#comealongmrsmith

"You’re leaving out cookies and milk to encourage an old fat man to break into our house?" John asked, and Amy hit him with a towel. She was setting out the plate and the mug of milk for Santa and John was being so…complicated. He just didn’t get the whole holiday magic thing, did he?

"Santa doesn’t break into houses! He comes through the chimney," she stated, shaking her head at her husband. Putting the towel away, she brought the plate of cookies the kids had decorated over to the table and leaned over John. "You’re supposed to go along with it. For them," she whispered in his ear, and he didn’t seem too happy about it.

"Doesn’t this sound a bit sketchy to you, though?" John asked, and Amy scowled at him. 

"Don’t let them hear you say that," she said, glancing to their four kids in the living room, all writing letters to Santa. "Just let them believe in the magic for a couple of years, alright?" she asked. 

"As long as you make them pick out the good cookies," John said, raising an eyebrow at her as she leaned down to him.

[text] at least you look good in scarves i don’t know what the big deal is

[text] the kids in your class are so young i’m sure they haven’t caught on yet

"I didn’t do it." 

Amy turned around and glared at the man behind her, who was holding up his hands in surrender. “Are you sure you didn’t eat my last cookie?” Amy asked, moving closer to her husband.

"Well, I’m pretty sure," he said cautiously, taking a step back. 

Amy just smiled and moved closer, knowing she would have him cornered soon. “Prove it,” she said, her hands placed firmly on her hips. She could see the little chocolate smudge on the corner of his mouth, and he wasn’t about to get away with this one.

"Well, you see, I couldn’t have eaten it. Because…I was…um.." he said, soon trailing off.

"I see," Amy said, taking a final step closer to close the gap between them. Grabbing his tie, she pulled him right up against her, smirking at him. Now she had him. "Then explain this chocolate," she said, pointing out the smudge she had noticed earlier.

"That was from earlier, when I wa-" 

After Amy had gotten the kids off to school, she decided to head home. She usually walked around the park and ran errands while her three youngest were in kindergarten for half the day. She liked having the time to herself, but it gave her too much time to think. What would John say about how she was raising the children? She hoped, for their sake, she was doing okay. 

When she came home, she began to make some cookie dough. As John was gone, she had to become better in the kitchen. Look where she was now, making cookies to calm herself down. When she heard the doorbell ring, she had already made one batch of cookies and was putting another into the oven. She set the timer and headed over to the door, wiping her hands off on her jeans.

She had expected anyone else but the person standing in front of her. After five years, her husband was standing right in front of her with the goofy smile on his face as if he had never left. “Surprise,” the man said, his face pale. He was obviously nervous, and she couldn’t help but want to strangle him. 

Before she had realized it, her hand had smacked his face. He stumbled backwards as she started screaming at him. “You bloody idiot! You think you can disappear for years and then come right back to me? What the hell do you think you’re doing, John?” However, it didn’t take long for the tears to start streaming down her face. “I hate you. I hate you so much,” she said softly, looking down at her feet. She wasn’t even sure she wanted him back in her life, and she couldn’t help but still be angry.

As his hand cupped her face, she tensed up. However, he started gently wiping away the tears that had been streaming down her face. “Do I smell cookies?” he asked, almost sounding surprised. Grumbling, she pulled away and gestured him inside. “Surprise. I can cook now. But you don’t get any, you stupid face,’ she muttered at him before pulling him into a sweet kiss. 

Fuck: Davros

Mary: John

Fuck: Rose

Mary: John

Amy had been sick in bed for a long while now, and she could tell her husband was starting to get nervous. Sure, they had both been sick before, but not like this. And not when they were so old together. They had lived into their 80s with each other, and Amy was satisfied. Her hair had grown grey and her skin wrinkled, but he still treated her as a princess. It made her feel good, and she still knew she was worth so much in her husband’s eyes.

“John? Can you come in here with me?” she called out weakly from their room, and he had soon rushed in. She took his hand and pulled him gently into bed with her, not even bothering to ask. It was her time soon, and she wanted to spend it with John. Instantly, she felt his arms wrap around her waist and relaxed into him. “Thank you,” she whispered, her voice weak and strained. Maybe she would be okay, maybe not. But she still wanted to talk to him.

“So, remember that time that Rory and I were going to go on our first date, and I got all dressed up for him, and you said I looked amazing?” she asked, looking up at him. He nodded a bit, his eyebrows knitting together in confusion. He still had the same facial expressions after all these years, and they were so familiar by now.

“That was when I first realized I loved you,” she said, her voice soft. “And I never stopped,” she said, holding onto him. She threaded her fingers through his own, squeezing his hand gently. Hopefully, that would be enough to keep him going. She couldn’t have him giving up, and leaving this world before he was ready. Closing her eyes, her breathing slowed and soon, John couldn’t feel her chest rise and fall anymore.

His tears started to fall, silently as if she was just asleep and he didn’t want to wake her. However, he somehow knew that there was no way he could go on without her. “Amy, I’m coming for you,” he said softly, his arms tightening around her before he shut his eyes as well. Soon he was fast asleep, fading into the darkness as she just had.

—-

The next morning, Jessica was set to visit her parents. When they didn’t answer the door, she set down her plate of snickerdoodles, her mother’s favorite, and pulled out her key. Her hand was shaking as she unlocked the door, and she knew this wasn’t a good sign. Her mom hadn’t been feeling good for a while, but she  didn’t expect her to this bad. Hurrying to the back room, where Amy and John still shared the bed, she found the sight. Her mother and father, curled up in one another, looking as if they were sleeping. However, she knew that they were both gone.  The room felt empty, the spirit that once inhabited it had left.