She closed her eyes feeling relaxed for a moment. “Then what she is saying? Right now? Or before?” She realised she was babbling so she stopped. “I’m not? That’s something at least.” She ran her free hand through his hair. “Mmm…”
“She’s actually dreaming right now, but when you were singing … she was saying how you have a lovely voice and how she wishes she’ll be like you when she grows,” he whispered against her ear. “No you’re not, you’re brilliant as always,” he kissed her temple. “Ready to head on to bed?”
“How can you know? It’s not like you can know what she’s saying, do you? I think you were joking when you said you can speak baby. It’s silly.” She looked up at him. “What? No. No, I want you to listen in. I just thought… I don’t want to disappoint you, that’s all. You know I love you.”
And he watched her a second, laughing a little. “No, I actually wasn’t kidding about speaking baby, I really can,” he grinned some. “That and I’m telepathic, so I can easily read her mind if I choose to.” He kissed her cheek and rested his nose against her temple. “You aren’t disappointing me, I think you’re a wonderful singer.”
She bites her lip, holding back a blush. “Doctorrrr… I don’t. It was probably silly doing it.” Amy bites his lip playfully. “Sorry. Overreacting again.”
He laughed a little and wrinkled his nose. “No, you’re not silly, she likes to hear her mummy sing. I promise not to listen again if you keep doing it for her,” he said and playfully pulled a face. “It’s fine. I think it’s lovely.”
When she was close enough, she looked like she was going to kiss him, but instead, her rested her forehead on his. “Oh… well… I haven’t got much of a voice. That’s why I hardly ever sing.”
He slid an arm around her waist and rested his forehead against hers. He turned his head a little to nuzzle his nose against hers. “I think you have a lovely singing voice. She seems to enjoy it, so as long as you sing to her, that’s all that matters.”
Amy crosses her arms at him. “Why am I not surprised?” She stopped just near his face, their lips itches from each other. “She does. I’m sure she does. I think you must have got that part from you, love.”
And he grinned a little bit, watching her for a second. He licked his lips and shrugged. “This is the first that I’ve ever heard you sing and I quite like it, so perhaps you are right.”
[He snickered a bit.] I’ll remember to bring the currency tomorrow, but remember to wear the appropriate attire so that I can stick it in the waistband. [He teased and leaned over and kissed her jaw.]
Mmm, which means I actually have to wear knickers. Oh damn, that’s asking alot from me. [She chuckled, teasing him.]
Don’t worry, they wouldn’t last long. [He smirked at her and wrinkled his nose, giving her a wink. The TARDIS lowered the lights.] Oh, I like when she does that.
Oh, a strip show, and me without currency. [He teased, stretched out in bed, one arm behind his head.]
[She pulled her hair down and heard the few bobby pins hit the bedroom floor when she arrived. Shimming out of her skirt, she crawled into the bed.] Yep, free tonight. Not so much tomorrow. [She teased.]
[He snickered a bit.] I’ll remember to bring the currency tomorrow, but remember to wear the appropriate attire so that I can stick it in the waistband. [He teased and leaned over and kissed her jaw.]
Mmm, sounds good. He settled then?
[Making her way to the bedroom, she already casually began stripping.] He is. S’just a bit fussy but that’s all fixed.
Oh, a strip show, and me without currency. [He teased, stretched out in bed, one arm behind his head.]
