The Girl of Colours (Book TWO)

Moving Day

Callie:

"I'm home!" I called, running into 13 Bannerman Road, my long skirt dragging on the stairs as I sprinted upstairs to the attic. "Luke, Sky, Sarah Jane!"

Running inside, I frowned as I saw the room in darkness, but the moment the door was closed, they jumped out with a massive Welcome Home! Banner. "Surprise!"

I laughed at that, running to hug my daughter as she came forward. "Oh, I missed you guys! Sky, you're so gorgeous!"

"Oh, it's even better in here now!" Dad laughed, coming into the attic with Amy and Rory a moment after. "Sarah!" And then he ran to hug her. "Tell you what, you looked after my Callie better than I ever could have."

"Doctor!" She grinned, hugging him back, before I got to hug my Luke, that warmth flooding me in our 4 month absence from each other. "I didn't really get much choice or warning, did I? No, I loved having her here, and when her and Luke buy a house nearby, it'll great to know the grandkids after Sky."

Which seemed to remind dad to look at his new granddaughter, skinny and built like a boy near the laptop desk. "Ah, so you're my Callie's little girl. I'm your gramps, the Doctor, but you call me gramps.2

"I'm Sky. Mum adopted me after Miss Myers created me to destroy the metal kind." She explained, holding out her hand cautiously. "Nice to meet you."

"Dad, you're being really forward, its scaring her." I told him, putting a hand on the 12 year olds shoulder. "It's my dad, poppet. He's got the mental age of Clyde, and the actual age of almost 1000. He's harmless, a big loveable lug. Oh, and this is the Ponds, Amy and Rory, they're loveable too, especially Rory."

Sky smiled then, and hugged him, which he loved and picked her up, while I just rested into Luke, remembering what House showed me. I came back, I would always come back until I never left. "I missed you so much. Every second I wanted you there with me." I told him as they all got chatting, Sky now babbling away to dad about anything and everything. "I'm sorry that I can't tell you anything. I want to, but I can't."

He nodded, holding me close. "I know, Love. Spoilers. You'll be able to tell me someday, but for now, your lips must be sealed." Then he sealed them with his, and the colours started to sing louder, like the hallelujah chorus. "Come on, I want to show you something." 

Luke took my hand, pulling me out of the room, down to the next landing where our own room was. Except that it was in varying stages of being packed up, boxes everywhere. "Um, am I going somewhere?" Then I realised Lukes things were being packed too. "We're, going somewhere. What about Sky?"

"She's coming. She's packing her stuff too." He told me as I lay down on our bed, smelling so strongly of him that I loved it. "Describe your dream house to me, Callie. The sort of house that you want to raise our children in."

Pausing for a moment, I imagined us moving into a house after the wedding, a baby a year or so later, with a big garden for him and Sky to play in, and a big kitchen to try and make mince pies at Christmas, and have everyone over, staying the night.

"Big, big kitchen, at least 4 bedrooms, so that we can have friends and family over. big garden, so we can have a swing, a dining room with a big long table, ready for Christmas parties. It has to be in Ealing, so we're near to your mum, but near to a train station so that I can go to Cardiff to see Uncle Jack if he comes back. Has to have a good school nearby, for Sky and the baby when we have one, and just... It has to be a place we can have good memories, like we have here."

He grinned at me then, moving to lie on top of me, kissing my lips, my neck, my hair, everything. Then he hit me over the head with a rolled up bundle of paper and lay down next to me instead. "Look at that."