They climbed into their Tardis together, waving back at the other pair of Smiths. He closed the door as she walked over to where she always sat, forcing a smile.
"Where are we going?" She asked as he started to put coordinates into the console.
"I was thinking we could move into our house again, but the thing is Martha made me promise to visit her in January so I don't think we move in for a while."
"Shouldn't we go and get the keys though? That man might be really confused if don't show up for seven months." She said as he nodded in agreement.
"Yes, let's go and pick up the keys from him and then we can move in half a year later. The neighbors will think we're crazy." The Tardis landed and he reached down and took her hand.
"Good, it'll be just like our old neighbors," he laughed as they walked out of the Tardis and up the steps to their house.
She knocked on the door and it was answered by the man they had met, what had been for him, three days ago.
"Oh good you're here! I wasn't sure when to expect you. But here's all the paperwork and the keys." He handed the stack to John and then handed the keys to Rose. "So I just need you to sign here, and here, and here. It's a good thing I'm an estate agent and I've already got this all with me."
John nodded signing the last space. After the paper work was all done they found themselves alone in their house. He smiled down at her as she genuinely smiled back, "Do you know what I want to do now?" She asked her tongue sticking out from her teeth.
"What?" he asked his foolish grin growing on his face.
"I," she put her hand onto his chest walking closer to him, dramatically pausing, "want to tear," she paused again her face inches away from his now, "down those horrendous curtains."
She walked past him giggling as she started to pull down the different colored curtains. "Rooooose," he whined walking over to her, grabbing her around the waist.
"What?" She asked glancing up at him, "did you want to take them down?"
"We'll I guess I've got some dishes to do." Martha said standing up and clearing the plates off of the Table.
"It's weird," Mickey said walking up behind her grabbing the cups.
"What is?" She pulled the dishwasher open and started to put them in.
"Our house felt so chaotic and crazy and now it's so quiet and peaceful and I honestly hate it."
She turned and looked at him, "I do too."
"Do you think you'd want it to be that chaotic like that again?" She took the cups from him and loaded them into the dish washer.
"Yeah, they're coming in December that's only half a year from now."
"But that's only for one day, would you ever want something more permanent."
"Do you mean like a family?" He nodded and she looked down thinking for a moment, "I'd love that," without another word she grabbed him in an enormous hug, "but in six months the Doctor errrrr…John saw me and I wasn't pregnant."
Surprised that Martha had agreed so quickly he took a minute to process everything, "we could wait a few months and then try. That way when he does come you're not showing yet."
"Alright," she agreed.
"Alright?" he asked still not believing everything that Martha had quickly agreed to.
"Yes," and she kissed him, she had been waiting for Mickey to decide that he was ready for this and finally he was.
Rory was on the phone. The day they had left with the Doctor to now had only been four days. She knew that the Doctor had visited Rory's father and told him about it after they had gotten stuck.
Knowing Rory's father he had probably wanted to wait a few weeks until he was sure that they really weren't coming back. For once her father in-laws doubts had paid off and not all of their loved one's thought that they were dead.
She stood up from where she was sitting in her favorite chair and walked outside grabbing the keys to their car. She had a crazy idea.
She got into the car and drove to where she knew it was. She climbed out and walked up to the door and knocked timidly. No one answered so she turned around started to walk back to the car. Before she reached the car the door swung open. "Sorry, I was feeding him and I couldn't—Amy?"
She turned back around to see Martha standing in the doorway holding a tiny baby in her arms. Mickey walked up behind her and Martha handed the little boy over to him.
Martha ran down the steps to her and grabbed the red head in a large embrace. "Amy I can't believe you're here! How are you?" Martha let her go and took a step back smiling at her. Amy beamed back.
"I—I think I'm okay, but Martha you have a baby, is he yours?"
She nodded, "yeah he is, his names Jonathan, John for short."
"John Smith?" Amy asked smiling happily at the name.
"We flipped a coin for who go to choose the name." Martha explained looking back at Mickey.
"Needless to say I lost." Mickey said looking at his wife.
"Good thing too, you would've named him Mickey Junior." Amy laughed, feeling like she had part of her new family back.