River sat on the park bench, watching as her children played. Their laughter rang out, filling the playground with joy. She loved them so much, yet they made her think of everything that she had lost. Everything she had given up.

"Mummy?" She looked over to see her youngest looking at her with big brown eyes. The same eyes of every little girl on the playground. Yet despite the fact Cal was the only unique looking child among all the clones, River's youngest daughter was still special. So was her son. They molded themselves around River becoming irrevocably hers. "What's the matter, Mummy? You look sad."

River smiled at her daughter. "No, my love. I'm just thinking."

"About daddy?" That's how they referred to the Doctor. Cal of course knew he wasn't their father, but the other two liked to think that the dashing hero of their bedtime stories was their dad. So River let them. She liked to think so as well sometimes. If her and the Doctor had ever had kids...Oh how he would have loved them so. He would have been a wonderful father. Well he had been a wonderful father. She had spent some time stalking his past, she had watched him on Gallefrey raising his children. His daughter had been a spitfire, never afraid to back down. Just like him. His son was more of a bookish type, more concerned with becoming a Time Lord than playing rough and dirty like his sister. Her children would never know how much they missed by not getting to meet him.

"Yes." River admitted. "And my mother and father as well."

"Do you miss them terribly?"

"I do. Some days more than others."

"Today do you miss them a lot?"

She was so perceptive and so innocent. A gentle little soul, the exact opposite of what River had been at that age. "Yes, darling. But you remind me a lot of them. You, and your brother and sister."

The little girl smiled. "We do?"

"Of course you do. Why do you think I named you after them? Your grandmother would have been so proud to know you had her name."

Amelia smiled.

"Amelia! Come play with us!" Rory called.

"Are you going to be okay, Mummy?"

"Of course I am." River said, kissing her daughter's forehead. "Go have fun."

She turned and ran to her brother. Cal picked her up and twirled her around, making her shriek with joy. River smiled. She would never stop missing what she lost. But she would never regret what she got in return.