A/N: Hey guys. I'm back with a second PBS story. Now, I just found out what was wrong with my laptop charger because when I went to use it today, it popped up and said (Plugged in but not charging). So I have to take it in with the charger to get it looked at tomorrow but for now I have a loner battery that is fully charged to use for today.

Anywho, I am not the best at song fics, especially when I don't have the lyrics in front of me but luckily I have the song stuck in my head so I can manage.

Notes: THIS IS NOT A ROMANCE STORY! Okay, so I know the sound A Thousand Years is typically a love song, but I listened to the lyrics and after removing the music video, I've been able to put my own spin on it and make it a family fic. So don't let the title steer you wrong.

Question: Should I make this a drabble series or just keep it a one-shot?

This was the moment of truth and despite the calm face that the dog put on, on the inside, his heart was beating like mad. He had already gone through half of the process of adoption. The colors for the baby's room had been picked and his handwritten promise to protect the child as his own had been sent to the adoption agency. Now all he had to do was sit back and wait for that phone call. After that, it was one more court date before he could finally bring the baby home. Simple enough right?

"Then why am I so worried?" He thought allowed as he looked down at the photo in his hands.

He had only visited the baby three times but already he loved him like his own. How could he love this child though, with the thought of it all falling through weighing over his head? It would be a stupid move on his end to get to attached, but he did. Somewhere in the back of his mind he knew that this possibility was very slim, after all, not only was he the one person that the child seemed to trust (he did save him from that box after all) and he was a model citizen. With that thought in mind, he took another sip of his tea and waited.

At that moment, the phone rang.

"Hello?" He answered, a slight break in his voice from his nervousness.

"Mr. Peabody?" A female's voice came through the other end.

He recognized this voice to be the head of the adoption agency and the one who got to decide if he was fit enough a parent to take the next step in the adoption. It was all up to her call now if he would be able to take one step back or one step closer in the process.

"This is he." The dog answered, his voice smoother now that he had calmed down a bit.

"I just called to tell you that your paperwork has been looked over an-" There was that pause, the one that could be either good or bad. "My assistant went over it first and he was a bit hesitant, claiming that he didn't see you as a fit enough person- well dog in this case."

"Is that so?" He felt a bit annoyed that the woman was now beating around the bush. "But what are your thoughts on the matter?"

"Personally, I've read through both your history and that of the child's and reviewed the footage of your visits with him, and after reading the packet, I'd honestly have to say-" There was that pause again that she seemed to be so fond of! "I don't see any reason why you would not be able to adopt the baby. So I've set up a court date for June 2nd and everything will be finalized then."

"Thank you Madame." Peabody said in his calmest voice, attempting to mask his excitement. "That is wonderful news."

"I knew you would say that." He could detect the smile on her face as she spoke. "I will see you then."

The call was then dropped and the breath that the dog didn't even know he was holding was released. He was one step closer now. One step closer to having his own son!

Waiting was torture. Practically murder on one's nerves! For the past half an hour the dog had felt as though he could die just from waiting for so long. Of course, he knew that that has never and would never happen. With another deep breath, he checked his wrist watch yet again. 4:45pm. It had been just 45 minutes ago that the court had officiated everything and the adoption had gone through. Now, he was waiting for them to bring his son in.

"Sherman." He read aloud from the birth certificate in an attempt to break the ever present silence.

At that moment, the door to his right opened and in entered the woman he had spoken to on the floor just before his court date. In her arms, there was a small blue bundle. The white dog stood up suddenly and watched as she approached. She was smiling widely as she stopped in front of him and bent so that she could place the bundle into his arms.

"There you are." She said sweetly, taking a few steps back so that the father could admire his new baby.

Mr. Peabody looked down at the sleeping baby's face and smiled softly at him. He reached a paw and gently removed the child's glasses (the one's that matched his own) and stroked his's little cheek. Sherman took this moment to open his tiny, brown, eyes and looked up into his new father's green eyes. The baby smiled softly and yipped. Almost like a little puppy would. At that moment, Mr. Peabody knew that he truly loved this little boy.

That was until the boy began to grow and Mr. Peabody soon realized that the little boy would soon need more space to run around, and also he would need a good education. Plans for the WABAC were then formed and the machine was then built and presented to the boy one the day of his birthday when Peabody deemed the boy old enough to own a time machine.

"Where should we go first?" Sherman asked excitedly as he jumped up in down.

"Not where Sherman. When." Mr. Peabody replied, setting the dial to a thousand years into the past and hitting the shiny red button.

The pair were then whisked away on what would be the first of their many adventures, some which ended up being recorded by the historical figures that they met along the way. So that in a thousand years from then or now, everyone would see a dog and his boy, appearing everywhere in history without ever knowing how they got there or why.

Only Mr. Peabody would know why. Knowing that he built that time machine, the WABAC, so that he could spend a thousand years with his son.

I'll love you for a thousand more...