Life in Stardust (a One Shot Collection)

Monuments

A shifting next to her woke Yaz.

"You're coming to bed late," she commented to her wife.

"Yeah, sorry. TARDIS maintenance."

Yaz smiled at that. She supposed it made sense, it had been a while since they used the spaceship. It probably needed routine maintenance to make sure it wasn't completely out of service if they needed it.

"That's okay, babe," she pulled the Doctor close to her and kissed her forehead.

The blonde responded by planting a gentle kiss against Yaz's neck. They spent a short while like that, breathing and kissing against each other. It was warm and comfortable under the duvet and both felt contented.

Yaz, now more awake, used her hand to explore the familiar shapes of the Doctor's body. She stroked down her sides and softly squeezed her behind, prompting a soft sigh from the Time Lord.

The younger woman released a moan when the Doctor stroked along her nipple. She squirmed a bit, trying to contour herself to her wife's body.

The Doctor marked a deep kiss on Yaz's collarbone, searing desire into the spot.

"You're so gentle, love," Yaz remarked. She wasn't sure if she meant it as a compliment or as a challenge to go further. Either way, the Doctor smiled against her skin and traced a line from her breast to her lower abdomen.

"I don't have to be gentle, you know?" Yaz could hear the smirk she likely wore.

She could feel a yearning building in the pit of her stomach and wasn't about to protest about anything her partner had in mind.

"Don't be, then," Yaz dared.

The Doctor shifted herself to sit above her, legs settled on either side of her hips.

Her head dipped down and her lips brushed past Yaz's pulse point, sending a light chill down her body.

"You're still being so very gentle." Yaz half complained.

The woman above her chuckled and used her hands to trace along the ribs that just barely showed on Yaz's skin. She began to work her way lower when she was interrupted by a cry on the monitor on the nightstand next to them.

Yaz sighed, "Your turn this time,"

The Doctor made a brief pouting face before climbing off of the bed and shrugging on her nightgown.

The crying grew louder and the Doctor huffed as she walked into the hallway.

"I know, I know, I'm coming!" Yaz could hear her say as she walked toward the room at the end of the hall.

Though she was a little frustrated being left turned on, she smiled to herself. It was still surreal sometimes to know that she'd married the love of her life. That they had come this far, and now she could call the Doctor her very own. They both knew it was a complicated situation, a Time Lord and human becoming romantically involved. But, they took it in their stride.

Yaz knew that she wouldn't necessarily grow old with her wife. But, she had come to be okay with that. As much as endings hurt, they loved each other enough to work through the hard times.

"He says he's hungry," the Doctor walked in holding their son a few minutes later.

Yaz laughed, "I still don't really believe that you speak baby."

Her wife scoffed at that, faking offense. A smile quickly overtook her face, though, and she handed Yaz the baby.

"Good morning, Finn," she grinned. He had been waking semi-regularly in the early hours of the morning. It wasn't ideal, but at least Yaz and the Doctor had been awake this time and hadn't been awoken by loud cries.

Finneas made a few whines, indicating that he was, indeed, hungry.

Yaz sighed and brought him to her chest so she could feed him before he started crying more.

She looked up and locked eyes with the Doctor, who was smiling softly at the woman and child in front of her.

"I love you so much, Yaz,"

"I love you too, sweetheart." The women kissed briefly as the Doctor sat down next to Yaz.

"I can't really believe he's already six months old. I never expected time to fly this fast when we aren't time travelling." the Time Lord said. And she meant it. Before all this, before settling down, she never imagined that the natural progression of time could be so quick. But, since she'd settled into a "normal" life with Yaz, she'd grown used to how most people lived their lives.

"Yeah, it's crazy," Yaz agreed. She watched as Finn suckled on her and felt so close to him and to the Doctor in that moment. Here she was, with a wife and a son, enjoying her life far more than she could have ever imagined.

When she was just sixteen, she hadn't wanted to continue going. She felt that she had nowhere to go. But deciding to keep going had been the best decision she could've made. She'd met this amazing, mysterious, confusing woman who had changed her life for the better. The Doctor had introduced her to a whole new life she never would have thought possible, and led her on the most incredible adventures.

She really had turned her life on its head, but it had been the best thing to ever happen to her. Now she was living the best way she could think, and none of the dread she felt at sixteen lingered.

The Doctor gazed lovingly at Finn, and Yaz could tell just how much room he took up in her hearts.

"He looks so much like you," The Time Lord smiled.

"He does," Yaz echoed. "I suppose that means he's cute?"

"Oh, the cutest!"

They laughed and watched their son gradually stop feeding, already falling asleep again.

Yaz eventually pulled Finn from her breast and settled him against her shoulder to burp him before he passed out. He was very quickly nodding off, and she couldn't help but kiss his head about a million times.

She settled against the headboard of the bed, leaning comfortably and holding Finn tight against her. The Doctor lay down next to her, wrapping her arms around her midsection. The trio were all tired, and were content sleeping as a small heap of warmth and love.

Before succumbing to her exhausted state, Yaz once again reflected on her life as she knew it. Everything had changed so drastically in the last decade, but it still felt like she and the Doctor had first confessed their feelings the week prior. The life they'd built together was so much more than she could have ever dreamt.

They had gone from friends, to awkwardly avoiding each other because they both had trouble confronting their feelings, to eventually confiding in each other. Those confessions had led them to falling in love, to getting engaged, to marrying. And what a wedding it was, Yaz thought. She had cried, her mum had cried, her dad had shed a tear. Her sister pretended to be cool but inside Yaz knew that she had been so very proud of her for finding this life for herself.

Holding her child and laying in her wife's arms in that moment was all that she needed. Something so simple, yet so precious and meaningful. They breathed in unison, and she could feel the heartbeats against her skin as she drifted into unconsciousness.

In the early hours of the morning, the Doctor, Yaz, and their son Finn all fell asleep exchanging body heat and sharing dreams of each other.

Yaz, especially, dreamed about a long and fulfilling life with the Doctor. Having children, exploring their relationship further, sharing moments like this over and over. She dreamed that nothing would ever go wrong again. Not as long as she had the Doctor. Not as long as she had this wonderful life to share with the world.

Even in her sleep, her face held a smile at how right everything was in her world.