I couldn't help myself...I love the idea of River and the Doctor having a baby, so I had to write a story about it! I hope you enjoy the first chapter. Please please please read and review. The more you review the faster I will have the next chapter up!...Funny how that works, isn't it? Well...enjoy.

(Takes place right after the Wedding of River Song. Season 6 spoilers)

Oh yes, I sadly do not own the brilliance of Doctor Who or any of the lovely characters.

The rain pounded against her cell window as it always did. She never minded the sound. It was rather relaxing after all the excitement she always had popping up in her very less than average life. But today was quiet. River was sitting alone on her bed with her elbows resting on her knees and her forehead in her hands. Worry was etched into the lines of her pretty face, but her corkscrew curls fell as a curtain around her face to hide it from any of the guards who were constantly patrolling up and down the corridor to keep her in check—not that they ever could, but they put in the best effort they could. Right now she did not want them to know anything was wrong. She absolutely did not want them to know why tears were threatening to spill out of her smoky green eyes.

As she sat wishing for a solution to fall out of the sky a sound began to mingle with the rain. She looked up and strained her ears to catch it. She knew that sound. She knew that sound almost better than any other in the world except….

"Hi honey! I'm home!" his voice. Standing before the bars of her cell was a tall lanky man in a tweed jacket and an absurd bowtie. He was smiling ridiculously at her as he soniced the lock of the cell and opened the door.

"Hello Sweetie," greeted River trying to quickly wipe the melancholy emotions she had been feeling from her face and replace them with one of her playful smiles, but the Doctor was too quick. He was always too quick even for her.

"River, what's wrong?" he asked, but before either of them could say another word lights began flashing and an ear-splitting siren shrieked throughout the prison.

"Ah, perhaps we better adjourn to the Tardis?" suggested River. She then took the Doctor's hand and practically dragged him out of her cell and into the hall. Together they sprinted the few feet to the Tardis where they tumbled in after each other smiling broadly at each other. River let out a relieved laugh and the Doctor skipped about merrily to the console of his beloved machine. He'd already completely forgotten he was asking River what was the matter. He was too excited to be off on another adventure.

"Where to today my wife?" he inquired as he pulled a lever here and smashed down a button there.

"Where are we, Doctor?" she inquired not moving to correct the mistakes he was making, but instead pulling out her beloved and battered blue diary.

"Oh yes! I'd nearly forgotten. Um….you and I just got married!" he announced very brightly as he threw his arms in the air and spun around in a very Doctorish fashion.

"That isn't too bad then. I'm a bit further along than that, but not by much," she replied, secretly having a double meaning to those words.

"Oh good! We're almost linear! That's brilliant….and new. Never been linear with our timelines before….interesting!" he began to ramble as he resumed his skipping around the console. Meanwhile River had walked to the couch and sat down, resting her head on the back of it and closing her eyes wearily.

"Now, where should we go today? I fancy a party. Perhaps we could go to a party in the 80s. I bet that would be interesting. Or maybe we could go see how the cavemen boogied. Or we could…." Suddenly the Doctor stopped his over-excited monologue and his jerking movements to stand staring at River who was sitting on the couch and looking as if she was asleep. This was very odd behavior. She hadn't even gone to get her blaster yet. She never went anywhere without her blaster.

"Uh….River?" he questioned uncertainly as he took a few hesitant steps in her direction.

"Yes, Sweetie?' she replied not moving or even opening her eyes.

"Are you….um…all right?" he questioned. "You haven't corrected my driving once—and where is your blaster?"

"I'm just tired, dear. Quite tired," she answered letting the weariness show in her voice. She knew why she was tired and she knew he was going to want to know, but how could she possibly tell him?

"River, what's going on?" he asked slowly, eyeing her suspiciously. He moved to sit next to her rather awkwardly, but kept his eyes steadily on her. She turned her head to look at him, and for a moment they just sat that way. They watched each other wondering what the other would do next.

"It's complicated," she finally answered and turned her gaze away from him so she didn't have to continue to look into his very old and very kind eyes. She sighed and wondered why she had ever let this happen.

"River, look at me. Tell me what is going on. You know I can help you. I'm the king of complicated! It's my middle name…well, no, it's not…but that's not the point. Tell me," he urged, keeping himself from going off on a tangent. He reached out and took her hand, giving it an encouraging squeeze. He didn't move to hug or comfort her in any other way. He was very aware that she would probably not appreciate it. River was always so strong and independent. She never wanted help or consolation unless she specifically sought it out and it seemed right now was one of the moments where she absolutely didn't want to be coddled.

Eventually she did look at him, but when she did it was such a sad look that it nearly broke the Doctor's hearts. She gave his hand another squeeze before standing and walking a few paces away from the couch. The next time she spoke her back was to him so he couldn't see her face or the tear sliding down her cheek. She wasn't usually like this—so emotional, but right now was not a time she could control it.

"Doctor, I'm pregnant," she whispered so quietly he almost didn't hear her. Shock flashed onto his face as the words sunk in. That was not what he was expecting to hear. He had suspected she'd gotten herself into a bind she couldn't get out of on her own or that she'd seen something horrifying that even strong River couldn't handle, but not this.

"Pregnant?...With—a baby?" he asked stupidly, frozen in place where he sat on the couch.

"Yes, I am." She turned to him as more tears began streaming down her face. She looked at him sadly and waited for what he would say next.