For Becky :)

This chapter contains references to my other story "Life and Death" - you should check it out!

Brian looked up from his cuppa as the plethora of footsteps approached the kitchen.

Amy, her head still reeling from the shock, made a B line to sit down at the kitchen table. Rory followed close behind to comfort her.

"Brian Pond!" The Doctor exclaimed, darting forward enthusiastically to bring him in for a hug.

"I'm-I'm not a Pond!" Brian said, sounding a bit unsure as The Doctor awkwardly kissed his cheeks in greeting.

"Yes you are!" The Doctor retorted, patting him reassuringly on the shoulder.

It was then that Brian looked up and noticed River. She stood in the doorway, wearing a stunning black evening dress, a diamond necklace, and holding Freya on her hip.

"Hello." She said with a smile.

"Ah, yes, Brian," The Doctor said, gesturing for River to come closer, "this is my dear wife River."

"How do you do, Brian?" River said politely, still smiling as she extended her free hand out to him.

Brian shook her hand with both of his, staring at her with confusion.

"Do-Do I know you?" He said, puzzled. "You look so familiar."

River let out a light laugh. "I don't believe so."

"It's just that you look so much like…" His curious stare deepened. "Oh never mind! Who is this cutie here?" He asked, tickling Freya under her chin. The baby giggled and scrunched her face in response.

"This is Freya," River said adoringly, "our daughter."

Brian turned to The Doctor, "I didn't even know that you were married!"

River gave her husband the glare he deserved. He laughed nervously in response.

"Okay, well then, brilliant, everyone is acquainted," he fidgeted, still under the gaze of his wife, "why don't you all sit down and catch up while I fix dinner?!"

He ushered a purse-lipped River to a chair next to Amy, who was still massaging her temples.

"Doctor, um, can I help?" She said, rising from her seat in the hopes that cooking would prevent her mind from exploding.

"Oh Amelia Pond," The Doctor sighed fondly, placing a hand on her shoulder "not a chance."

He whirled around before he could see Amy's reaction of utter confusion and shock.

"Don't worry!" The Doctor said over his shoulder as he rubbed his hands together in preparation, "It's not your fault you're Scottish!"

With a huff and an eye roll, Amy begrudgingly plopped herself back down in a chair. Brian then offered to help the Doctor in her stead. The Doctor agreed enthusiastically. He wasn't Scottish, after all.

Rory rubbed his wife's back reassuringly.

"Don't think anything of it, Amy," River said, adjusting the squirming Freya in her arms, "he won't ever let me cook."

"That's because you can't, dear." Her husband muttered from the counter.

"Well, at least I don't try to slather everything in chocolate, sweetie," River rebutted.

"River, I'm not going to-"

"What are you making, then?"

"Spoilers." He teased, flashing a taunting smile.

"Alright! Fine! I just don't want a repeat of this morning."

The Doctor put down the wooden spoon he was stirring with and marched right up to where his wife sat. He lowered his body so his face was directly in front of hers.

"River." He growled.

"Yes?" She said, her expression stoic and yet alluring.

After a few moments of locking eyes, The Doctor placed a quick kiss on his wife's lips and walked smugly back to the kitchen counter.

River smiled mischievously. "I hate you," she breathed.

"No you don't." The Doctor refuted, his smile matching hers as he picked up the wooden spoon once more.

River then turned her attention to their daughter, who was still squirming in her lap. Freya had obviously sensed that something was wrong with Amy, because she was wiggling her little body towards her.

"Amy," River said with laughter in her voice, "someone wants to say hello."

Amy raised her head and looked at her granddaughter; she couldn't help but smile.

"Hello." She said faintly, and allowed River to pass her the baby.

Rory smiled fondly at the three generations of women interacting. He had to admit: Freya, like her mother and grandmother, was nothing short of incredible: she had this kind, wondrous spirit, the bright eyes of her mother, and the most angelic golden curls he had ever seen. She looked like a cherub in Amy's arms. He watched with wonder as the baby gurgled happily and reached up to softly pat Amy's cheek, which Amy, in turn, took and peppered with kisses. Rory may have become a grandfather abnormally young, but he couldn't have asked for a more beautiful granddaughter. He loved that little girl the moment he saw her in River's arms. But the nurse in him was still curious…

"River, why didn't you tell us you were pregnant?" He asked his daughter.

River smiled to hide the pain. "Spoilers." She whispered, shrugging her shoulders.

"Okay, fine," Rory said, realizing his daughter wasn't going to answer too many questions, "Just tell me how she was even possible."

That was something River was happy to answer: "Well, Freya is nearly all Time Lord. She was conceived in the TARDIS, just like I was. I'm part Time Lady, The Doctor's a Time Lord: It's simple really." She reassured him.

"Are you going to have more kids?" Amy asked; her mood was brightening as she bounced Freya up and down.

But now there was sadness in River's eyes. The Doctor paused his slicing and dicing to glance over, his face grim. Brian tried to ignore the obviously personal conversation that was occurring right in front of him.

"No." River replied somberly. "We can't… I can't."

"Why? What happened?" Rory cautiously inquired.

River exhaled deeply before she answered. "I had…a complicated delivery." She gazed at her daughter with a melancholy smile and ran a finger through her tiny little curls.

The Doctor swallowed hard to compose himself. He didn't want to think about that horrid day.

Rory hung his head. "River, I'm sorry."

"No, it's fine. I'm fine." She assured him, shaking her head.

"At least you have her though," Amy added, noting somberly that history had repeated itself.

That brought the smile back to River's lips. "Yes. She's our little miracle." She took one of Freya's chubby hands in hers and kissed it lightly.

The Doctor snorted suddenly.

"What?" River asked, completely perplexed.

"Freya," He laughed, pointing, "she asked if we could keep her Grandmummy…"

A tense silence rippled throughout the room.

"Did I just say that out loud?" The Doctor said, wincing. "Funny how you can say something in your head and it sounds fine…"

"Hold on," Brian asked. All eyes looked to him nervously. "Grandmother?"

Reviews? Questions? Suggestions?

Sorry about the fact that nothing really happens in this chapter- I had to do some sort of set-up for the big reveal...and yeah so this is what happened.

I want Brian to know about River, because it DRIVES ME CRAZY that they never mentioned River to him on television... I SHALL FIX THAT!

Let me know what you think.

More to come ;)