NOTE: THIS IS POST "ANGELS TAKE MANHATTAN" for River and Eleven, but PRE "ANGELS" for the Ponds

It was Christmas morning, and Amy and Rory were in the kitchen busily preparing that night's dinner: Amy attempting to make a pie and Rory mashing potatoes into submission.

They heard the front door open. "Morning! Merry Christmas!" Brian's voice rang down the hallway.

"In the kitchen, Dad!" Rory replied.

Footsteps grew louder in their direction. "Merry Christmas!" Brian repeated as he entered the kitchen, wearing a red Santa hat and carrying a load of presents in his arms.

"Merry Christmas!" Amy and Rory echoed in unison.

"You can put those on the table, Dad." Rory said, still mashing the potatoes.

"Right, so what can I do to help?" Brain asked, approaching Rory. He peered over his son's shoulder into the pot full of potatoes.

"Rory, did you put enough milk in?"

"Yes, Dad, I did." Rory said with a huff.

"But it looks dry."

"Well, it's not." He said, attempting to hide his growing agitation.

"Alright, I just don't want another loft incident."

"Dad, how are potatoes related to the loft incident?"

"Well, just another potential way for you to injure me…"

"With potatoes?"

"How am I doing, Brian?" Amy said from down the counter, attempting to provoke her husband.

"Perfect as ever, Amy." Brian stated affectionately.

"Thank you, Brian." She said with a smile directed at Rory.

"Thank you Brian." Rory mocked under his breath, his face contorting with contempt. He mashed the potatoes a bit harder.

The sound of the TARDIS materializing resonated throughout the Pond residence. Both Amy and Rory paused and looked at each other.

"Sweetie, I told you not to park the TARDIS in their lounge!" They heard a female voice say.

"Well dear, I did try my best." A male's voice replied.

"No you didn't! If you let me drive, we would have properly materialized in the garden."

"Well, next time then."

"No you won't."

"Is that?" Rory asked.

Amy dropped everything and bolted down the hallway, Rory following close behind. Brian was left behind in the kitchen, slightly oblivious, making himself a cup of tea.

Sure enough, the TARDIS was parked in the lounge, doors open, the Doctor standing outside.

"Amelia Pond!" He exclaimed enthusiastically and pulled Amy in for a close embrace, trying with all this might not to get too emotional.

"Uh, hello? Husband." Rory said, waving awkwardly.

"Rory the Roman!" The Doctor said with equal enthusiasm, giving Rory his turn at a hug.

"Doctor, um, what are you doin' here?" Amy asked, tucking loose strands of her red hair behind her ear.

"You do know it's Christmas." Rory added, just checking to make sure.

"Yes, I know!" The Doctor replied, rocking back and forth on his heels, "That's why I'm here! Mind if I pop in for a bit of Christmas dinner?"

Amy was overjoyed. "Of course, you numpty! We always set a place for you!"

"Fantastic!" The Doctor said, rubbing his hands together gleefully.

"Um, Doctor, is River with you?" Rory asked.

"Oh, yes! Yes!" He said, "She's just, um, getting everything ready…" He said, gesturing inside the TARDIS.

"And by everything, you mean?" Amy prompted, confused.

A wide smile spread across The Doctor's face.

"Listen, you two," he said, wrapping his arms around their shoulders. "What River and I are about to tell you is very, very important..."

"What, did you blow up a planet?" Amy teased.

"No! Not lately…" He mused. "Anyways, because of potential time streams getting all wibbly, you need to promise me that you will not mention this to any past or present versions of me or River unless we specifically bring it up first."

"Got it, no Spoilers." Rory agreed.

"Right, yes, well…River!" The Doctor called, releasing the Ponds and pivoting around to face the TARDIS doors.

"Sweetie, you don't have to yell, I'm right here." River said, stepping out of the TARDIS.

Amy screamed.

Rory looked like his brain had shut down. The baby River held looked just like...She had blonde curls that were pinned back by a little red bow…she had Amy's nose…Surely she couldn't be…But what other explanation was there?

"Is that?" He managed to utter, pointing with confusion.

"Hello Grandad!" River said, waving Freya's hand for her. The baby in her arms let out a little gurgle of glee.

"Ah! Can I hold her?" Amy said, her Scottish accent getting thicker with her excitement. She was taking this particularly well, too well, Rory noted.

"Of course." River said, passing the baby to her mother.

"Hello, um,-"

"Freya." River said.

"Freya! Oh you are so cute!" Amy tickled Freya under the chin, causing her to scrunch her face and let out a little giggle. She was completely entranced by the baby.

"Hang on," Rory said, a look of confusion still on his face as he watched Amy play with Freya, "you two had a baby?"

"Yes." River said matter-of-factly.

"You had a baby?" Rory repeated, still not processing the situation.

"I know!" The Doctor said, sounding quite impressed with himself.

"H-how?" He stuttered.

River chuckled. "Well, when a Time Lord and a Time Lady love each other very much," she teased, "not to mention a bit tipsy, they tend to-"

"River!" The Doctor cut her off. He was blushing and fidgeting nervously, "Not in front of your parents…"

"Oh. My. God." Amy suddenly said, "This is your daughter?" she nodded to the baby in her arms. The penny had finally dropped. "And I'm your Mum…then that means that I'm a…" she swallowed hard as a wave of shock swept over her, "grandmother."

"Father dear," River said, smiling, "I think Mummy needs a drink."

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