River threw on a robe and followed her husband and daughter down the corridor, laughing silently to herself; sometimes it was like having two children, the way her husband acted. Yes, he was impulsive and immature at times, but he also was a loving, doting, hopelessly romantic husband, and the most amazingly devoted, wonderful father to their daughter. She wouldn't have it any other way.

The Doctor had stopped at the top of the stairs in the console room; he was enthusiastically bouncing Freya in his arms, pointing to the decorations he had put up. River walked to stand beside her husband and wrapped her arms around his waist, leaning her head against his shoulder.

"Why hello Mummy!" The Doctor said, waving Freya's little arm up and down for her. The infant giggled at her father's silliness. He smiled in turn and kissed River on the head, holding his family tight around him as they admired the TARDIS's festive decorations.

It was the very essence of Christmas: Lights from the console glistened off strips of tinsel and every railing was covered in festive wreaths. But, the main attraction was in the corner: around the fireplace that the TARDIS had conjured was the most wonderful Christmas tree River had ever seen. Every branch was draped in shining ornaments, lights, strings of cranberries, and red ribbon. And on the very top of the tree, there was a magnificent, golden star. That wasn't all: strewn around the base of the tree were dozens of brightly wrapped presents. A toy train zoomed around them on its tracks, whistling and puffing out tiny bursts of smoke as it did so. It was marvelous to behold.

"Sweetie, you've done a beautiful job," River whispered to him.

"Thanks dear," he said with a smile. "Do you like it, Miss. Freya?" he cooed to his daughter; she giggled and clapped her hands together in response.

"Go show her the tree, sweetie," River prompted.

"Geronimo!" The Doctor yelled, zooming Freya around like an airplane as he descended the steps. River had never seen her little girl happier than when she was playing with her father. She'd said it a thousand times: those two were made for each other.

And so, River followed them down the stairs and perched herself in a big, cushiony chair between the fireplace and the tree.

"Time for presents!" Her husband declared. He plopped Freya down in River's lap, and then proceeded to dig around the pile of presents for the one he wanted to give first.

"Ah! Got it!" He held up a small present; it was wrapped in ruby red wrapping paper and tied with a beautiful silver bow. With a flourish, The Doctor presented it to River.

"For you, my beautiful wife," he said with a smile.

Freya stuck her tiny fist out and grasped the package, which she then attempted to put in her drool-filled mouth.

"No, Freya, that's not for eating," River said, gently removing the baby's hand. She kissed her daughter on the head.

"Do you want to help me open it?" She asked, moving Freya's hand to the bow, which the infant promptly tugged at, freeing the ribbon from its tied knot.

"Yay!" River praised. Freya giggled, shaking her hand up and down, still grasping the ribbon.

"Okay, let's see what's inside, shall we?" River whispered into her daughter's ear. She delicately unwrapped the gift and opened the box.

She gasped and looked up at her husband. "Oh, sweetie."

Her husband had bought her the most extravagant, dazzling diamond necklace she had ever seen.

River gaped at him.

"Do you like it?" The Doctor asked.

A wide smile grew on River's face. She nodded, bringing a hand up to her lips. "It's stunning." She whispered.

"It will be all the more stunning when you wear it." The Doctor said, lifting the necklace out of the box. River pushed her mop of hair to one side, and allowed her husband to place her gift around her neck.

"I love you." She nearly cried, and kissed him.

Freya was hypnotized by the diamonds sparkling around her mother's neck; she reached a hand up and patted them delicately, giggling at how the light changed when they moved.

"Freya, do you want to give Daddy his present?" River prompted.

"Don't get up dear," The Doctor said.

"Alright," River said, attempting to suppress an eye-roll. Sometimes he could be ridiculously chivalrous. "The blue one in the front."

The Doctor tore at the wrapping paper. "A new bowtie! Thank you Freya!" He exclaimed, kissing his daughter on the cheek. "You must to remember that bowties are and always will be cool." He said, booping her on the nose.

"There's another one. It's from me." River said, her voice notably lower and smooth. "It's the black one."

With a quizzical expression, The Doctor opened his wife's gift. A wave of shock swept over him, and he swallowed hard.

River smirked at the fact that her gift was almost making her husband's knees buckle.

"Do you like them?" She whispered.

The Doctor held the handcuffs up.

"You. Me. Handcuffs." River purred. "If you're lucky I might let you use them tonight."

"Oh, you bad girl." The Doctor murmured as he kissed his wife in thanks.

River emitted a deep, throaty chuckle of amusement. "That's why I'm on the naughty list."

The Doctor couldn't help but smile mischievously at his tease of a wife. But they couldn't spend all of Christmas day exchanging innuendos; his infant daughter was getting restless in his wife's arms.

"And now," He said, bending over once again to pick up a present from under the tree, "Freya's first Christmas gift ever."

River helped their darling daughter remove the wrappings. Freya's eyes widened with amazement as her mother revealed a large Adipose baby plush toy. She grabbed her stuffed animal immediately and pressed her face against it for a big snuggle.

"She loves it." River stated happily.

"Merry Christmas Freya." The Doctor said with a smile.

Up next: snowball fights and Christmas dinner at the Ponds'...

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