While Rory went through the motions of his eight hours at work, wishing he could have spent them with his wife instead, Amy had gone out for groceries, determined to have a nice dinner ready when Rory came back. She was no fan of cooking, but having lived on her own for such a long time as a child had made her a pretty good cook. She did not know what she would have done had Rory not found her as quickly as he had, but she did wish it had been sooner for him. Thoughts raced through her mind of what could have been. Just one angel had survived and that was all it had taken...what if it had not? If Rory had never noticed the grave, would it still have been there? What if they had all left a few minutes earlier? She could have considered the possibilities forever, but she pushed them from her mind. They were here now, together. That was all that mattered right now was that they were together. Her life had not lost its purpose because she was no longer saving the world with the Doctor, it's purpose had just been altered.

When she got back from shopping, Amy began to adjust things around the apartment to be more to her liking. This was no longer just a place to stay. Now that she had Rory, this was a home. Their home. Amy smiled to herself at that. Their other house had been so much nicer and more spacious, but she got the feeling that they would not be moving into a new house unless something changed. For now, they were set with a one-bedroom apartment.

Some time later, she sat on the edge of the freshly-made bed and looked around the room, satisfied. Having picked up some accessories while at the store, the apartment was already looking more lived in.

She looked at the clock and sighed. It was barely six o'clock. Still over an hour until Rory would be back. Deciding to start on dinner, Amy headed for the kitchen.

Having not gotten much sleep the previous night, Rory was exhausted as he stepped onto the bus and told the driver where he needed to go. He sat on an empty row and picked up a newspaper someone had left in the seat beside him. The person had obviously been from out of town because the paper was based in Washington, was dated from three months ago, but what got Rory's attention was the cover story: The Mysterious Man Who Saved the President.

It was a somewhat distant photograph of the Doctor, and, at his side, River Song.

Rory could not stop the smile that tugged at his lips upon seeing it. That had been three months ago, before Rory had arrived in New York, but still. He knew they would never meet again, something inside him had convinced him of that a long time ago, but it was still good to know that the Doctor was moving along. This was the way it should be.

Rory had long since finished reading the full story when the bus stopped at his new residence. He took the paper with him as he got out. He stood at the door for a moment, wondering if he should show Amy or make sure she never saw it. It would either cheer her up to see the Doctor and their daughter, or devastate her that he was still about his old routine without them. He decided that, knowing her, she would find it amusing. It was their daughter with him, the Doctor's wife, after all, so she would not really see it as them being replaced.

Realizing Amy had not given him a key yet, Rory knocked on the door and listened to her footsteps running to the door to meet him. Sometimes, back in England, he would knock instead of unlocking the door himself just to hear that. The lock clicked and she threw open the door.

"Hi," he said, awed as ever by the way her face lit up at the sight of him.

She flung herself at him, throwing her arms around his neck, "About time."

Rory grinned and held her close, "I missed you all day. Maybe I should take fewer hours."

Amy chuckled and pulled back to look him in the eyes, "Missed you, too, Stupid Face. Wouldn't mind having you around more."

He almost responded, but she made an impatient sound and grabbed the neck of his shirt and pulled his face down to crash here lips against his. Rory immediately forgot what he had been about to say, his mind gone foggy as it always did when she kissed him suddenly. But he was not complaining.

After awhile, Amy seemed to remember they were still outside the door and pulled Rory inside, closing the door behind him and pressing him against the door to kiss him again. Then she pulled back suddenly and smiled before rushing off to the kitchen leaving a stunned Rory at the door. He could vaguely smell the aroma of whatever she was cooking, though mostly his mind was trying to remember where he was, and when he had ended up inside.

A few minutes later, they sat on the couch with streaming plates of lasagna and a bottle of wine on the short table in front of them.

Amy took a contemplative bite, then said, "So are we planning on living here for awhile?"

Rory studied her expression for a moment, then replied, "If you're okay with that."

Amy nodded, pouring them both a glass of wine, then handing one to Rory and holding hers toward him, "To our new home, then."

He chuckled and clicked his glass with hers, then they both took a sip and Amy's face took on a mixed expression between amusement and sadness.

"What's wrong?" Rory asked, concerned by her sudden change of moods.

Amy met his eyes and forced the sadness from her face, "Nothing, just remembering that day the Doctor tried to drink wine with us."

That reminded Rory of the paper he had dropped in the doorway when she had pulled him inside, and after they had finished eating, he rose an said, "I found something that might cheer you up. Be right back."

He opened the door and picking up the paper, then returning to Amy who was absentmindedly sipping her second glass of wine. He sat beside her and she looked at him curiously.

He offered the paper to her, and, after a suspicious look at her husband, Amy took the paper and examined it. Immediately, her face lit up, "He's traveling with River now," she paused, the returned her eyes to Rory's, which were watching her carefully, "Are you going to miss it, traveling with the Doctor?"

Rory nodded, "You?"

"Yes," Amy sighed, "But I would rather be here with you than there without you."

A warm feeling spread through Rory's entire being at that. He put an arm around her and for the longest time, they just sat there, sipping wine and chatting pointless as only lovers could.