it Amelia, because your eyes remind me of the stars and the adventures we've had," he explained.

"Not my star," Amy said, removing his finger from her lips. "Our star."