Angela stood by the crib, peering through the slats. "He's noisy," she said, wrinkling her nose.

"Yes, he just wants a bit of attention. Do you want to hold him?" Donna asked, scooping James up. He stopped crying, and gazed solemnly at Angela.

Angela looked sceptical, but nodded. The Doctor led her to sit in a chair, and Donna settled James in her lap. The two just stared at each other for a moment, then James let out a wail. Angela looked stricken, so Donna picked up the baby again, and the Doctor lifted Angela up for a hug. "He's just hungry, sweetheart. You didn't do anything wrong. C'mon, let's go get our breakfast, shall we?"

"Can I make the toast?" Angela asked. He could swear she was batting her eyelashes just as her mother did when she was trying to talk him into something.

"Yes, but I'll help you," he answered, setting her down so she could run ahead of him to the kitchen.

They were soon sitting at the table, and he was showing her the finer points of scooping marmalade out of the jar with one's fingers. "See, two fingers, like so," and he demonstrated. He handed the jar to her, and she scooped out some, licking her fingers with a grin.

"Oh, please don't show her that trick," Donna said, walking in and putting James in his highchair.

"She needs at least one bad habit. Otherwise she's too perfect," he said, winking at Angela. She tried to wink back, but only succeeded in blinking at him.

"Her habit of taking everything apart 'to see how it works' should be enough, don't you think?"

"Well, she had to get something from me. She looks like a tiny copy of you, after all," he said. He offered James some oatmeal, but he seemed happier to smear it around his face.

Donna took the chair next to him, sipping her tea. He slid his plate over to her, offering her some toast. "Mm, thanks."

"I made it!" Angela said, proudly.

"So you did, dear. And you did a fine job," Donna replied. She turned to see the Doctor gazing at her. "Oh, no, I know that look. Two is plenty, don't you think?"

"We'll see," he said. "For now, let me go get this one cleaned up." He picked up James, holding him away from his shirt to keep the oatmeal off. He carried him into the bathroom. He soon gave up on trying to keep the mess off of himself, so he just turned on the shower and stepped under the spray with him.

Donna found them there, James waving his hands to catch the spray, blinking water out of his eyes. She laughed. "You might have taken off your own clothes, at least," she said.

The Doctor turned off the water. "Well, I didn't really think that through."

"Ba ba boo," James said emphatically, and they both laughed.

"So you say," Donna said, wrapping them both in a towel. She met the Doctor's eyes. "This feels familiar," she said, with a wink.

He grinned. "Rather more of us in the room this time," he said.

Angela appeared in the doorway. "I want a shower!"

"Not now, dear. Why don't you go pick out a dress to wear today," Donna said, taking James to dry him off. "We're going on an outing today."

"Hello!"

Donna opened her eyes to see another pair of eyes blinking at her over the edge of the bed. "James. What are you doing out of bed?"

"Up!" he said.

"He thinks it's morning," Angela said, from behind him. "He won't listen to me."

The Doctor mumbled, "It's not morning yet. I'm still asleep."

Donna smiled into the pillow. "Alright, you two, up you get." She lifted James into the bed, and Angela climbed up on her own. After much wiggling and bouncing, the two were happily settled between their parents. The Doctor propped his head on his hand, looking at Donna over them. "So much for sleep," she said.

"This is better," he answered.

She reached over the children to take his hand. "Maybe we should drop these two off at Mum's for a day or so."

He raised his eyebrow, "Oh, really? Why's that then?"

"I shouldn't have to spell it out for you," she said, squeezing his hand.

"I can spell!" Angela said, "I can spell lots of things!"

"So you can, my clever girl," the Doctor said, chuckling. "You'll be cleverer than me before you know it."

"So, where shall we go today?" Donna asked. "When it's finally morning, that is."

"Anywhere you like," he answered. "Anywhere at all."