River's POV

It's been 2 weeks since we saw Craig and Sophie. My belly now reminds me of an elephant. Which isn't a bad thing. That means that the baby is growing, which is exactly what needs to happen.

I, of course, have been going to teach at the University a lot as well. With a perception filter. My husband has insisted in being in every single class and staying with me 24/7. I'm moody, and hormones are flowing through me constantly. Damn things. One minute all I want to do is take a nap, which is annoying, and the next I want to go do something, which is dangerous. Then all I want to do is snog my husband, then I want to slap him. Then I want to cuddle. I will admit one thing: I'm not being the easiest person to stay with all the time. (It doesn't help that when I apologize, he says he's used to it and that I'm acting perfectly normal for me.)

The Doctor has been battling boredom. He got a Wii, courtesy of Amy and Rory, so he can stay occupied for a short amount of time, but I can tell he's all-too ready for a real life-threatening adventure. So am I.

"I'm going to park us on Clom." I announce, and leave the room. "Hold on, River. I've just got to-" I hear a thud as I exit through the door. "Oops. That vase from Goudy is no longer going to be of service!"

I roll my eyes and continue down the corridor until I reach the control room and send us on our way.

That day, he makes sure we're just taking a leisurely tourist sort of thing. We stroll through a park, make a couple swings anti-grav, re-build a crappily built boat, and assemble some Clominite a new motor for his tricycle (well, I say tricycle. 3 wheels).

And then at the end of the day we stop the fifth world war  from happening with a bit of a broken lamp, some curtains, and a bottle of lotion. Maybe that one did involve a bit of shooting and a bit of running.

Then it's back to the TARDIS.

I'm pacing the control room at this point. The Doctor is doing some kind of WWII airplane simulator that I've passed about 20 times now.

Back and forth.

Back and forth.

Back and forth.

"Dammit!" I finally exclaim. "This isn't working. I need something to alleviate boredom. Quickly. No reason to feel like I'm in Stormcage again."

The TARDIS does an offended little hum and launches off into who-knows-where silently. I grab another gun and stick into my pocket. And a small pack of TNT, just in case.

I walk over and look at the scanner. Walmart? Why did she bring me to Walmart?

I go out the doors and my question is answered. I'm standing in the baby section of the store, looking at bottles and pacifiers and formula. I look back at the Old Girl, who is cloaked and not making any noise.

"Seriously? I know for a fact you can make all of this even better."

No response.

I give an angry huff and go to the bottles, biting my lip.

Then I realize- I've got no idea what to buy. I've never had kids before. I never really was a kid. I was too smart.

I must look pretty awkward standing there staring for exactly two minutes thirty six seconds, because soon enough an employee walks up. "Need any assistance, m'am? He asks with a Southern drawl.

"Yes, actually. I don't-" I sigh and shake my head. "I don't know what to buy." I finally admit.

He smiles and squats down to look at some on the bottom shelf. "Ah. Well, I can help with that. How far are you along?"

What do I say now? I'm about two months, maybe... 4 weeks? By human standards, that's...

"About 8 months."

He smiles up at me. "Boy or girl?"

"Girl."

"Ah." He picks a pack out and hands it up. "Those are pretty good. Good brand, anyway. What my wife uses."

"Thanks. I don't suppose you know what kind of pacifier to buy?"

He smiles and nods, then walks over with me to that section.

He picks a couple up, and is mid-way through his explanation about if it's more natural when I hear- "RIVER SONG!" from the next aisle over. I sigh and roll my eyes, then try to give him a psychic nudge and tell him where I am without interrupting the explanation.

"-so, yeah. From what I know, you'll want to get these. They're shaped right, see? If you want to help with teething for later, then-"

"-River!" He's right behind me now. I spin around, annoyed. "Honey, good grief. I can't go to Walmart without you spazzing out?" He frowns at me. "You could have told me."

"I got bored. So did the TARDIS. Now, shut up and let this guy finish telling me what pacifiers to buy."

He does, and even though the employee shoots him a weird look, he doesn't say anything. Once we're done, we've managed to get a cart full of bottles, teethers, books, toys, and a large fluffy bear. "Thanks so much." I tell the employee as he rings us up.

"No problem. Um, I was wondering, are y'all both British?"

I grin and look over at the Doctor, who shrugs. "Sort of. We move around a lot. Just spend a lot of time there, and her parents are." The guy nods and slides a fluffy bear over the scanner. "That'll be $104.25."

I pull out my wallet, and look through it for American cash, but only find credits and pounds. Sighing, I get a credit card out and hand it over.

If the guy looked at us weird when the Doctor showed up, he certainly looked confused when we took the cart and headed back to the TARDIS- which was in the middle of the store.

Everything's in the TARDIS within a couple seconds, and soon we're back in the vortex.

I'm piloting, needless to say.

He bounces in after a moment with a grin on his face. "River, I've made something!" I raise an eyebrow, but follow him anyway.

Soon we stop outside a wooden door in the corridor that's next to our room. "Close your eyes." He instructs.

"What am I, thirty?" I grumble as he guides me in, eyes shut.

"Okay- open."

I let a little gasp out at the adorable sight in front of me. The Doctor's fixed up his old cot, and it looks amazing amidst the natural green- almost jungle theme of the room. The ceiling is like the one in our own room; a view of the stars. There's all the stuff we got today already sorted out and in baskets. There's a dresser, a chest of drawers, and a changing table all in there as well.

"Oh, wow. This is-" I sigh. "Amazing."

He grins smugly. "I know."

Then, of course, I have to kiss it off, and soon enough we're walking back to the control room for a romantic evening on some random planet.

We make the reservations and get dressed, and then go to eat a delicious steak that I manage to eat in a record 2 minutes.

It's while we're waiting for the bill that I feel it. I gasp at the intensity, and almost fall out of my chair.

"River? River, what's wrong?"

I'm too busy trying not to hyperventilate as another sharp pain comes over me.

"Oh. Oh. Rassilon. Are you going into labor?!"

I deliver a sharp kick to his shin, which he takes as a 'yes', and I do my best not to scream and attract the attention of everyone in the resturaunt.

Can't you wait a little longer?! You've already stayed in me for over 2 months!

I'm not sure if it's the baby talking to me telepathically or the next sharp pain that delivers an answer-

NO.

[A/N. Yay, an update! Ok, so this one wasn't that long. Some of you know that I've been promising to make you cry, and I might, but it's not going to be for the reason I thought originally. Sorry, guess I lied. So, what do y'all think? Did you enjoy my little cliffhanger? *Evil laugh*. Tell me what you think in the comments! :) ]