A/N: *hides* please don't hate me, I'm sorry this last chapter has been so long in coming. I've been busy IRL, but that's no excuse for taking this long, and I'm sorry.

River woke unexpectedly to a pain in her middle. She frowned. She'd been getting a lot of cramps recently, and the only thing that really helped was tea. Sighing, she climbed out of bed and padded down the TARDIS hall to the kitchen to fix herself a cuppa. Once she had her tea, she wandered into the console room.

The Doctor was still up, as usual, fiddling with some faulty wiring that kept sparking. "You know, she might not like it that you keep fiddling around with her," she remarked, taking a gulp of tea. The Doctor looked up from behind his goggles and grinned.

"I'm just exploring. All those years, and I never realized she was sentient. Do you know, when I first borrowed her, I could barely fly her?" he commented, tightening a bolt.

River winced as another cramp shot through her. This one was stronger, as if someone was stretching an elastic band around her belly. She shook it off and took another swallow of her tea. "Sounds like you," she joked. She winced again and dropped a hand to her stomach. That really hurt, whatever it was.

The Doctor frowned, following her hand. "Everything alright?" he asked, eyes sharp.

"Fine," she said, nodding. She turned to go back to the kitchen to replace her mug- or maybe get more tea- when another cramp overtook her, this one so strong that she doubled over in pain. Behind her, she heard the Doctor leap up from under the console glass floor and hurry over.

"River?" he asked, voice urgent. "What's wrong, what's happening?"

River groaned and straightened a bit, hand still on her belly. "Get- get my dad," she gasped. "He- I need him."

The Doctor nodded and rushed to the console, then hurried back to brace River against the handrail as the TARDIS took off. It materialised in Amy's back garden, and the Doctor rushed out. Minutes later he returned, Amy and Rory in tow. He looked panicked. "What's going on?!"

River groaned and bent double as another pain shot through her. Rory ignored the other two and hurried over, guiding her to sit on the ground near the console. "River, I need you to breathe for me," he ordered. "Where does it hurt?"

River sucked in air as though it hurt to do so, and squeezed her eyes shut. She touched her belly with her fingertips. "Right here."

Rory gently felt her abdomen and frowned. That... wasn't right. "Doctor, have you got some sort of- sonogram machine, or something? I need to see what's inside her."

The Doctor nodded and raced away, returning a minute later with something that looked for all the world like a tablet. "Just use it like you're taking a video," he explained, handing it to Rory. He nodded and turned to River, scanning her abdomen quickly. Then he set it aside, nodding. He looked at River, then asked her a quiet question which the Doctor couldn't hear. She nodded, and Rory motioned Amy over to help.

"What is it, what's going on?" The Doctor asked, for once completely out of his element. River grabbed her mother's hand and squeezed it as another cramp shot through her, much stronger now. When it was over, she sat back, gasping.

"She's pregnant," Amy said curtly to the Doctor, helping River sit upright. "She's gone into labor; why didn't you tell us?" She scowled up at the Doctor for a minute, before River shook her head and set a hand on Amy's shoulder.

"It's my fault, he didn't know. I- I didn't even know, I thought I'd lost the baby, I didn't tell him," she said softly, glancing up at the Doctor. Amy shook her head.

"You two. Someone needs to teach you how to tell each other things!" Rory and Amy helped River stand, and Amy turned back to the Doctor. "Where's the clinic? I'm sure the TARDIS has one."

The Doctor led the way, and the next two hours were a blur as River worked through the cramps and cravings- side effect of Time Baby labor- and Rory tried to sort out the differences in physiology between humans and Time Lords. Amy held River's hand and cheered her on, and the Doctor rushed about throwing out random facts about childbirth till Amy sent him out to prepare a nursery. "We'll call you when she's done giving birth!"

Three hours later, River lay back, exhausted, as Rory cut the umbilical cord and cleaned her baby off before laying it on her chest. "It's a boy," he said quietly, smiling before he and Amy started to clean up. River, ignoring them, wrapped her arms around her son and gently ran a finger down his cheek.

"He's perfect," she murmured softly as he turned his head to try and suck on her finger. Then she frowned and looked over at her parents, just as Amy returned with the Doctor. "Shouldn't he be crying?" she asked in concern. The Doctor hurried over and peered down at her and the baby.

"Time Lord babies don't when they're first born. That comes later." He looked over at the Ponds. "Rory, Amy, do you know what day it is? We're parked in your back garden, and little one here need's a birthday."

Rory checked his watch. "April 5, 2013. Sorry, I wasn't looking at the clock when he was born."

The Doctor waved him off. "The TARDIS can help with that, she's good with that sort of thing. Well. She has to be, she's a time machine." He grinned and shook his head, leaning over to press a gentle kiss to his son's head. When he looked up at River, there were tears in his eyes, and he looked sad.

River didn't notice. She was too busy committing everything about her son's face to memory, from his peach fuzz to the way his tiny lips moved to his closed eyes and slender, barely there eyebrows. He was still turning his head, mouth looking for food, and River finally realized what she was supposed to do. "Mum? Can you help me?" She waved Amy over, and together they managed to get her son feeding. River smiled up at Amy. "Wasn't so hard, with you here to help me," she joked.

Amy shook her head and looked down at her grandson. "You realize you're going to have to name him."

River blinked. "I knew I'd forgotten something!

A/N: So I hope that extremely long chapter in some way makes up for the long wait. I had several different drafts I was going to use, but I lost my USB and still haven't found it (yes, it's been seven months). Let's say Time Babies are in the womb for seven months, and I was aiming for chronology, or... something. There's more to this chapter, but again, I'm going to split it off here, before the angst gets started. Because there will be angst. Also I have to think of an awesome name for little Mr. Song there. :D