I smile at the green color that she got from her mother. "She's got your eyes."

River nods, then gulps. "Hello. I'm your mum, and that's your dad." She gestures to me, and I wave. The baby gurgles. I frown.

"No, it's not. It's ok. It's a real chin." River soothes. The baby gurgles again.

I grin at what she says. "I like them, too. Look, you can play with them." I reach over and gently twirl one of River's curls around my finger.

"Oh, great. Now you'll both have a fetish with my hair."

"Yes, we will." I reply, and smile when Brooke reaches for a curl, too.

River looks down at her, a tear sliding down her cheek. "How do we do this? I can't.... What are we going to do?"

I scoot my chair closer and pick Brooke up. "We can worry about that later." I smile at my daughter. "But I won't leave you to raise her alone, I promise."

I nudge Martha with my toe, eager to show off my child. She wakes up slowly, yawning before focusing on the bundle in my arms. "Oh my... is that..? Yes, that's your daughter!" She squeals, then scoots her chair over to us. "Hello!" She reaches out and runs a thumb over her arm.

"What's her name?"

"Brooke."

She grins even wider. "Hello, Brooke!" My daughter gurgles. "I know, but not everyone can have awesome hair like Mum's." I reply.

She pouts and says something again.

"I'm sorry! I can't go around telling everyone to buy a wig!"

"Um, Doctor, what are you doing?" Martha asks. "I speak baby." I listen to my daughter again. "No, I can't! People don't wear wigs when I tell them to!"

"And she's telling you to make everyone buy a wig?" Martha says, eyebrows raised. "Apparently she really likes my hair." River says smugly.

I frown at her and stick out my tongue. "Well, she likes my bowtie!"

"She most certainly does not."

The baby gurgles again, and I smile in triumph. "You heard her."

River rolls her eyes. "Fine. But she is not wearing any hat that I don't approve of."

"Mum's no fun, is she?"

Brooke says something else about milk, and I can feel my face flush. "Um, no, I don't. That's... no." River arches an eyebrow. "Sweetie, let Martha hold her." She says, changing the subject.

I nod. "Right! Sorry. Here." I stand up and deposit her into Martha's arms, kicking Jack in the shin while I'm there. He snaps awake.

"Whipped cream!" He yells, and I cross my arms across my chest. "Not gonna ask. But Brooke's awake." He looks around me. "Oh, wow. That is definitely your nose." He observes.

"Oi!"

"Hey, it's a cute nose." He responds. "On two very cute people."

He walks over to Martha, and gets on his knees to get a closer look. "And River's chin."

"Thank the Lord." Martha says.

"Oi!"

Then the baby tells her mum something. "Um, she's hungry again." I inform them, and go pick her up and give her back to River. "Her name's Mum!" I hiss out, and Brooke simply smiles and swats at my chin. "It is not! My chin is perfectly fine."

She turns her head to River, decidedly ignoring me. I give a little huff and sit back down.

River's POV

I watch in amusement as my daughter makes a snide remark about the Doctor's chin, then hits at it. He frowns. "It is not! My chin is perfectly fine." He hands her over after that, and I bring her back under the cover.

She turns in to me, and sends me a message.

Milky, do you think he could use it to hit a ball? Like a baseball bat? You know, I never did appreciate it when you fell asleep when you were watching telly. I had to listen to a lot of crap. I don't like baseball.

Well, I didn't appreciate it when you were hitting me and trying to break out! And it's mum, missy.

What, so you'd like being in a dark space where I have to listen to every single thing you say and hear and eat what you eat? I like chocolate frosting, but seriously!?

I roll my eyes. Keep thinking to me and you won't get any milk.

Thankfully, that's all she says. I finish feeding her, and she goes back to sleep.

"She's annoying me." I announce, and Martha looks at me with confusion, while Jack and the Doctor just look amused. "She's got a link to me, too, dear. But she likes us, so that's a start." The Doctor tells me.

"Seriously, though. Milky?"

"Hey, you called Amy the 'Big Milk thing' when you were a baby!"

"Slightly different circumstances! I didn't have a mental link to her, now did I? How was I supposed to know what her name was?"

The Doctor sighs and leans back. "I don't know, honey. Do you want me to get you something? Water, or, um... chocolate frosting?"

I think on it. "Yeah. Go get me some cupcakes. From Teshan."

"You heard her, Jack."

Jack snaps his head to look at him. "No, no, no. You know just as well as I do that the TARDIS doesn't like me. She'll put me in a pile of trash or something."

"Vortex manipulator." I cut in.

"Don't have it. It's at Torchwood."

I motion to a bag on the side. "That should have mine in it. Don't bring it back, and I'll find you and kill you multiple times."

"Fine." He grumbles something under his breath, but gets it out anyway, and goes away with a quick flash and some smoke.

I pull the baby away from me and fix my gown yet again. "Hungry, isn't she?" The Doctor observes.

"Well, she's mostly Time Lord, and babies naturally eat a lot when they're born." Martha tells him.

I cradle her head gently and move her to my shoulder. "Um, Martha? Do I burp her?"

"Yeah. Then if she's still hungry, you switch."

I nod and lightly tap her on the back a few times until she makes a little noise. "You still hungry, sweetie?"

"No, I'm good." My husband says. I roll my eyes. "I was talking to Brooke."

"But I'm Sweetie!" He protests, waving his hands.

"Are you seriously jealous of your own child, my love?"

"No... but you call me that. Let her get another nickname."

I want Daddy.

I smile. "Well, she wants you to hold her, apparently, so maybe you should ask her."

He beams. "Okay. Come here." He reaches over and scoops Brooke up. "What do you think, eh? What should mum call you?"

Brooke just giggles and swats at his chin again. "Oi! Stop!"

She ignores him and grabs on. Yes, it could hit a ball, Milky!

He unlatches her and holds down her arms. "My chin. Don't mess with it." She gurgles something along the lines of "milk milk, milky mum", and I groan. "Not milky. Mum! Get it right, Brooke!"

He hands her over yet again. I barely get the cover on when Jack gets back with a carton of cupcakes. "These things are expensive, River!"

I grab one and bite into it, letting out a breathy moan when the sugary icing hits my tongue.

The Doctor grabs his blanket and puts it on with a little squeak. "Oh, gross." Martha mumbles, and I grin. Ah, the effects I have on my husband.

Doctor's POV

Jack eventually stands up and goes to the cafeteria with Martha and Amy, once she wakes up. Rory remains passed out asleep, and my wife gets there too.

A nurse comes in about that point. "Hello. We were told there were two unauthorized visitors coming this way. Have you seen them?" I shake my head. "Nope. Just us. Amy went to the cafeteria."

"Alright. There was a member of security chasing them, but apparently he slipped in some kind of goo." I mentally thank the Old Girl. "Oh, no."

"Yes, but he didn't break anything. Is the child done eating? We need to test her senses, make sure everything's normal."

I look over to my sleeping wife, who's holding Brooke quietly under the cover. They look so peaceful, and my hearts swell with pride at this family I've started. "Can you come back in a few minutes?"

She nods, and walks out of the room.

River is so beautiful right now, holding our daughter. She has a slight smile on her face, and is covering Brooke almost protectively while she sleeps.

I never thought I'd have this again. How could I? I killed so many in the Time War, and I destroy everything close to me. But Brooke isn't just like me, she's a part of me. A part of River, too, something I'll always be thankful for.

I've seen so many things through my years. I've seen the universe begin, and I've seen it end. I've seen worlds born and destroyed, seen stars die. I've seen the most stars you can see in one sky on a date with my wife. She was more beautiful than them then, and still is now.

But River holding our daughter? It's easily the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.

I have a family again. An amazing, wonderful family. My in-laws will always be my best friends. My wife is my best friend. My daughter, at the moment, is the most wonderful thing there could possibly be in the universe. My old family may be gone. My old friends may be gone. But, for the first time after the Time War, I think that maybe the universe isn't as terrible. Maybe there's a reason I'm the one who survived.

Maybe I can do this.

There's only one thing staring me in the face right now that I've got to take care of. I have a child to look after now. I have a family to look after now. And now there is absolutely no way that I'd let my child go without a mother, or me without my wife.

I've put off thinking about it thoroughly for long enough. I know what I have to do.

Not today. I've got a family to look after. There are still some things I want to do first. I mean, once everyone's settled, Amy and Rory have been asking to go to Manhattan. And they deserve a break from the craziness they've gone through. Once River and I figure things out, I can take them.

But there's something I have to do soon. If I don't have my wife with me through this, I don't know that I'll be able to manage. My daughter sealed the deal, and now there's no way out.

I have to go to the Library.

[A/N. Super long author's note that I really want you to read. Please :)

Sequel Title. I've been talking about this in the last author's note, and I'm still talking about it now. I don't want the title to be Hello Sweetie 2. I need something else. If you have an idea, even if you think it sucks, please message it to me or comment it. Thanks :) Already have an idea from @SammurottOfTardis: How to raise a Time Lady 101. I think it's pretty good. Whadya think?

I thought long and hard about who to dedicate this chapter to. There are a few who have read this since the beginning. One is @riversong4ever, as you know, since I dedicated a previous chapter to her for her support. The person I'm dedicating this one to is @Agnitti. She's a fellow Whovian that I've chatted with frequently, and not only do we have a lot in common, she's one of the first ones that read my works. (Also, her works are awesome. Seriously, go read them).

(Also, thanks to @EpicGeek. One of the more recent people on here, but has been cheerleading me on ever since she joined.)

 IMPORTANT: Wow. This was the last chapter of this story. I am seriously amazed that I finished. I started last year, sometime in August, and now I have a total of 48 followers, 434 votes, and 11 stories uploaded. I have to thank you yet again for being here and supporting me through this. This year has actually been hard for me, because I've been facing some challenges to get past. Writing seems to help that, and I'm really glad that people have been enjoying my work. My mind is still blown away at what I started with and what I ended up with. I absolutely had no intention of making this a baby fic or making a sequel with Library stuff in it (spoilers!). This was genuinely supposed to be about a honeymoon. Again, just thank y'all so much for all that you've done to support me through this. You're the best.]