Happy Saturday, my sweets! A tib-bit of story, just for you.
River wandered down the hallway, blinking sleep from her eyes as she pulled on a dressing gown. It was a crisp winter morning, with a weary sun bleeding through dull, grey clouds overhead, dimly shining on the dark green grass that grew in stark contrast to the pale snow still covering the ground in places.
The garden was dotted with colour even in such cold weather, the various winter-growing flowers splashes of brightness amongst the frost and the frozen; the bowing heads of pristine, white snowdrops, the blushing pink of Christmas roses, the raucous red stars of amaryllis, or the sunglow yellow of the witch hazel that the Doctor would sometimes twist into crowns, gracing his head as he darted around the yard in brutal snowball fights with Nebula.
The house too was dotted with evidence of the bright life outside the frosted glass of the windows. Vases and jars were filled with the winter blooms, adorning every windowsill and end table. River would even often find Hunter asleep in his cot with a flower tucked behind his ear or gripped in his chubby fists. Where winter brought the smell of spices and roasting meat to some houses, it brought the fragrant smell of silky petals and fresh-picked buds to the brick manor house with the blue door.
River smiled as she passed the living room, corners of her eyes crinkling at the sight of the Doctor's sleeping form splayed across the lounge, one hand hanging off the edge to graze the carpeted floor and the other rested on tiny Hunter's back, the baby curled up on his chest. They painted a pretty picture in the soft glow of sunshine and River found a sudden urge to capture the moment before the sun moved behind a cloud and her husband stirred awake.
So she did, - after rummaging through a drawer and triumphantly holding up a small digital camera - quickly turning to the two on the lounge to snap a picture. She carefully placed the camera back in the drawer, moving closer to the lounge so to reach a hand down, softly stroking her baby's cheek before moving to push the hair back off her husband's forehead. They both grumbled in their sleep and her smile widened.
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