Dusk ⋆ Doctor Who¹

25. The Dreams

AURORA IS UNPACKING HER SUITCASE, PUTTING HER CLOTHES IN A WARDROBE NEXT TO THE BED. She adjusts her ponytail holding her straightened hair, smiles at her work done, and climbs down the stairs.

She finds Amy, mixing ingredients in a bowl. She gets closer, and tries to taste it. Amy swats her hands away.

"Ah ah ah!" she tuts. "No eating before it's cooked."

Aurora pouts. "You suck."

"Yeah, I know, love you too."

She goes back to mixing, Aurora watching carefully. Amy's pregnant. Like, really pregnant. She can't help but worry for Amy.

And everything else around her, really.

Amy puts the whisk down, and looks at her friend. "Don't look at me like that."

"Like what?"

"Like I'm gonna burst."

Aurora giggles. "Alright, alright." Her smile turns soft. "Thanks for letting me stay, by the way."

Amy nods. "Yeah, yeah. It's your winter break, I wanted you home with us." She fully turns to her. "Have you seen the Doctor lately?"

Aurora's smile disappears, and she blushes. "Uh... no. We're not... exactly on speaking terms."

"Still? That's weird."

She shrugs. "I guess. It is what it is."

They haven't been talking since god knows when. They don't really know why, they just drifted away from one another. Well, he drifted. Aurora kept holding on. It might be one of her biggest regrets.

Amy rolls her eyes. And then she suddenly gasps, looking at her with wide eyes. Aurora panics.

"What? What's happening?!"

"Rory! Rory, it's starting!"

Aurora frantically looks around her. "Okay, okay let's uh get you on the couch, and — and..."

Amy sinks to the floor with the bowl. Her face is calm now, and she begins to eat the mixture. "Never mind, I'm fine."

Aurora blinks. "What."

She pats the floor beside her. "Sit and eat."

"I thought —"

"Sit and eat!"

Aurora obeys, grabbing a spoon and sitting next to her, eating the mixture too, complying happily.

"Ah." Rory dashes in to find them contentedly eating cake mix. "Okay, okay."

"False alarm," they say at the same time.

"What?"

"Well, I don't know what it feels like," Amy says. "I've never had a baby before."

Aurora giggles, patting her best friend's belly. "Little Aurora is just a kicker."

"We are not naming her Aurora," Rory stops.

Aurora shrugs. "Briar then."

"We are not naming our baby after you."

"Yes, we are," Amy counters.

Rory sighs. "Yeah, Briar sounds nice."

There's a wheezing sound outside. A very, very familiar wheezing sound.

Aurora and Amy look at each other. "No."

"I know, leaf blowers. Use a rake."

The former shakes her head at Rory, standing up. "No it's..."