A/N: This chapter was written as an apology for The-Doctors-Song...Hope I am forgiven haha ^_^ SO I'm no the best at writing these scenes, seeing as I haven't ever done this, but here you go! Please go read The-Doctors-Song stories! Anyways...enjoy! And please review!

Still not Ginger

He had no idea he had left her in the TARDIS by herself in the first place. He was reluctant, despite her reassurances but he knew he had to go, or she would probably bite his head off. He should have known something like this would happen. It would be just his luck.

It was a simple task, really. Nothing to it! Just land on earth somewhere near the shops, run out and buy more Fish Fingers and Custard since she had run out their supply with her every night cravings. Not hard at all, right? Except for the simple fact that it seemed like everyone in this town had suddenly decided to have Fish Fingers for dinner and Custard for desert because every shop he visited were sold out of both products.

So he was running as fast as he could to the next town only five minutes away, and yes he was aware that he had a Space ship that could travel anywhere in space and time, thank you very much. It was just that…well his wife was heavily, and he meant HEAVILY pregnant, and her hormones weren't quite what they used to be. In simple terms, he was frightened to go back to break the news to her. He'd rather have to run to the next town to get some then have no legs to run with.

It didn't take him long to grab the food, somehow weaving his way out of paying, saying that he was on urgent business from the Duchess of York, his psychic paper easily convincing the old shop lady. He ran back quickly to the TARDIS, breathless and his arms aching from carrying the groceries and he let out a sigh of relief as he unlocked the doors and stumbled in. He knew immediately that something was wrong because it was quite. The TARDIS wasn't making her usual soft humming and River wasn't in the control room. It just didn't sit right, he decided. Discarding the bags next to the console, he started up the hall, his hands worrying at his suspenders.

"River, sweetie!" He called, moving through the TARDIS quickly, trying not to panic. A soft voice from further up, in the bathroom he was guessing, called out to him accompanied by a slightly urgent thrum under his feet. The Doctor quickened his pace and then opened the door to the bathroom, immediately spotting his wife with her had resting against the edge of the bath rub, her body engulfed in warm water and her arms were encircling her stomach. Her hair was pulled back into a bun, strands hanging loose around her face and her eyes were closed tight, her face contorted as if she was trying not to scream. He moved to her side quickly, rolling his sleeves up and he didn't need her to say anything to know what was happening. So many, many, many years ago, he had watched his first wife go through this, but surprisingly, she was much more vocal than River.

He gripped her hand and she squeezed, a gentle moan escaping her lips.

"Glad you could finally make it home," River said, panting.

"Sorry, there was a complication at the shops," He answered offhandedly, his fingers skimming over her belly and between her thighs. "How long, River?"

She let a puff of air out. "Ooh, I'd say an hour or two…It started almost immediately after you left. I decided a bath might help calm the little one down but," she hissed as his fingers probed her, trying to check how far along she was, "it doesn't seem to be working. Can you please take your fingers out of me, sweetie? I already have your watermelon headed child in there, you're just adding to the pain."

The Doctor nodded and rinsed his fingers, letting her squeeze his other hand again.

"Well, Mrs Robinson, our 'watermelon headed child' is just about ready to meet us formally, so up you get." He helped her to her feet, grabbing a towel to wrap around her body and she moaned as another contraction tore at her stomach.

"Oh I hate you," she muttered and he grinned, leading her towards the bedroom slowly.

"No you don't." The Doctor sat her down on the floor, stuffing several pillows behind her head and his warm fingers were rubbing gentle circles on her thigh. River frowned at him. There was something he hadn't told her. It was like he had done this before.

"Sweetie," River moaned as he pushed her knees ups, "how do you know what to do? You're not actually a medical Doctor and have been all this time without telling anyone, are you?"

His green eyes darted up to her blue ones, a sparkle of sadness in them.

"Later, I promise. But for now, I need you to push, okay."

She nodded and as the contraction flared up again, she screamed, bearing down. The TARDIS started vibrating gently, enough to help River relax. The Doctor gripped her thigh, rubbing small circles again. She was right; he baby did have a watermelon head.

"BLOODY HELL I HATE YOU! I CAN'T DO IT!" River snarled through her teeth angrily and he winced at her pain, knowing that he caused this as much a she did.

"Come on, River Song, you're not giving up! You never give up! Come on sweetie, you're almost past the head, just a few more pushes and he'll be-"

The Doctor cut himself off. River had asked to not know the gender of the baby until it was born and now he had spoiled it, with only minutes to go. She started crying, her hands curled around the carpet angrily and bore down again, screaming through her pain.

"Damn you, you stupid little man!" She sobbed and he wanted desperately to hug her and apologize but she had just past the head and was on the final stretch.

"That's it River!" He encouraged her and she wrenched her hand free from the carpet to slap her husband. As she did, her child slipped from her body, into the Doctors waiting arms.

Their little baby boy let out a wail of annoyance at being forced from his home of nine-months and the Doctor grinned, cleaning his child. He cleared his airways and cut the cord before he crawled up to his wife.

"I present you to your son, River," He introduced softly, his face alight with happiness.

"He's beautiful," She swooned, the tears of upset dissolving for tears of joy and relief.

"My little Roman." The Doctor smiled, pressing his lips to her forehead and then his son's.

River nodded her agreement at his name and let out another sob of happiness. They remained on the floor for a bit, Roman's crying subsiding and the Doctor finally stood, taking his son to the old crib that was sitting on the bed. He helped River up and made her comfortable on the bed before he cradled his son into the bathroom, no doubt for a bath.

River was drifting into the land of sleep and exhaustion when she heard her husband crying indignantly, "AND STILL NOT GINGER!"