Author's Notes: I do not own Doctor Who. Thank you so much to everyone who had followed or reviewed or read this story. So, I took way too long to finish this and I am sorry. I sort of got intimidated and then busy and there was a half marathon, but this lovely Doctor-Donna marathon is on BBC America and I decided I should close it out. Please, please let me know what you think and happy reading!

The reception had begun again without the bride and everyone danced to "Merry Xmas Everybody" by Slade. At her table, Sylvia commiserated with Francine.

"It's as if she just goes asking for trouble. This is the second wedding reception that man has ruined now."

Francine nodded. "I don't think he can help himself."

"I don't know that she seemed all that happy at the last one," remarked Wilf as he went through his plate of nibbles.

"Of course she was happy! She loved Shaun!"

Wilf shrugged. "Maybe, but she wasn't happy. Couldn't you see that? That spark missing. As if something wasn't there."

"What could possibly be missing?!," Sylvia exclaimed.

Just then, the champagne glasses began to rattle. There was an unmistakable grinding sound and it was as if there were a gust of wind in the room. As the guests stopped dancing and murmurs began, the TARDIS materialized in the center of the room.

"Oh, my God," said Sylvia.

The door opened and Donna strode out.

"You had the reception without me."

The Doctor strode out in his tuxedo. "Hello, I'm the Doctor."

Donna looked back at him. "They had the reception without me."

"I'm Donna's husband. I came anyway." He looked at Donna. "Blimey, things are full circle today."

"What the hell is going on?!," Sylvia shouted.

"Calm down, Mum," said Donna. "My head's not going to explode, but yours might..."

"Very cute, madame."

"Can we come out yet?!," Amy shouted from inside the TARDIS as she pushed past the Doctor. "We've only been stuck in here while you two made a Time Baby."

The Doctor motioned at Zara. "Tiny ears!"

"The least you could have done was let us watch," Jack commented as he led the file of companions out of the TARDIS.

"Tiny ears, Jack!"

Mickey helped Martha get the double pushchair out of the TARDIS.

"How long have you been gone?!," Sylvia demanded.

"Oh, no, no, see," the Doctor said, pointing at the babies, "they aren't ours."

"No?"

"They're our grandchildren, they belong to our son, actually," said the Doctor. "Still don't know who he is because we're having a girl."

"You're having a girl?," Sylvia asked, practically sounding it out.

"I don't really care about that sort of thing, so long as the baby's healthy," said the Doctor. "And ginger."

Donna looked at the Doctor. "What happened to easing her into it?"

"I think that was over as soon we landed the TARDIS in the middle of the dance floor," said the Doctor.

Zara popped her head out of the TARDIS. "Am I allowed out yet?"

"Of course you are," said Donna, taking her by the hand. "Mum, Gramps, this is Zara. Our beautiful, wonderful, clever daughter who came to find me."

"Is there anything else?," Sylvia snapped.

The Doctor and Donna looked at each other. Their expressions were those of two people lost in deep thought.

"Should we mention how we got married?," asked the Doctor.

"No," said Donna, shaking her head.

"I think you should," said Sylvia.

"And so do I," said Amy, returning with a glass of champagne.

"That might be worth a listen," said Martha. She and Amy clinked glasses in agreement.

The Doctor and Donna looked at each other.

"Oh, this is going to be good," said Jack. He elbowed Rory. "It's always going to be good when he gets that awkward look on his face."

"Mummy, how did you get married?," asked Zara.

Donna looked at the Doctor. "You didn't-"

"Tell her that?!," he squeaked.

"He squeaked," said Sarah Jane. "This must really be something."

The Doctor pulled out his sonic screwdriver and pointed at the deejay stand.

"I thought this was a party," said the Doctor.

Donna smiled as "Love Don't Roam" began to play. "You remembered our song."

The Doctor held out his hand. "Care to dance?"

Donna took his hand and followed him out to the dance floor. They began to dance willing themselves oblivious to the rest of the room.

"We're never finding out, are we?," asked Jack.

Ianto patted him on the shoulder. "Doesn't look like it."

"Why didn't you say anything?," Wilf asked as Donna sat across from him.

"We did try," said Donna. "Then you all forgot and we said we would try again, but I suppose we got carried away with everything and then..."

Wilf smiled.

"I'm sorry, Gramps. It was never meant to go on this long."

Wilf shrugged. "Oh, well. I'm just glad you're happy, sweetheart and that your spark is back."

Donna smiled back. "Yeah, I am." She nodded her head in Sylvia's direction. She had taken the babies to a quiet corner of the room where various aunts and cousins cooed over them. "What do you think?"

"Well, she's distracted at the moment. Keep the grandchildren coming and I don't think you'll have any real problems."

Donna laughed.

"Donna," said Sarah Jane, nudging her.

Donna looked at the dance floor. The DJ had decided to play a slow song. The floor was almost empty, save for Amy and Rory, then on the other end, the Doctor was holding Zara, swaying gently.

"Oh..." Donna didn't quite know how to handle this much cuteness. "Martha!"

Martha turned and she motioned towards the dance floor. Martha had much the same reaction as Mickey rolled his eyes. Blokes. Donna motioned for a picture and Martha snapped one with her mobile.

Donna got up and walked back across the floor.

"Hey," she said.

"Hey," said the Doctor. He shifted Zara to one side and put his arm over Donna's shoulder. Zara had her head resting on the Doctor.

"You've gotten better at dancing," Donna remarked.

"I'm a great dancer."

Donna tilted her head. "Really?"

"Never heard any complaints."

"Have you not been listening?" She looked at Zara. "Tired, baby?"

"No..." said Zara.

"That means yes," said the Doctor. "That's a tip I'm giving you. Make sure your Time Babies nap."

Donna smiled. "I knew you'd be a great dad."

"I don't know about that..."

"Zara," said Donna, taking her from the Doctor. "You know when Daddy separated us, he thought it was all for the best. He was profoundly stupid, but he thought it was all for the best."

"Yes," said Zara, half-asleep.

"So we forgive him," said Donna. "And we love him."

The Doctor pulled Donna tightly against him. "There hasn't been a moment, one second, that I haven't missed you."

Donna shook her head, eyes full of water. "And there wasn't a moment that I didn't feel like I wasn't missing something."

The Doctor nodded. "Let's not do that again."

"Yeah, I didn't like it," said Donna.

The Doctor glanced across the dance floor at Amy and Rory, then back at Donna.

"What was that?"

"Nothing."

"What was that?," Donna repeated.

The Doctor looked at Zara, she was sound asleep. He looked back at Donna. "Do you think you can handle a spoiler?"

"Oh, I hate that word." She paused. "Tart dressed as the Stig? Has she ever turned up again?"

"Donna..."

"What spoiler?"

"I might have done a little more DNA analysis on the babies. I wanted to make sure Madame Kovarian and her lot hadn't done anything to them."

"And what? Is it serious?"

"No, no, they're fine," said the Doctor. "It's just I found their other grandparents."

"Their other grandparents?," Donna asked incredulously. "How did you manage that?"

"The TARDIS already had the DNA on file." He raised an eyebrow in Amy and Rory's direction.

"What, the-" Donna's jaw dropped open. "You are kidding me."

"I'm really not."

"Their daughter and our-"

"Yup." He paused. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah, I feel much better about having them babysit now."

"We should put her in bed," said the Doctor, looking at Zara.

"Then what?," asked Donna.

"I believe I promised something about a house with walls and curtains and carpets..." the Doctor said, dreading it.

"I hate carpets," said Donna.

The Doctor nodded. "Me, too. Carpets are rubbish."

"We can do that in a day or two, but in the meantime, I've been stuck on Earth a while. I think I'm owed a trip."

The Doctor smiled. "A trip?"

"Yeah," Donna smiled, "a trip."

"Oh, Donna," said the Doctor, grinning, "you do say the nicest things."