"Rory, no. You know you can't."

"Why not?"

"Because! It's invading their privacy!"

Rory snorted. "He's the one invading her privacy, Amy."

"She's the one making all those suggestions and pinching his bum."

"And he's the one kissing her!"

Amy sighed. "Just because you caught him initiating a kiss doesn't mean you can rig up cameras in the control room."

"If he'd keep his hands to himself, it wouldn't be a problem, would it?"

"I'm pretty sure that he didn't even know his hand was on her-"

"Don't say it, Amy! That's our daughter!" He adjusted the camera once more, so it was pointed at the console.

"Breast!" She sang, "He didn't know his hand was on her-"

"Amy!"

"I fail to see the problem here. He likes her, she likes him, they're obviously attracted, and they're going to get married in the future! What's wrong with-"

"Wait, what?"

"Yeah, they're attracted! He's a moth, she's the flame. You can tell, he does the funky hovering mating ritual."

"What do you mean, mating- Okay, no," He shakes his head, "How do you know they're going to be married?"

She smiled cheekily, plopping down in a chair. "Oh, I don't know..."

"Amy.." Rory pursed his lips.

"She told me."

He snorted, rolling his eyes and going back to setting up the camera. "Right. River."

Amy twirled a piece of hair around her finger. "Fine, not directly, but there was a conversation that led directly to me saying 'you're his wife' and River saying 'you are very good'. They'll be married, is the point."

Rory stepped down from the stool. "Fine. I don't care. They're not married yet."

"But-"

"So no.. no-"

"Fondling her breast?"

"Yes!" Rory snapped, a blush crawling down his neck.

"So are you saying yes he can, or-" She grins at him.

"Amy..." He gives her a pleading look, and she relents.

"Alright. But this is still an invasion of privacy. You can't just video the console room. I have no desire to have a video of my best friend and daughter making out until they run out of oxygen. I trust them not to do anything rash. I mean, they're God-knows-how-old. Older than us. Most of the time-" Rory snorts, and she ignores him, plowing on-"most of the time they have good judgment. You know they do. And River's not a little girl anymore."

Her husband's eyes soften as he walks to stand beside her, brushing a hair away from her face. "I know- I do. It's just.. it feels like she should be, and like I'm programmed to feel so..so protective over her now, like I can't change it. My brain is wired to think this way for some reason. She should be about two feet tall right now, waddling around, and I should be taking away sharp things and holding her hand, and.." He looked away, "and here she is, and she's beautiful and amazing, but she's all grown up. She shoots monsters and saves planets and sees all of these things, knows all these things that would overwhelm and consume a person, when she should be learning to talk and walk. "

"I know." Amy says. Then, "And she has a sex life."

"Amy!" Rory's face burns red. "Not with the Doctor."

"Sure?"

"He's only met her a few times!" He argues, "Surely they aren't... already..."

"What do you think he does when we sleep?" She grins, eyeing her husband, "Sits around? You think he has the patience for that?"

"Well, no, but..."

Amy rubbed his shoulder, "He's in the rebellious stage. Or he's learning to be. He's like a teenager."

"Oh." Rory says. He pauses, "Does that mean River's the bad influence?"

"Now you're catching on."

He groaned. "Great. We'll have to train him to avoid her advances. To keep it in his pants. God, we are parenting!"

There's a strange sound then, a huff, almost, and then a clattering under the console.

Rory closes his eyes.

"Doctor?"

The alien clears his throat. "Yes?"

"Go to your room."

[A/N. So, very short. But the idea popped up, so... yep. I don't know. Just doing a little experimenting. :)

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