Christmas on the TARDIS was always exciting for The Doctor, but this year was particularly special. This year, for the first time in a very long time, he would spend the holiday with his family.

He lay in bed that morning, a smile brimming on his lips. Today was going to be something he'd never forget.

River stirred in her sleep beside him. She was so beautiful, all nestled in the covers, her golden curls framing her face perfectly. How he loved that woman. She was the world to him.

"River," he whispered as he leaned over to brush some stray curls away from her face. He kissed her forehead lightly and her eyes fluttered open.

"Mmmm good morning," she said sleepily, her face brightening at the sight of her wakeup call. After stretching herself awake, she rolled her body onto her husband's chest, snuggling up against him, his arms welcoming around her.

"Merry Christmas, Doctor Song," The Doctor said, booping his wife on the nose. She scrunched her face at his touch and emitted a throaty chuckle.

"Merry Christmas, sweetie," she replied, pressing her body closer to him and leaning in for a kiss. It was a light, pure, loving kiss at first, but soon after, their tongues began dancing about. River moaned into her husband's mouth and bucked her hips closer to his; her entire body practically clinging to him. His hearts began pounding in his chest. God that woman could do things to him…

"River," the Doctor breathed.

"Mmmmm," was her only response.

"If you keep making those noises, I'm going to be forced to give you your Christmas present early."

River pulled away and stared straight into his eyes, her chest heaving madly from her deep breathing. "You can give it to me all you want," she purred.

That did it.

With one fell swoop, The Doctor flipped his wife onto her back and pinned her hands above her head, reveling in her giggles as he traced kisses down her neckline.

"Mmmm…I hope my present comes wrapped in a big bowtie," she whispered, her voice deep and silky.

"River," The Doctor growled with arousal.

She squealed as his hands suddenly grabbed her pelvis, closing the distance between them. The only thing that separated them now was their clothes.

"Shhhh," he hissed in between kisses, attempting to remove her offending garments, "you'll wake-"

Freya's cries resounded throughout the room.

"-the baby." He sighed in defeat, collapsing onto his wife's chest, the moment now lost.

River chuckled and stroked her husband's hair tenderly.

"Gahhh!" The Doctor sprung up onto all fours, pecked his wife on the lips, and hopped out of bed.

"Now, now, my little one, you just can't wait for Christmas to start, can you?" He cooed as he approached their infant daughter's cot.

River heart practically burst with happiness as she watched her husband lift their angel of a child up and out of the cot, planting countless kisses on her chubby little cheeks. "Merry," kiss, "Christmas," kiss, "Freya!" kiss.

Freya bounced gleefully in her father's arms, her golden curls springing wildly about her head.

"Come along, dear, let's go see the tree!" The Doctor exclaimed.

To be continued...

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