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A second chance; Pond family x toddler reader

"But why did he do it? Please River at least answer us that, why can't she be allowed to remember her own father?" asked Amy.

"I promised I wouldn't tell but—given the fact that you are her grandparents you at least deserve to know. Because the last mission they were on together, he almost lost her."

The Ponds turned to (y/n) with a shocked expressions.

"So what do we do now?" asked Rory.

"The Doctor wouldn't have trusted anyone else but you two with her."

"Wait what? No River we—we can't we never......"

"I know you missed your chance to raise me mum, but as her mother I'll for once agree with that stubborn man. She's not safe with either of us. And if anyone can raise her in a normal, stable life it's you two. This could be your second chance for both of you." Amy and Rory turned to each other anxiously. "Please say you'll do it, I won't take no for an answer. I believe in you two." Then with a turn of her time travel watch, she vanished from their sites.

"God sometimes I hate it when she does that." Muttered Rory.

"Yeah well she gets that from you." Amy stated bluntly. Rory gawked at her but before he could say anything, she left the kitchen and headed back to the living room where (y/n) was starting to get a little fussy now. "What's wrong love?" Amy cooed as she picked her up.

"I think she might be hungry." They took her back to the kitchen and with no highchair, Amy decided to just keep her in her lap while Rory looked through the fridge and the cabinets to see what they all had.

"I'll run by the store tomorrow and get some supplies for her."

"Also some food too. All I can find here that would be suitable for her is either some tomatoes and fish fingers and custard."

"Try the latter." Remembering how her father was obsessed with fish fingers and custard when she first met him when she was a little girl, Amy thought that maybe (y/n) might like them too.

Rory warmed up the fish fingers and prepared the custard. Once the fish fingers were done, he cut them up into small pieces small enough for (y/n) not to choke. He then used a fork to poke one of the pieces and he held it out to (y/n).

She took one look at it and pushed it aside exclaiming out.

"Yuckie!"

"Okay, try the tomato." Rory set aside the first dish and took out one of the tomatoes and cut it up into small pieces. He placed them on a plate and held it out to (y/n) who kept turning her head aside refusing to look at it even as Rory tried to get her to look at them.

After the failed attempt of getting her to eat, (y/n) suddenly began to cry.

"Shhh, shh it's okay. It's okay honey." Amy tried to soothe her.

"Wait—you.....you don't think she needs to be....you know." Rory didn't even want to say it. Amy turned to him and said.

"What?'

"You know—changed." Amy then looked down at (y/n) and felt her pants and she did feel a little damp. It was at that point they had a situation on their hands.

Thanks to a neighbor who had a toddler around (y/n)'s eyes that was still using diapers, they now had (y/n) lying on their bed with a couple of diapers to settle her till morning for Amy to go to the store.

"So do you know how—" Rory started off.

"How should I know?"

"I thought all girls were supposed to automatically know this stuff?" Amy turned toward Rory and stared at him offendedly.

"I'm gonna pretend you didn't say that. Now come on, we can do this, together." Rory turned to his wife and nodded as he said.

"Together."

But all that resulted in was Rory fainting as soon as the horrible stench filled the air.

After the whole diaper changing incident, Amy and Rory decided to go back to bed. They set (y/n) between the two of them until they got her a bed.

"Think you can stay here for tonight (y/n)?" Amy asked. (Y/n) nodded and she yawned as she tiredly spoke.

"Night, night Auntie Amy, night, night uncah Rory."

"Goodnight poppet." Rory said. He then reached over and turned off the light and soon the Ponds and (y/n) fell fast asleep.

The first few weeks of them officially becoming 'new parents' were intense. Like the time the two of them tried to give (y/n) her first bath, which ended up in a game of hide and seek because all (y/n) really wanted to do was play instead of taking a bath.

Another time was when the time came to toilet train her. They had bought all the books and training potty and when it came time for (y/n) to use the bathroom, they watched over her but nothing would happen for hours and hours. Then when she would stand up after not going potty, sometimes she ended up having an accident on the bathroom floor.

But despite some of the awkward phases and moments, the Ponds eventually got the hang of it and soon saw (y/n) as their own child and loved spending every waking moment with her. Amy loved having the special girl time with (y/n) like going out shopping for clothes, going to the park and swinging on the swings, and having little tea parties. Rory also loved spending the time with her, especially at nighttime when he took over for storytelling or comforting her when the nightmares came around.

Like for example one autumn night, he woke up to the sound of (y/n)'s crying. He immediately shot up and raced from the master bedroom to her bedroom and saw her tossing and turning in her bed crying.

"(Y/n)? (Y/n) wake up love." She shot up whimpering and Rory calmed her down, "It's okay, it's okay you're okay poppet."

"It was scary uncah Rory." She whimpered as she clung onto Rory's nightshirt. He picked her up and held her close to his chest and said as he softly rocked her trying to soothe her crying.

"It was just a bad dream poppet, no need to be scared anymore."

"But—but what if.....it comes back?"

"Then I guess I'm gonna have to—tickle it out of you!" He suddenly began tickling her stomach. Her tears of sorrow and fear now changed to happiness and joy as she squirmed in her uncle's embrace and cried out with laughter. "You gonna have any more bad dreams?"

"Nohahahaho!" she exclaimed out.

"Are you sure about that?" Rory asked teasingly.

"Yehehehehessss!" Deciding to believe her, he ceased his tickle attack.

"Okay. Now you promise no more bad dreams?"

"I promise." Rory smiled softly and tucked her back into bed and stroked some of her hair out of her face.

"Alright poppet, back to sleep." He kissed her forehead and (y/n) shut her eyes going back to sleep. Rory got up and headed back to the master bedroom and fell back asleep, assured that his niece would not have any more bad dreams.

Unbeknownst to anyone in the house, coming up the stairs and entering (y/n)'s room was the Doctor. He silently walked up towards his daughter and knelt down beside her.

"I'm sorry love." Using his timelord magic, his hand glowed and he softly touched his daughter's temple which caused her face to become more relaxed as the dream she had, which was actually a memory of what had happened to her before her memory was erased, was taken away from her subconscious.

Now that she wore a content smile, the Doctor smile brokenheartedly as he whispered to her as he stroked her hair out of her face.

"No more bad dreams, and no more bad memories."