"Can I join you?" The Doctor asked as he entered the library. River smiled. "Yeah. It's Shakespeare."

He grinned at his wife and laid down beside her, sticking his head in her lap. It was sort of like a tradition they had. Whenever they were both slightly synchronized, River would read to him. She made fun of him as often as possible for it, of course, but if he was honest, he just liked hearing the sound of her voice.

River picked the book up again and started reading.

"Or thou shouldst find thou hast dishonour'd me.
Think not, although in writing I preferr'd
The manner of thy vile outrageous crimes,
That therefore I have forged, or am not able
Verbatim to rehearse the method of my pen:
No, prelate; such is thy audacious wickedness,
Thy lewd, pestiferous and dissentious pranks,
As very infants prattle of thy pride."

She paused to look down at her husband, who was playing with her hair. "What are you doing?" He grinned sheepishly. "Sorry, it's distracting. Besides, you're reading  the one about Henry VI. He wasn't the nicest guy, and..." He paused at her glare. "You know what, just keep reading."

She rolled her eyes fondly and continued.

"Thou art a most pernicious usurer,
Forward by nature, enemy to peace;
Lascivious, wanton, more than well beseems
A man of thy profession and degree;
And for thy treachery, what's more manifest?
In that thou laid'st a trap to take my life,
As well at London bridge as at the Tower.
Beside, I fear me, if thy thoughts were sifted,
The king, thy sovereign, is not quite exempt
From envious malice of thy swelling heart."

She stopped and looked down again. "What is it with my hair that makes you touch it every three seconds?!"

"Well," he chose his words carefully, "it's really quite nice. And you've got it up, and it's really quite nicer down, I think. Not that it isn't nice up, too!" He added quickly.

She sat the book down. "Ok, how about I take my hair down and lay in your lap, and read to myself?"

He pretended to think about it, putting a finger on his chin. "I suppose so. Or you could read something else!"

   -5 minutes later-

"It is my lady, O, it is my love!
O, that she knew she were!
She speaks yet she says nothing: what of that?
Her eye discourses; I will answer it.
I am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks:
Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven,
Having some business, do entreat her eyes
To twinkle in their spheres till they return.
What if her eyes were there, they in her head?
The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars,
As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven
Would through the airy region stream so bright
That birds would sing and think it were not night.
See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand!
O, that I were a glove upon that hand,
That I might touch that cheek!"

River stopped for breath. "I still think this is a stupid idea. This is a love tragedy, dear."

"Well, then we won't read the whole thing."

She sat the book down and took the Doctor's hand out of her hair. "We could just not read, you know."

He pouted. "But I like it when you read! It makes it better! And I get to play with your hair!"  She arched an eyebrow. "Romeo and Juliet doesn't really make me happy. Actually, that's why it's called a tragedy. Not really appropriate after we had that whole planet blown up thing today."

He sighed. "Well, let's read something else then. Preferably not archeology."

"You've read every book in this library. Your pick."

He stroked his fingers through some of her curls that were hanging down her shoulder. "Well, we could always have a good cuddle, wife."

She laughed. He frowned. "What? Have we not cuddled before in your time line?"

She shook her head. "Ok, my love. You're just being really domestic."

"Am not! It's just you reading, and then us cuddling. Before that we blew up that cheese planet. Not very domestic to me." He said.

"Ok, all right. Cuddling."

He grinned and sat up, then pulled her into his arms. "How's this?"

"Great, except now my gun's digging into my hip."

"That wouldn't happen if you didn't carry it."

"Shut up." She replied, got the pistol and sat in on the coffee table, and leaned back into him.

The Doctor messed with her hair, and it tumbled all the way down her  shoulders. "That's better."

She half-heartedly batted his hands away with closed eyes. They sat in silence for a few minutes before he began talking again. "You know, we could always try this more often. Just sitting still with each other. Other than when we're sleeping, I mean. I'm pretty sure this helps blood pressure or something. And it alleviates stress. Has anyone ever told you that you're really warm? And your hair makes an excellent pillow, by the way. Also, I like that little tattoo on your-"

 "Shut up before I bring out the duct tape." River said, effectively hushing him.

He grabbed her hand quietly and studied it.

Why didn't they wear a wedding ring? Obviously, it could be used against them, but still. They were  symbolic things. It meant that they were taken, and that no one else could mess with them. It meant they had pledged their hearts to someone else, and that they weren't leaving. It meant undying love, since it was a circle. It symbolizes hope that the other would be there as well.

Maybe one day he'd get one.

He looked down at his sleeping wife. Maybe he could get her one, too.

He slid an arm behind her head and maneuvered the other under her knees, then stood up. She wasn't exactly light, but he knew that had to do with all the muscle she gained on her adventures, both with and without him.

He walked out of the library and headed down the corridor, and almost collided into Rory.

"Oh. Sorry." Rory said, glancing down at his daughter. "I'm guessing you two had another adventure while we slept?"

He shrugged. "Something like that. Erm, I'm going to bring her to bed, so you two can do whatever you usually do, and-"

"-Hey dad." River interrupted, voice laden with exhaustion. "Hey." He responded, and leaned down to brush a kiss to her forehead. "You're letting me carry you when you're awake?" The Doctor asked his smug-looking wife.

"Hey, you're the one that woke me up. You should know by now that my senses are really good."

He sighed. "I'm still putting you in bed."

"Mk." She said, and leaned her head back against his chest. Rory patted the Time Lord on the shoulder and walked on past them.

He carried her into their bedroom and laid her down. She rolled over to a more comfortable position. "This whole 'cuddling when we aren't sleeping thing' isn't going to work out. I can't stay awake." She murmured. He grinned and slid on next to her.

"That's ok. I can't either."

[A/N. Ok, I couldn't leave Peter Capaldi's wedding ring alone, so I came up with this! Maybe he's had it and it didn't fit or something, I don't know. Maybe I'll make one where he presents it to River. Anyway, thanks for reading! Tell me what you thought in the comments. (Voting works as well). Till the next time!]