I got an ask from a Nonnie this morning that planted this cute lil scene in my head. I made it purposely ambiguous, so you can read this as a Tentoo/Rose, Ten/Rose AU, or anything else your brain can conjure up. It doesn’t even have to be Ten/Tentoo. It could be any Doctor of your choosing.
There’s also a treat at the end ;) (God bless Georgia Tennant)
Enjoy this small dose of tooth-rotting kid fic fluff.
He looks up from his stack of papers to see a little blonde head peeking ‘round his office door. Despite the massive workload he ought to be doing, he can’t help but smile at her.
“Daddy, d’you wanna dance with me?”
He realizes she’s holding an iPad and that quiet music is playing from it.
“Dance?” he asks, suppressing a grimace. He has nearly a hundred exams he’s got to mark, plus half a dozen letters of recommendations to write, plus that seminar lecture he’s giving next month, which he hasn’t even begun plan. “What about Mummy? Or your sisters?”
She rolls her eyes as though he’s being particularly daft.
“I’m the princess at a royal ball,” she says a little impatiently, “and you’re the Prince Charming.”
“Oh, am I?” he asks, amused. He sets down his pen.
She nods solemnly. “An’ we gotta dance together. It’s… it’s truh-dish-un.” Her little brow furrows as she slowly sounds out the word, over-enunciating each of the syllables.
All of a sudden, he doesn’t care about exams or letters or presentations. He doesn’t care about anything at all except for his little girl, standing in front of him with those big blue eyes he can never say no to. “Well, who am I to snub tradition. I would be delighted to dance with you, Princess.”
She beams at him like he’s made her the happiest person in the world. And in the eyes of a four-year-old princess, perhaps he just had.
He pushes away from his desk while she skips forward and sets the iPad on the bookcase, flipping through the tablet to find the music she wants. When she turns up the volume, he hears a song from The Greatest Showman, her most recent obsession. It’s isn’t a particularly good song to dance to, but she doesn’t seem to mind.
Neither does he, as he steps toward her. He stops a few feet in front of her and dips into a low bow.
“Would you honor me with a dance, Princess?”
She giggles and squats in a clumsy curtsy. “Yes, Prince Charming.”
He holds out his hand, and when she slips her little one into his palm, he bends and kisses the backs of her knuckles, sending her into another giggling fit.
Together, they dance. To start off, he has her stand on his feet so he can guide them both through the song, but she soon tires of that and jumps off. She then begins moving her hips and shoulders and arms, all seemingly independent of each other, but when he looks closer, he notices she’s actually carrying the rhythm quite well.
He tries to copy her movements as best he can, often messing up just to hear her laugh.
They dance through a total of four songs, before he gently, grudgingly pulls away from her.
“You have honored me with many dances today, Princess,” he says, bowing. “You have made me the happiest prince in the realm. But I am afraid duty calls.” He sees the disappointment crossing her face and hastens to continue. “However, I heard a rumor that there’s to be a grand ball this evening, after supper. All of the princesses in the castle will be in attendance and will be wearing their finest dresses.”
Her entire face lights up, and he desperately hopes the rest of the family will be on board to play pretend tonight.
“Might we postpone the remainder of our dances until then?” he asks.
“Do you promise?” she asks, bouncing on her toes.
“Cross my heart,” he replies softly, drawing an ‘X’ across his chest, and then across hers. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
“Then I’ll see you tonight, Prince Charming. Wear your best suit an’ I’ll wear my best dress.”
He snaps off a salute, and bows once more.
“Farewell, Princess,” he murmurs, kissing the back of her hand.
“Fare thee well,” she replies, grabbing a tissue from the box on his desk. She waves it like a medieval love token, then thrusts it towards him. “Something to remember me by.”
“I could never forget you,” he swears. He takes her offered token and tucks it into his pocket.
She turns on her heel, gathers up her iPad, and prances from the room. He, meanwhile, heads back to his desk. He grabs his phone to text Rose that they have to throw a make believe ball that night, but several messages from her await him.
Without him ever realizing, she had seen him dancing with their daughter and had recorded it. She sent him the video file, broken into multiple pieces, along with the message, “Preparations for the royal ball are underway ;) All inhabitants of the castle are thrilled.”
He grins and replies with a thumbs up, then, ignoring his work for just a little longer, he sits back in his chair to watch the videos of himself dancing with one of his princesses.
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