Good morning/afternoon! I'm not dead and this story sure as hell isn't discarded, I'm just really bad at motivating myself to do things. I wouldn't really call this a chapter, more of a quick outline of what River goes through with these two shenanigan makers. If you guys like this I might write a proper chapter or two about domestic Timelord life so make sure to review at the end. Anyway, hope you like it!
Living with two Timelords, River had come to realise, is a highly arduous endeavour, as demanding and taxing as raising a child. You can only imagine her dismay when a quiet epiphany on a dreary Thursday afternoon led her to the realisation that in roughly three months she would be doing just that – raising a child. A mostly Timelord child. And she was quite sure that that was two more Timelords than she could handle, if you could consider the almost non-existent control she had over her husband handling.
They were awake at all hours and constantly bored, needing even the tiniest, most menial task to occupy them, whether it was repeatedly throwing a ball against the wall, cleaning the windows or (Nebula's latest pursuit) reading every single book that resided in the library from cover to cover. It did however come in handy on occasion when River's steadily growing bump got in the way of doing her everyday domestic duties that she detested. One word of clothes to be hung out to dry, rooms to be vacuumed or work shirts to be ironed, and the pair were off; tearing through her household chores, soon back to complaining about their boredom once more.
Though, not every day was bustling with activity, not every day did the walls ring with the song-song Gallifreyan that the pair found great pleasure with conversing in. Some days the Doctor received a distress call from a spaceship light-years away or a hasty phone call from an old friend several galaxies over and the two of them dematerialised away, coming back some time in the next few days.
But some days are so, so blessed. Some days River wakes up to the heavy breathing of her sleeping husband, curled up beside her. Some days Nebula can be found passed out on the lounge in front of the fire, an open book still clutched in her hands.
Some days, when a Timelord's huge amount of energy is used up and the Sand Man comes to call, River gets a few hours of sweet relief, unburdened with the responsibility of living with two Timelords.
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