The Doctor has been making regular appearances at the café where I grab my lunch every day since he first reappeared in my life. I've even glimpsed him in the park and in my own room, thinking I was unaware of his presence. One time, he was sitting on my bed, just staring at me, assuming I was fast asleep. Normally, I sleep so deeply that I wouldn't notice anything around me, but that night was different. I had just returned to my room after using the bathroom, and I checked on my son Johnny, who sleeps in a toddler bed situated against the wall in my room. After climbing into my bed, not yet asleep, I was fully aware that the Doctor was watching over me as he sat beside me on my bed. I don't believe he's even noticed my son, so there's that. The next day, after work, I went to pay Lana a visit Lana. We sat on the couch in her living room, catching up on each other's lives.
She let out a sigh and said, "Cher, I think your main priority is Johnny. Let the Doctor pursue you, let him prove that he deserves you." I scoffed and nodded. I know she's right, but I can't help but feel guilty. It was a typical night, I was sleeping soundly, not suspecting a thing until the sun rose the next day and as I opened my eyes, I was taken aback to see the Doctor lying right next to me. My heart skipped a beat as I quickly turned my gaze towards my son's empty bed, realizing he was nowhere to be found. Panic set in as I didn't want my little one to have seen the Doctor in my bed, if he questioned it, I really don't know how to explain it to him. My eyes darted towards the door that was open, my mind racing with worry about where my son could have disappeared to. I couldn't help but glance at the Tardis and pondered, "Shit, I hope he didn't sneak into the Tardis, he can get lost in there." The thought made me curse under my breath, my maternal instincts kicking into high gear. I noticed the Doctor shifting in his sleep next to me. I couldn't help but let out a scoff, although a small smile crept onto my lips at the sight of him. Despite the warmth of the moment, I couldn't help but feel annoyed. I ran my fingers through my disheveled hair, I slowly got out of bed and slipped on my robe. With a sense of urgency, I made my way downstairs, determined to find my missing son. "Johnny, where have you disappeared to?" I called out, searching for my son. He was engrossed in the morning cartoons, completely oblivious to my calls. Mom was busy in the kitchen, preparing breakfast, while my dad had already left for work. It was my day off, and my mom usually didn't work on Fridays, and my brother was in his room, still asleep. "Johnny, why are you down here?" I asked him, clearly puzzled. His innocent eyes met mine as he explained, "I saw a strange man in your bed, so I came downstairs to tell grandma." My heart sank as I processed his words, realizing the gravity of the situation. "Oh, shit," I whispered. I let out a sigh, feeling a sense of dread creeping in. As my mom entered the room, her expression was stern, indicating that something serious was about to unfold. "Can we have a quick chat?" she asked, her voice laced with tension. I kissed my son on the forehead before following her to the kitchen, bracing myself for the impending conversation. Despite being 21 years old, my mom still had a way of making me feel like a child in trouble. Seated at the kitchen table, I awaited her first question, knowing that she wouldn't beat around the bush. "So, who is that man in your bed?" she asked, her tone demanding honesty. I hesitated, unsure of how to explain the situation without causing further alarm. "Thank goodness your father wasn't home. If Johnny had mentioned this man while he was here, I shudder to think of his reaction," my mom remarked, her disappointment evident in her voice and expression. Leaning her back against the kitchen sink with her arms crossed, she waited for my response. Summoning my courage, I finally spoke up, "Mom, there's something I need to tell you." It was about time I revealed the truth about who John Smith really is. After all, actions speak louder than words. "Initially, I was completely unaware of his presence in my bed. It seems like he has a habit of sneaking into my bed and sleeping beside me, so there was no reason for concern." Her expression turned sour, clearly indicating her displeasure with our discussion. "Sweetheart, I know he's not the same person who got you pregnant, but it would be nice if you could inform me when you have a guest staying overnight," she remarked, her face contorted in disapproval. I nodded, feeling a tad exasperated. I mean, I'm an adult, I don't need to justify my sleeping arrangements to her. I couldn't help but roll my eyes in response. "Mom, can I show you something upstairs?" I suggested. "Why?" she asked with curiosity, her interest piqued. "It's important," I emphasized. She responded with a dismissive eye roll and a nod. Johnny was completely absorbed in his favorite cartoons on the television, unaware that we went upstairs. The Doctor was still fast asleep in my bed. I let out a sigh before gently waking him up. "Oh, good morning, Butterfly," he greeted me. It felt strange for him to call me Butterfly, considering he wasn't the Doctor who originally gave me that nickname. I looked down at him with a worried expression before turning to my mom. "Why did you bring me here? You could have just introduced us downstairs," she remarked sarcastically, crossing her arms. I gestured towards the Tardis. Startled, she took a step back, her eyes wide with amazement and her mouth hanging open. "What, what is that?" she blurted out.
"That, my
dear, is my Tardis," the Doctor explained, rubbing his eyes and stretching
with a yawn. My mother's eyes widened in surprise as she gazed at the Tardis,
her expression a mix of shock and curiosity, then she turned to him. "You
remind me of that other man she was seeing," she stated, her tone laced
with suspicion.
"Yes, I
suppose I do," he responded, a nervous smile playing on his lips as he
shifted uncomfortably under her scrutinizing gaze. "It seems you have
a type, Cherise," my mother remarked, her eyes flickering between him and
the Tardis, a hint of amusement in her voice but she still was in shock about
the Tardis and him. "I need to know more," she insisted, her
curiosity piqued as she urged me to elaborate on my relationship with him.
"Why don't you take a seat," I suggested, pulling a chair closer for
her to sit on. As she settled down, her eyes still fixed on the Tardis, she
asked, "How did such a large object make its way into your bedroom?"
"Let your daughter explain," he chimed in, but I gestured for him to let me take the lead. He shifted on the bed, leaning against the headboard, his eyes focused on us with a mixture of concern and interest.
"Mom, what I'm about to tell you
is going to shock you." I told her everything, omitting intimate personal
details. After I finished, she sat there, a mix of surprise and skepticism in
her expression. She scoffed, crossing her arms in defiance. “No, that’s
ridiculous, there is no way he is the same person. Why are you lying to me?
You’re lucky your dad isn’t here, he would not approve of this man being in
your bed and to make things worse, your son is the one who saw him. He came
downstairs to tell me that there was a stranger in your bed. I raced upstairs,
hoping it was that Mr. Smith, so I could tell him off and kick him out of the
house, but I see this man.” A lump formed in my throat when she pointed at
the Doctor, causing me to let out a heavy sigh. As my mom mentioned my son, the
Doctor's expression shifted uncomfortably, glancing at me before turning to my
mom and saying, "I'm sorry, ma'am, but...,"
I met his gaze,
shaking my head and silently mouthing, "No."
"Well, I thought I'd lighten the mood," he quipped with a touch of playful sarcasm. Releasing a sigh, I watched as he got up from the bed, walked over to the computer chair, and effortlessly put on his pants. My mom responded with an eye roll and disapproving head shake. "If you don't trust your daughter, you can step into the Tardis. Seeing is believing, right?" he said, gesturing towards the Tardis with a tilt of his head. "Alright, indulge me," she said.
We entered the Tardis. It had gone through a transformation;
it is not what I remember. My eyes wide in astonishment and my mom was
bewildered as well. She shook her head in disbelief. She stepped out and then stepped back in.
"No, this can't be real," she said.
"Oh, but it
is," he replied, winking at me. I looked at him anxiously. "It's
larger inside," she exclaimed, bewildered. A moment of awkward silence
followed. She glanced at me. "I trust you, Cher," she assured,
embracing me and releasing a deep sigh. She then turned to the Doctor and
unexpectedly slapped him, catching him off guard. "You're the father of
that child," she stated, her eyes filled with contempt as she glared at
him.
She sighed,
"Alright," nodding, and as she walked towards the door, she paused,
turned back to glance at us. Her brow furrowed, she shook her head, and then
went downstairs, leaving us alone. I locked the door after she left. Leaning my
head against the door for a moment, I then turned to face him. "Your
mother is quite a character," he remarked, rubbing his cheek where she had
left a red mark. I sighed, "Yes, he is your son." The sincerity
in my eyes conveyed that I was not joking. He must have suspected it, but he
seemed reluctant to believe it. We both sat down on the bed. “Were you
ever going to tell me?” he asked.
I gulped, “Yeah
but I didn’t know how you'd feel about it.”
“By the way, I
didn’t see your son in the room last night, I wouldn’t have crawled into your
bed, if I had known he was here,” he said and let out a sigh, “I’m
confused, I know it’s been three years, and I’m sorry about that,” he paused.
“But how could you have become pregnant by my other incarnation?” I shrugged
and said, “To be honest, I don’t know.”
“Well, I
need to examine him if you don’t mind.”
“If you’re
wondering if he has two hearts, well, not really but...”
“But what?” He
looked at me concerned.
“He has certain
abilities.”
“What kind?”
“I found
that he can move things with his mind.” His eyes shot open.
He was
speechless. “Oh, Cherise, I must examine him. That is profound.”
I nodded, “I agree
but I think he needs to get to know you first. He doesn’t know who you are.”
“I understand,” he
said.
"As for my
mother, I doubt she will inform my stepfather about you, but she is extremely
angry about the entire situation. I plan on discussing it with her later.
"Mothers
are incredibly defensive when it comes to their kids. Believe me, I've
experienced a slap or two," he chuckled while sharing the story of his
initial encounter with Rose's mother. I couldn't help but
laugh. "Hey, that's not funny," he protested. He then wrapped
his arm around me, drawing me closer. "Um, I'm not ready yet," I
informed him, knowing he wanted more than a warm hug. I sensed his desire for
intimacy, but I wasn't at ease with the new Doctor. He explained the
regeneration process, yet I never anticipated witnessing his altered
appearance. Although he is the Doctor, he isn't the Doctor I remember. I prefer
to acquaint myself with this Doctor before proceeding. He gently kissed my
forehead and rose to his feet. "I understand, but I'll be nearby.
Perhaps we could rendezvous at the park?" he proposed, tilting his head
and flashing a flirtatious grin.
"That
necklace is stunning. Is it a real sapphire?" she asked.
I nodded,
"It's actually a gift from..."
"The
Doctor," she cut in, scoffing and smirking, "Well, he certainly has
good taste," she sarcastically added. I felt uneasy with her presence, and
I couldn't help but worry that my parents might overhear our conversation. "I
wanted to ask if you'd like to join me on an adventure. There's a planet with
the most breathtaking landscapes you've ever seen." I had a feeling there
was more to it than just that. "I'm not sure. I have a job and,
well," I paused, unsure how to continue. "The Doctor has
returned," I mentioned. She looked surprised. "He has? Well, that
jerk," she said, a bit flustered. She held resentment towards him for
disappearing and leaving me to face my pregnancy alone. There was a knock on
the door. "Ah, that must be him," she said, getting up and
heading towards the door.
"Who?" I asked. Lana and I exchanged a glance, both wondering the same thing.
River opened the door, and a man in his late 20's sauntered in. "Hey River, ready to go? We can check out my timeline if you're up for it," he proposed. His captivating blue eyes scanned Lana and me. He was dressed in a white button-up shirt, a dark blue coat adorned with gold buttons, black cotton pants, a sturdy brown belt, and dark brown flat boots. "Well, well, what do we have here," he remarked as he advanced towards us, taking my hand and Lana's, planting a kiss on each. River closed the door behind him and joined us, standing with her arms on her hips, observing Jack closely.
With a shake of
her head, she set her arms akimbo and flashed a smile at Jack's playful
behavior. "Wow, you never mentioned how stunning she is!" Jack
said. Taking Lana's hand, he drew her in close as music suddenly filled the
Livingroom from the stereo system. Tapping his wristband, the song "Los
Angeles" by the group, Midnight began to play, leaving me standing
there in shock as the volume seemed a bit too loud. "I love this song,
it's a classic," Jack remarked, pausing to add, "Well, where I come
from it is," while swaying Lana in his arms during the
dance. Curiosity got the best of me, and I asked, "How did he turn on
the stereo?" River, seated nearby, simply replied, "Ask him,"
she said, and chuckled. She wasn't about to tell Jack he had the wrong girl in
his arms. He held Lana close, causing her to nervously
chuckle. "Cherise, he's mistaken me for you," Lana clarified as
he dipped her halfway and then paused. "Oops, I didn't know," he said
embarrassed, apologizing for the mix-up. River shook her head, and Jack then
approached me, took my hand and started to dance with me. He grabbed Lana's
hand, pulling both of us in and started to dance with us. Lana and I
giggled. "Hey, maybe we can have a threesome later," he
playfully suggested. I glanced at River, who shook her head, rolled her eyes
and smiled. My son entered the room and saw us dancing, causing him to burst
into laughter. Jack stopped dancing and walked over to him. "Hey there,
little man, so you must be..."
"He's
Cherise's son," River interrupted, preventing him from saying the words,
'the Doctor's son.'
"Oh," he
grinned and playfully tapped John's nose. John giggled. I heard footsteps
approaching from upstairs.
"Oh,
crap," I muttered under my breath.
"Who are you
people?" my dad asked, looking puzzled as he observed the scene. He was
dressed in khaki shorts, a grey tee shirt, and slippers. The music suddenly
stopped. “Um, they are students that are in my class,’ she paused and added, “My
acting class.” Lana covered for them. My dad looked at them dubiously. Mom came
downstairs, she looked at me. “Yes, they are in her class,” I confirmed
although it was a lie. My dad looked at Jack’s attire and nodded, “Hmm, okay,
do you want a drink?”
“Well, now that
you asked….”
“It’s fine, we are
leaving now,” River interjected. “Cherise, maybe later we can talk,” she added,
with a winked and smiled. “Jack, let’s go,” she said.
“Well thanks for
your hospitality,” Jack said and followed River out the door, doing a little
dance to music he can only hear. My dad went back upstairs, and mom walked into
the kitchen, I followed. Lana sat on the sofa with Johnny. “So, who are
they?”
“It’s a long
story,” I said. She nodded and pursed her lips. “Okay, maybe later then,”
she said and grabbed two beers and went upstairs. Returning to the
Livingroom, I reminisced about the time when the Doctor was missing from my
life for three long years. During that period, I went on adventures with River.
Interestingly, I eventually discovered that the ship she used during our
journey to the jungle planet belonged to Jack. It made me wonder if she had
just borrowed it from him at that time.
"I
missed you, and if you're not ready to resume our favorite pastime activity
yet," he paused. "At least I can be by your side while you
sleep," he said, flashing a flirtatious grin. I rolled my eyes and smiled,
acknowledging that I do miss him but need more time to
reconcile. "Ah, there's that smile," he remarked, getting up
from the bed and putting on his pants. I watched him as he dressed and let out
a sigh. "I was thinking maybe we could talk during my lunch
break," I suggested. He agreed, as he got dressed. He gave me a hug and a
kiss before leaving in his Tardis. Throughout the workday, my thoughts lingered
on the Doctor and the changed appearance, wondering if he remained the same
person at heart. Lunchtime arrived, and as I usually took a 45-minute lunch
break, I headed to the café to order. Suddenly, the Doctor appeared behind me,
surprising me. “Order me a latte, Butterfly,” he whispered into my ear.
His face was close to mine. I gasped, turned around and smiled. “You’re
here,” I said. "Of course, I want to talk to you," he said. I had on
my flowery sundress and high heels, along with the necklace he had given me.
His face lit up when he saw it. He was dressed in a stylish brown corduroy
blazer, a sky-blue button-down shirt, and brown trousers. We took a seat at a
table together. "So, what is it that you want to know, Cherise?" he
asked. I grinned and took a sip of my orange juice. I ordered a latte and a
salad for him, while I opted for a salad and an orange juice. "Please
enlighten me about your companions from your previous incarnation, before you
became this Doctor," I requested. He proceeded to tell me about Martha and
Donna, as well as the incident that brought about his transformation.
"Have you
ever been in a romantic relationship with Donna?" I asked.
"No,
absolutely not," he responded sincerely. "We were just good
friends," he added, taking a sip of his drink.
"And what
about Martha?" I probed, unintentionally adopting a slightly interrogative
tone. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, pausing before answering.
"Um,"
he hesitated, clicking his tongue, "Yes, maybe once or twice. She wanted
to take things further, but I wasn't ready."
"I noticed the main room has gone through changes,” I paused and added, “Perhaps, maybe later." Once we finished our meal, I made my way back to the office, with him trailing behind me. I softly smiled. He was whistling the song, I Only Have Eyes for You by Art Garfunkel. As I focused on my work, he settled himself on the waiting room sofa, casting playful glances in my direction. "You know, if my father catches sight of you, he might start to wonder if you need his help with something," I teased. He nodded and let out a sigh, "Alright," he agreed. "Would you prefer to wait for me at home instead?" I suggested. He rose from his seat, approached me, and planted a gentle kiss on my cheek, causing a flutter in my stomach. "I'll swing by later, Butterfly," he murmured, eliciting another chuckle from me. He walked out the door. Marie just looked at me and asked, “Is he your boyfriend?” I told her that he’s a friend. I didn’t want to disclose too much about my personal life. After he departed, I finished up my shift. "Dad, I'm heading home now," I informed him. "Very well, my dear. Tell your mom I'll be home in an hour," he replied. I nodded in acknowledgment. Marie, the other receptionist, decided to stay an extra half-hour at the office. She was helping another lawyer who works in the same office as my father. Lately, I've been wondering if there's a hidden reason behind her prolonged presence.
"See you
tomorrow, Marie," I said as I bid her farewell. She nodded and smiled. I
left for home to be with my son. Lana looks after him on specific days, while
my mother takes over on her off days. At three years old, he's not quite ready
for kindergarten yet. "How was your day?" I asked, lifting my son up
in my arms. "Lana and I went to the mall, and I rode the
merry-go-round," he replied. "That sounds fun," I said, as
Lana playfully tousled his hair. "It was a secret," she teased,
causing him to giggle. After I sat him down, Lana and I settled on the couch,
while Johnny sat on the floor engrossed in his favorite tv show. "Did you
see the Doctor?" I confirmed with a nod. "He's coming over
tonight," I announced confidently. In response, she shook her head, a
knowing look in her eyes. "I know you, Cher. You always give in. Remember,
he was gone for three whole years," she reminded me, her tone filled with
concern. Letting out a sigh, I glanced over at my son, contemplating her
words. "I understand your worries, but he did explain everything to me and
answered all my questions. We'll just have to wait and see how things
unfold," I replied, trying to reassure her. She smirked, rolled her
eyes, and shook her head once more. "It's your life, but just
remember that he's unpredictable. He could leave at any moment and never come
back," she cautioned me, her voice tinged with skepticism. Later that
night, when the house was quiet and everyone else was fast asleep, I heard a
familiar sound - the Tardis. My heart skipped a beat as I sat up, glancing at
my son to make sure he was still asleep. The Doctor emerged cautiously,
gesturing for me to follow him into the Tardis. With a finger to his lips, he
motioned towards my son, who was peacefully dreaming in his bed. I hesitated
for a moment before stepping inside, ready for whatever adventure awaited me. I
said, "It's fascinating, how your Tardis changes when you do,"
looking at him with a playful grin I added, "By the way, I completely
understand what happened to you and I fully accept your explanation." His
face lit up with a smile as he adjusted his blazer. Playfully, I couldn't
resist teasing him, "I must say, I like your new face." A flirtatious
grin appeared on his face, and he gently took my hand as we strolled down the hallway
towards his bedroom. His room changed, it exudes a serene ambiance with its
pristine white walls, while the bed stands out with its slightly larger size
and white bedcovers. A touch of elegance is added by the neatly placed brown
and ivory striped throw blanket. Two nightstands flank the bed, adorned with
various items on their shelves. The bed's base matches the color of the wooden
headboard, creating a cohesive look. The room is bathed in ample light from the
ceiling above the bed, although the presence of lamps on the side tables adds a
decorative touch. "Wow, your room changed as well," I
exclaimed, genuinely impressed by his new room.
He chuckled in
response, remarking, "It's been a while since you've seen it." He
casually removed his jacket and placed it on a chair positioned on the opposite
side of the room. Walking towards me, he embraced me from behind and planted a
gentle kiss on my neck. I couldn't help but giggle. His lips found the
sensitive spot on the nap of my neck, and he softly whispered, "Cherise,
I've missed you."
"I missed you too," I whispered, turning to face him. In an instant, he scooped me up, his hands firmly grasping my supple buttocks. I wrapped my legs around his waist, my arms encircling his neck, as our lips met in a passionate kiss. Slowly, he guided us towards the bed, his desire evident through the fabric of his trousers, pressing against me with an undeniable urgency. With a gentle release, he lowered me onto the bed, our lips still locked in a fervent embrace. As I sat on the edge, my heart racing with anticipation, I shed my tee shirt and pajama shorts, revealing my desire for him. "Cherise, I ache for your mouth on my throbbing cock," he begged, settling beside me on the mattress. Eager to satisfy his every whim, I sank to my knees in front of him, deftly stripping off his trousers and briefs, unveiling his pulsing manhood. I carefully removed his footwear and socks, leaving him exposed to my touch. His shirt was next, unveiling his chiseled physique. Positioned before him, I felt his fingers tenderly caressing my hair, sparking a flame inside me. Our eyes locked, a seductive grin dancing on my lips. Gradually, I began to tantalize him, my lips delicately exploring the area around his pulsating cock. A deep, primal moan escaped his lips, fueling my desire to pleasure him. With his hand still tangled in my hair, I used my other hand to firmly stroke his rigid length, sending waves of ecstasy through his body. The room was filled with the heady aroma of our lust, as we surrendered to the throes of passion. My full lips moved seductively towards the tip, wrapping it with my warm, wet tongue. I relished his thick length like a delectable treat, licking it with enthusiasm. Slowly, I took his pulsating member into my mouth, using my hand to stroke it gently as he moaned in pleasure. His heavy breaths only fueled my desire as I intensified my movements, increasing the pace of my strokes and the depth of my sucking. My tongue danced around his swollen head, sending shivers down his spine and driving him wild with pleasure. With a delicate bite at the base, I felt his body tremble with delight, his enjoyment evident in his every gasp and groan. He grabbed a handful of my hair, guiding my head as I continued to pleasure him, my hand expertly massaging his balls. With a firm grip on his member, I continued to suck him eagerly, lost in the intoxicating rhythm of our shared passion. "Oh Butterfly," he murmured. I sensually tasted his pre-cum before he reclined on the bed. Straddling him, I wrapped my legs around his waist, guiding his throbbing shaft into me. With passionate movements, we matched each other's intensity, making it difficult to control the rhythm as he thrust into me with fervent energy.
Our lovemaking was
a wild frenzy of desire. His hands firmly gripped my breasts, moving sensually
across my body. In one smooth motion, he kept his member inside of me as he
effortlessly flipped me onto my back, never losing our connection. His fervent
thrusts set me ablaze, a level of lust I hadn't experienced in ages. As our
pleasure peaked, my nails dug into his shoulders, intensifying our shared
climax. Waves of ecstasy pulsed through me, making my body tremble under his
touch. We both reached the peak together, our simultaneous release met with a
passionate cry that filled the room. As tremors of orgasms continued to ripple
through me, he whispered in my ear, his lips brushing against mine as he
spoke. "You're so tight baby." His words, brimming with
longing and appreciation, served as proof of the strength of my pelvic muscles.
I couldn't help but grin, realizing that my commitment to Kegel exercises had
yielded results, despite having only gone through childbirth once. The bond between
us was palpable, both physically and emotionally, and at that moment, I
experienced a profound sense of contentment and satisfaction. The
following days brought a stern lecture from my mother. "How could you be
inside his Tardis while your son was asleep in your room?" I rolled my
eyes in exasperation. "Mom, I'm 21 years old, and he was fast asleep.
Besides, the Doctor and I weren't even in my bed. No sound escapes from inside
the Tardis, so please just drop it." I'm going to have to start locking my
door. My mom tends to ease drop on occasion. She scoffed and rolled her
eyes. “I’m gonna go to work. Will you be home today?” I asked. She
nodded.
“Okay well, watch
Johnny and I’ll be home when my shift ends. I think I’ll get out early, dad
doesn’t mind.” Mom was lounging in one of the kitchen chairs, a steaming cup of
coffee and a donut resting beside her. I looked at her and said, “I swear I’ll
keep it low-key from now on.” After drinking the last of my coffee, I set the
mug down on the counter near the sink, strolled over to her, and planted a
gentle kiss on the top of her head. “I’ll see you later mom.” She smiled and
nodded. I left for work. At lunchtime, I decided to swing by the café, and once
I finished my meal, I bumped into the Doctor at the park. Nestled amid the bustling
traffic is a little island where a quaint park has been set up, with cars
circling around it. In the center, there's a charming fountain surrounded by a
few trees, and you can find a couple of benches tucked under the shade of those
trees, right by the sidewalk. It's a popular spot for folks working at the
nearby businesses, giving them a chance to take a breather and savor their
lunch in a bit of greenery.
The café is conveniently located within a reasonable distance, so I decided to stroll over and settle down on one of the benches. As I was enjoying my peaceful moment, I noticed the Doctor making his way across the street and joining me by my side. He was dressed in a simple yet stylish combination of a grey-brown blazer jacket, paired with a light blue button-up shirt, a tie, and a pair of jeans. As we sat down for lunch, he asked me with a mischievous and flirtatious smile, "So, how was work?" I couldn't help but smile back, feeling a bit shy as I looked away. It was strange to think that this man, who was once the Doctor that took my innocence and fathered my child, now looks so different.
Nevertheless, he still possessed that undeniable handsomeness that made my heart skip a beat. Taking a deep breath, I mustered the courage to ask, "So, tell me more about your adventures with your other companions." His response intrigued me, as he spoke about someone he referred to as the Master, who he locked horns with while in his previous incarnation. Despite the danger and intensity of their encounters, he assured me that the Master had met his demise, putting my worries at ease. Reflecting on his words, I couldn't help but feel grateful that I had only crossed paths with River and Jack, well he doesn’t know River quite yet. I didn’t tell him about my unforgettable trip with River and Jack to the year 2315 A.D. where I discovered that a massive asteroid, stretching a few miles in length, collided with the Pacific Ocean in the year 2095, causing irreversible changes to the west coast. The impact of this catastrophic event was profound, leading to widespread devastation and the loss of countless lives. Los Angeles was constructed further inland, near the Mojave Desert area, and is referred to as New Los Angeles.
"Cherise, do
you want to go see the Leaning Tower of Pisa with me? Maybe we can also visit
the Eiffel Tower and the catacombs?" My eyes flew open, and I took a deep
breath. "Yes, I'd love to go," I hesitated. "But I'm a mom now,
you know what I mean."
"We can
take him along with us," he said. I smiled and my eyes lit up.
"Oh Doctor, I
adore you." He reached out and held my hands in his.
"Please
come with me,” he begged, and I nodded. "Hey, should we invite my
mom? She's familiar with you now and maybe she'll warm up to you if she sees
the incredible places, you can take us to," I suggested. He rubbed his
cheek where she had slapped him, recalling the sensation. He clicked his
tongue, "Alright, let's bring her along to the Eiffel Tower," he said
with a sigh, rolling his eyes. I let out a chuckle, “Thank you, Doctor.” I gave
him a kiss on his cheek. I decided to take a break from work for three days; my
dad doesn't mind. Marie can handle things while I'm away. I informed my
mom about the Doctor's proposal. "Hmm, I'm not sure, Cher. Is it
safe?"
"Yes, don't
worry. I want you to join us, and Johnny will be there too."
“Now wait a
minute. Are you sure you want to take him with you? That Doctor seems to put
you in dangerous situations.”
“It will be fine,
anyways the Doctor wants to examine him because he’s fascinated by the
abilities he has,” I said, she did not know what I was talking about, so I
explained to her about Johnny’s special ability.
“No, I don’t
believe it,” she said, with skepticism. “Okay,” I paused and called my son into
the living room.
“Johnny, can you show your grandma that
special trick?”
“But I thought you
didn’t want her to know?”
“It’s okay, go
ahead.” I brought the Jenga tower and set in on the coffee table. I told him to
stack them. He stacked the wooden blocks without using his hands. My mom’s
mouth agape, she couldn’t believe her eyes. Something clicked in her head.
"Cher, your doctor is actually an alien. I was skeptical at first, but if
he's the father of your child then..." her voice trailed off. A
worried look shadowed her face. She sat there staring at Johnny, who
smiled. "Can I do more tricks?" he asked. I chuckled,
"Maybe later, go watch your cartoons," I responded. He nodded and
went to the den.
“Mom, are you
okay?” I asked.
She sighed, “Yeah,
I am. Thank you for telling me about Johnny, he’s such a special little boy. I
don’t care who his father is, I love him.” We hugged. “I love to come with
you to Paris. I’ve never been there so why not,” she chuckled, and her eyes teared
up. It was a lot to take in, knowing that her grandson is half
alien. "We probably shouldn't mention this to your dad," she
suggested. I nodded in agreement, "Yeah, he might not take it well if he
found out about the Doctor," and we shared a laugh.
The next day, I
introduced my son to the Doctor. As we entered the Tardis, my son's eyes
widened in amazement, "Wow, it's huge!" he exclaimed. He wasn't
scared, just curious and thrilled. "Mom, is this a spaceship?" he
asked, and I nodded. The Doctor examined my son's eyes and instructed him
to move objects with his mind. "Incredible! Cherise, he's a
marvel," the Doctor exclaimed enthusiastically. Placing his hand on my
son's chest, he added, "He doesn't have two hearts."
"I
could've told you that," I remarked. He chuckled and continued,
"Well, the verdict is that he's a perfectly healthy boy with exceptional
abilities." Playfully tapping my son's nose, he said, "I can't do
what he does, so I believe his powers come from the Tardis's energy."
"How?" I
asked. He shrugged. "I really have no idea, but the main thing here is
that he is my son, and I will provide for him the best that I can," he
said earnestly. I smiled and nodded. "So, are you ready to go to Paris,
little man?" he asked, and Johnny nodded, flashing a wide grin. The Doctor
tousled his straight brown hair, and we exited the Tardis. My mom was waiting
in my room with a backpack. She was dressed in a buttoned-up purple blouse and
jeans.
I wore my brown
leather jacket, a white tee shirt, and jeans. My son wore his little denim
jacket with a blue tee shirt and jeans.
"Will we be
back before my husband gets home?" she asked. I glanced at the Doctor.
"Of course, my good woman." Mom nodded and smiled, holding Johnny's
hand. "Let's go," the Doctor said with enthusiasm, taking my hand. We
stepped into the Tardis. In seconds, we found ourselves on the lawn of the
Eiffel Tower in Paris, France. "Oh my God, Cher, I've never had the
chance to visit France before," my mom exclaimed, her eyes wide with
wonder. As we strolled through the bustling streets, she observed tourists snapping
photos around us, just like us. Mom turned back to where the Tardis had been
parked. "Where did the blue box go?" she asked.
"Mom,
it has the ability to cloak itself, turn invisible," I explained.
"Oh, I
see," she replied, looking slightly puzzled. The Doctor scooped up my son
and carried him as we explored the charming La Vallee Village, a delightful
spot for shopping and dining. Later, we returned to the Eiffel Tower and made
our way towards the Tardis, which suddenly materialized before us. "That
was so much fun," my son exclaimed.
"Get ready, little man, we're off to see the Leaning Tower of Pisa next," the Doctor announced. "But isn't that in Italy?" Mom questioned. "Indeed, and we'll be there in a flash," the Doctor replied with a mischievous grin. He clearly enjoyed having companions join him on his adventures, even if only temporarily. Catching my gaze, he winked, and I couldn't help but smile back as he manipulated the controls. "And here we go" he said. The Tardis landed gracefully on the grassy lawn just a short distance from the iconic Tower.
As we neared the impressive structure, a captivating woman grabbed my attention, her eyes locked onto us. The sunlight danced on her shoulder-length brown hair, giving it a shimmering effect as she stood there. She was sporting sunglasses and a beige blazer with sleeves rolled up. Underneath the blazer, she had on a crisp white button-up shirt, paired with burgundy trousers and sleek black heels. I noticed the Doctor's obliviousness, but I was fully aware of her presence. As we walked past each other, she flashed me a cunning smile, which I chose to ignore. The rest of the day was spent exploring the Vatican and other tourist attractions, capturing memories through photographs.
I even managed to
snap a picture of the Doctor with my son. Eventually, the Doctor escorted us
back home. "That was fun," my son exclaimed. The Doctor
lifted him up and planted a kiss on his cheek. "You know what? When
you grow up, maybe we can go on trips together," he suggested. My mom's
eyebrows furrowed, and she glanced at me, she then took my son downstairs. She
had been so caught up in the excitement of the trip that she forgot about
dinner. I knew her well enough to predict that she would order Chinese food and
have it delivered. "Butterfly, how about we check out the catacombs
together?" the Doctor said.
"I thought we
were planning to go while we were in Paris today?" I asked.
"This is
something different," he replied.
"How
different?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. Standing in my room, I looked
into his captivating hazel/green eyes with my arms akimbo. He walked over,
embraced me, and we shared a kiss. "So, what makes it special?" I
probed.
"There have
been reports of something strange down there, and I want to investigate. I'd
love for you to come with me," he explained. "Hmm, are you asking me
to join you on a risky adventure?"
I teased.
"Let me think about it."
"Oh, I
know your game. If you don't want to play, I'll just leave," he said
casually, seeing through my act. He strolled into the Tardis. "Hold on a
second," I exclaimed, chasing after him. "Were you really going to
leave?" I questioned, pouting my lips and giving him a sly smile. The
Tardis doors shut behind me. "Ah, I see what you're up to," he
remarked as he set the coordinates and hoisted me onto his shoulder. "What
are you doing?" I asked and laughed. He playfully spanked me. "You're
a naughty girl for teasing me like that," he scolded, carrying me to his
bedroom. A passionate, intense lovemaking encounter followed shortly after. We
did a sexual act called 69, I loved it. As we lay in each other's arms, basking
in the afterglow, I thought about us and the time we spent traveling and then
it occurred to me that I should tell my mom I was taking off again with
him. “I need to tell my mom about our plan to visit the catacombs
together," I mentioned. However, he responded, "It's too late."
Confused, I furrowed my brow and stared at him. "But I wanted her to
know," I hesitated. "Is this how you treat all your female
companions? Just whisk them away without a word?" We both sat up, leaning
against the headboard of his bed, supported by the soft pillows. I crossed my
arms and made a displeased face as I covered my boobs with the
sheets. "Oh, don't sulk. You know I'll always bring you back. You
trust me, right?" He kissed my lips, and I nodded, letting out a sigh. "I
trust you," I replied, snuggling closer to him. He wrapped his arms around
me, and then asked, "Shall we go and explore?" as he gently caressed
my arm. I responded by planting a soft kiss on his chest.
“Okay, let’s go but I don’t think you’ll find anything. The people that take care of the catacombs have cameras and security, so they would’ve seen something, right?” He got out of bed and started putting on his clothes and so did I. I had my brown leather jacket on, white tee shirt and jeans. The Doctor sported a beige blazer suit with a black dark brown bowtie. “You are absolutely beautiful,” he said changing the subject. After getting dressed, we went to the control room. “We are here,” he said and took my hand. We stepped out to a dimly lit tunnel, but to be fair, we arrived after closing.
I touched one of
the skulls and it was covered in layers of dust that seemed to have accumulated
over centuries. Startled, I quickly pulled my hand away and wiped off the dust
on my jeans. "Doctor, won't the security cameras catch sight of the Tardis
and us?" I asked, feeling a sense of unease. "Don't worry,
they're familiar with me, it's Unit," he replied in a reassuring tone. I
couldn't shake off my discomfort as we strolled through the catacombs. I
swallowed nervously. "Doctor, were you summoned to investigate the
issue?" I asked, seeking clarification. "Yes, in a way,” he
replied. The Tardis detected an anomaly, and I was intrigued," he
explained, pausing for a moment. "And why are you whispering? There's no
one around," he pointed out. I chuckled softly, realizing he was right
since it was after closing hours. As we continued our exploration, I
stayed close to him, watching as he took out his screwdriver and gestured to it
in a particular direction.
"I
believe its last known location was in that direction," he remarked.
"Does the
entity interfere with the cameras?" I asked, curious about the potential
impact.
"Entity?"
he repeated, seeking clarification on my choice of words.
"I have
viewed numerous ghost hunting shows, and typically, it is a ghost that is
haunting the location. He turned to me, looking curious.
"Do you watch
those foolish shows?" he asked, pausing. "Do you believe it's a
ghost?" he questioned with disbelief in his voice. I made a face,
"I assume it's a ghost?"
I said, shrugging,
my eyebrows furrowed, and I pursed my lips. "Butterfly, that's why we
are here, to investigate what might be lurking in the catacombs. Additionally,
a security guard disappeared two days ago, and I doubt a ghost is responsible.
It could be an alien or a cryptid," he suggested.
"Do you think there might be a portal
here that occasionally opens and allows something to pass through?"
I asked.
He nodded, saying, "Perhaps." As we neared the coordinates pinpointed by his trusty screwdriver, a peculiar distortion in the vicinity caught our attention just a short distance away. "There it is, that's our target," he declared, grasping my hand firmly. Intrigued, we advanced towards the anomaly. "Do you think someone has crossed through this area?" I murmured; my gaze locked onto the enigmatic phenomenon in front of us. It was a sight unlike any I had witnessed before. Suddenly, he swiftly drew out his sonic screwdriver and aimed it towards the anomaly. "What the Hell is that?" I asked, my voice tinged with a hint of fear. Suddenly, the portal began to pulsate, a shadowy figure appearing in the distance, steadily making its way towards us. I couldn't help but gasp, a soft squeal escaping my lips as I clutched his hand tightly. His expression was one of concern as he glanced at me. As the shadow drew nearer, the background within the portal became clearer; my gaze fixed on what appeared to be a corridor lined with sickly yellow walls. My eyes widened in disbelief as I silently mouthed the words, "What in the Fuck?" I couldn't comprehend what I was looking at. His response was laced with worry as he suggested that I retreat to the safety of the Tardis. "I don't want to risk getting lost," I admitted, a sense of unease creeping over me. He chuckled softly at my words, raising an eyebrow in amusement. "I want to stay by your side, I'm not scared," I declared, though deep down, fear gnawed at me. With a nod and a sigh, he agreed to stay together. As the mysterious entity drew closer, he suggested that we step back and observe. His excitement was palpable, contrasting with my growing sense of dread. Every fiber of my being screamed to run, but I stood frozen in place. A piercing screech filled the air as the creature finally emerged. "Doctor," I stammered, pointing towards the grotesque, mutated centipede. Without hesitation, we fled down the corridor, seeking refuge around a bend. My heart pounded in my chest as the monstrous creature loomed closer, leaving me breathless with fear. The portal disappeared without a trace, leaving us stranded in a state of utter confusion. "That creature is nothing like any centipede known to mankind," I murmured, transfixed by its peculiar and unsettling characteristics.
Its legs were
arranged in a bizarre and unnatural manner, its body adorned with a massive
mouth filled with razor-sharp teeth, and its exoskeleton was thick and
impenetrable. Desperate for answers, I sought shelter behind the doctor and
inquired, "What is that, Doctor?" Unperturbed, he replied, "I
have no idea, but let's find out." As he stepped forward to confront the
creature, I couldn't help but panic and plead, "Wait, don't!" I
hurriedly scurried towards him, my entire body trembling with fear. The creature
came to a sudden halt, fixing its gaze upon us. Behind its eyes, I could sense
a glimmer of intelligence that sent shivers down my spine. "Doctor, this
seems like a terrible idea," I voiced my concern. He aimed his screwdriver
at it and stated, "It doesn't seem to be of extraterrestrial origin. In
fact, it appears to have traces of human DNA beneath its otherworldly
exterior." Astonished, I asked, "How is that possible?" The
creature hissed and clicked menacingly, its teeth dripping with
saliva. "It doesn't belong in our realm. It originated from the place
we glimpsed before it crossed over. It must be returned," he
explained. Anxiously, I asked, "But how? Can we communicate with it
and send it back?"
He turned to
me, wearing a perplexed expression, with a playful
smirk. "Perhaps," he replied.
"Well, how do you plan to accomplish that?" I asked, clinging to his arm like a frightened child. Despite feeling foolish, I couldn't help but be terrified by the colossal otherworldly centipede. Thoughts of my son's fate if I were to perish flooded my mind, but I pushed them aside. Suddenly, the Tardis materialized behind us. "We'll entice it into the reopening portal," he declared. Without warning, the portal materialized once more, lurking ominously behind the enigmatic creature. However, to our astonishment, it seemed unfazed by its presence and showed no intention of retreating into its mysterious depths. A heavy sigh escaped our lips as the creature began to advance towards us, its movements swift and agile. Panic surged through my veins as I turned to the Doctor, seeking guidance in this perilous situation. "Doctor," I exclaimed, my voice trembling with fear, "centipedes are known for their incredible speed, especially one of such colossal proportions," I said. The gravity of the situation weighed heavily upon us, and the urgency to escape became undeniable. In a moment of determination, the Doctor grasped my hand firmly, his eyes filled with resolve. Without hesitation, we sprinted towards the sanctuary of the Tardis, our hearts pounding in our chests. As we reached the safety of the Tardis, the door swiftly closed behind us, sealing us off from impending danger. Yet, uncertainty loomed in the air, and I couldn't help but voice my concerns. "Now what?" I asked, my voice laced with apprehension. The Doctor, ever the enigmatic figure, responded with a calm yet cryptic remark. "We'll play it by ear," he said, his tone offering little reassurance. A piercing screech echoed through the air as the creature relentlessly attempted to topple the Tardis, but its efforts proved futile against the sturdy time machine. Meanwhile, the Doctor busied himself with the controls on the console, his mind racing to find a solution. With a glimmer of hope in his eyes, he turned to me and revealed his daring plan. "We're going to materialize behind the creature, close to the portal," he declared, causing my breath to catch in my throat. Doubt and fear mingled within me as I voiced my concerns, fearing the consequences of such a risky maneuver. "Are you sure that's a good idea?" I questioned, my voice trembling.
"What if it
pursues us and drags us into the portal?"
"Patience,
Butterfly," he whispered urgently.
"The gateway
is widening, expanding," he murmured. The mystical creature lunged towards
the Tardis once more, only for the Tardis to vanish and reappear a few yards
away from the creature. Unbeknownst to the creature, it had tumbled back into the
portal, vanishing from sight. Yet, the portal remained open, a shimmering
gateway to the unknown. As the Doctor and I slowly emerged from the
Tardis, he retrieved his trusty sonic screwdriver, aiming it towards the portal
with a furrowed brow.
"Curious," he muttered, his eyes reflecting a mix of confusion and intrigue. In that fleeting moment, I caught a glimpse of the other side of the portal, the mysterious realm beyond, growing clearer and more enticing by the second. I saw strange yellow walls, florescent lights on the ceiling, dingy carpet and a hallway leading to who knows where. I stepped closer, captivated by its sight. I reached out to touch the portal. It looked like water, similar to the Star Gate in that old sci-fi TV series. The Doctor pulled me back with force. "Why did you do that?" he asked, his expression filled with worry. "I can't explain it, it was like a magnetic force drawing me closer, tempting me," I replied. "I can't bear the thought of losing you forever," he hesitated. I knew exactly what he was alluding to. It was about Rose.
"There exists
a realm beyond, a place we should not venture into. If you step through, I
might never lay eyes on you again. The portal is unpredictable and
unstable." The allure of that mystical realm was undeniable, a mysterious
force beckoning me to explore its depths. The Doctor, too, sensed the strange
pull. He shook his head, “Not this time," he uttered, almost as if he was
addressing someone else, not me. “We should go, the Tardis will seal the
portal, and it shouldn’t appear in this place again.”
I agreed. We went back into the Tardis, and he did what he does best—fix the situation. I breathed a sigh of relief. I was afraid I was going to die, that centipede was close at our heels earlier, luckily the Tardis appeared when it did. Traveling with the Doctor can be unpredictable, dangerous but exciting. We materialized outside of the catacombs, and Unit was waiting for him. He told me to stay inside the Tardis. I watched on the monitor screen as he spoke to the people. I saw soldiers enter the catacombs shortly after. When the Doctor returned, I asked him why he didn’t want me to meet them. "I'd rather keep you under wraps from them," he said with a playful smirk.
"They believe I'm off on my own adventure. You should have seen their faces when they caught sight of my new look." I couldn't help but roll my eyes, frowning as I shook my head in disbelief. "What’s with that expression?" he inquired, raising an eyebrow.
"You’re not
ashamed of me, are you?" I asked, genuinely intrigued. He quickly
dismissed the notion with a shake of his head. "Not at all, but you have
to understand, I have a lot of enemies, and the less they know about you, the
safer you are."
"But they
don’t seem like enemies to me," I countered, still puzzled by his
insistence.
"No, but they
enjoy monitoring my companions."
"Oh, I
understand," I nodded. "I guess for privacy reasons, I respect
that." We returned home. "Doctor, it seems like in Europe, they
recognize you, but here, they don't."
We exited the
Tardis. He clicked his tongue and sighed, "Well, this country is wary of
aliens," he joked.
"I guess so, we're not exactly known for our welcoming demeanor towards extraterrestrial beings or any other type of aliens," I chuckled. In the comfort of my bedroom, I flopped down onto my bed, feeling the exhaustion of the day wash over me. With a deep inhale, I glanced over to check the time. "Looks like we've circled back to the same hour we departed," I remarked with a grin, closing my eyes and stretching my arms above my head before rolling onto my stomach. The Doctor took the opportunity to lie down beside me, propping himself up on one elbow as he turned to face me. "My son will probably come up soon to check on me," I mentioned casually. "Alright, I'll return tonight, I want to cuddle up next to you," he teased with a flirtatious smile playing on his lips. Shifting to face him, I leaned in for a kiss as he drew closer. Our moment was interrupted by the unexpected entrance of my mother. "Oops, I'll come back later," she said, rolling her eyes and closing the door. I giggled. The Doctor was slightly annoyed, he stood up and said, "I'll catch you later." Taking my hand to help me up, he embraced me and planted a kiss on my lips before stepping into the Tardis and disappearing. True to his word, the next morning I awoke to find the Doctor sleeping beside me, while my son was already up and downstairs, the sound of the television drifting up to my ears. Reflecting on our adventure to the catacombs, I pondered the fate of the missing security guard, wondering if they had ventured through the portal or met a more sinister end at the hands of the creature. I didn't spend as much time with the new Doctor as I did with the first one, but I still had a great time.
We went to Long Beach, had lunch at a seafood restaurant, and walked along the pier. Then we sat on a bench, enjoying each other's company. I even asked a woman to take a photo of us. The Doctor opted not to wear his bowtie, but I don't mind - he looks good in anything. He doesn't stick to one outfit when he comes to see me; he mentioned feeling at ease in casual clothes. On my birthday, my family and I headed to a restaurant to celebrate my twenty-second birthday. I saw the Doctor walked into the restaurant with Lana, I was shocked to see him with her. "What the heck," I thought. Lana was supposed to come alone. Lana greeted us with a wave.
"It appears Lana has brought a plus one," mom observed with a hint of tension in her voice. "Looks like he just can't stand to be away from you," she whispered under her breath. I couldn't help but chuckle and flashed a smile. As they approached our table, Lana explained, "Well, he really wanted to come along with me." She shot me a smile and shrugged her shoulders in uncertainty. It was evident that the Doctor desired to join in on the festivities. The table we occupied had space for 4 people, but the waitress assisted in moving another table closer. Lana took a seat beside me, while the Doctor sat beside my father and my son, who was perched on a highchair. My father remained oblivious to the Doctor's presence, and there were no plans to inform him. After a delightful dinner, Lana and the Doctor departed, and we followed suit soon after. In the evening, I phoned Lana. “So, how did,” I paused. “You should ask why,” Lana interjected. “He wanted to come with me to see you, but he didn’t want to raise suspicion," she added. I smiled and Lana asked me, "Does your father have any idea about him?"
I responded, “No, and it has to stay that way.” Later, Lana came over. We played Johnny's favorite game, Jenga. Johnny always enjoys showcasing his skills in stacking the blocks using his powers. Meanwhile, my father was occupied in his office upstairs, and my mother was keeping an eye on us as we played. Suddenly, I heard the floorboards creaking from the upper floor, where my room is located. My mother looked at me and then glanced towards the stairs. It could have been my father or my brother, but I knew my brother had already left for his friend's house, and my father was preoccupied upstairs in his small office in their room. My mother suspected that it might be the Doctor. She let out a sigh and said, "Invite him to come down here." I made my way upstairs to my room, and there he was, sitting on my bed with his hands behind his head, leaning against the headboard. He was dressed in a brown blazer, a white button-up shirt with a bowtie, and black pants. I stood in front of him with my arms crossed, with a soft smile grazing my lips. "My mom said you can come downstairs. My dad thinks you're Lana's cousin anyways," I laughed."Butterfly,
what if we embark on another adventure?" he suggested, trying to persuade
me to go with him once more.
I nudged his legs to the side and sat beside
him, resting my back against the headboard. "I would love to, but I
want you to come downstairs and join us right now." Leaning over, I kissed
his lips. He clicked his tongue and smiled, saying, "Okay, I'll come
down." I stood up, took his hand, and we made our way downstairs. He's so
fascinated by my son's extraordinary abilities, watching him stack blocks with
his mind. Lana made a bad move, and all the blocks were tumbling down, my son
used his ability to restack them. “Hey, that’s cheating,” I laughed and ruffled
his hair playfully. My dad came down to get himself a cup of coffee, he noticed
the Doctor. “Oh, Hi there Sean. Did you enjoy the dinner?”
“Yes, I did,” the
Doctor said. Lana introduced him as her cousin earlier at the restaurant. “Well,
I hope you’re enjoying your visit here in America. You should go check out the
national parks, they are beautiful.” He gave him a nod, smiled, and went
upstairs. Mom looked at the Doctor and me. “Awkward,” said Lana. My son
looked at us, and he sensed that we were keeping a secret from his grandpa. “Mom,
are you keeping a secret from grandpa?” he asked. I cleared my throat.
“No, it’s just
that...,”
“It’s just that
your grandpa needs to finish his work, and we should go to bed,” my mom
interjected. I agreed.
“Yep, it’s
time to go to bed little man,” I said.
“Okay,” he whined.
I took him upstairs; he brushed his teeth, and I tucked him in bed.
"Are you and
the Doctor heading to bed as well?" my son asked, causing my cheeks to
flush with embarrassment. I responded with a nervous chuckle, "Um, not
just yet." After tucking him in, turning off the lights, and closing the
door, the Tardis was cloaked from his sight. My son's keen perception and
intelligence made me realize that he might soon figure out that the Doctor is
his father. With a heavy sigh, I descended the stairs. "Cherise, I asked
your mom if she wanted to join us for..."
My mom
interjected, "And I politely declined, at least for now." The tension
in the room was palpable, hinting at underlying complexities in their
relationship. "Lana, would you like to come along?" Lana's eyes
widened as she
hesitated,
glancing at me. "Perhaps the next time," she responded.
"Well then,
it looks like it's just you and me," he said with a soft smile directed at
me. I had a feeling he had orchestrated it that way, but I didn't mind.
"Alright,
I'll come," I agreed. With my son fast asleep, we quietly slipped into the
Tardis, not wanting to disturb him. I doubted he heard the Tardis vanish,
but if he did, he probably knew I had gone on an adventure with the Doctor. "I'm
going to show you something truly amazing," he promised. "Hmm, I
wonder what that could be," I mused. The Tardis landed in the Jurassic
period, though I didn't realize it at first. "We've made it," he
declared.
"Where
exactly have we ended up?" I asked.
"In
the Jurassic era," he responded, radiating enthusiasm. I couldn't contain
my excitement and erupted into applause, bouncing up and down like a child. His
words left me in awe, as no one from my time had ever ventured into this
period. Overwhelmed with joy, I hurried towards him and embraced him tightly,
planting a passionate kiss on his lips. "I can't wait to explore
everything," I exclaimed eagerly.
"Let's savor
the moment," he suggested, holding my hand and giving me a flirtatious
grin. He motioned towards the hallway leading to his room with his eyes. I
playfully rolled my eyes and smiled back. "Alright," I responded with
a scoff and a playful smirk. Effortlessly, he lifted me in his arms and carried
me to his room. I was dressed in a gray tee shirt, jeans, and white
sneakers. He tossed me onto his bed, and a playful giggle escaped my lips.
He eagerly undressed, then started removing my clothes with fervor. My top and
bra were discarded on the floor, followed by my sneakers and jeans. I lay on
his bed, stretching my arms above my head, a soft smile playing on my lips. He
began planting tender kisses on my inner thighs, removing my panties and leaving
love bites on my skin. I ran my fingers through his hair as he tantalized my
clit with his tongue, causing me to moan in ecstasy as he pleasured
me. This Doctor, although different, knew exactly how to satisfy my pussy,
leaving me unable to imagine anyone else as skilled in the art of lovemaking.
His tongue explored my wetness, while his three fingers relentlessly teased my
clit. With a rhythmic motion, his fingers plunged into me, sending waves of
pleasure throughout my body. The orgasms intensified, each one surpassing the
previous in intensity. He took control, pinning me down as his thick, pulsating
member entered me. Our cries of pleasure filled the room as we climaxed
together, our bodies trembling in unison. After our passionate encounter, we
embraced, reveling in the warm afterglow of our intimate connection.
The distant,
primal calls of dinosaurs added a mysterious and exotic element to our moment
of intimacy. "Doctor, I can't wait to see some Dinos," I said,
jokingly.
He chuckled, “So
soon? Don’t you want to lay here in deep cogitation, thinking about how
wonderful it is to be with me and how much you missed me?” he said, playfully.
“Of course, I love
spending these moments with you, always, but…,”
“But what?” he
asked. He gave me a kiss on my forehead. “I do like the adventures you
take me on,” I chortled and kissed his chest. “You know what I love?” he
said, and once again we were in the throes of passion. Later, I used the
bathroom and yes, the Tardis has a bathroom. The color scheme in the room is
predominantly white, except for the black trash bin and corner shelf. Inside
the bathroom, there are two mirrors - one above the toilet and the other by the
twin sinks, which only has one facet. Additionally, there is a decent-sized tub
in the bathroom. After finishing my business, I got dressed and returned to his
room, only to find him still in the process of getting dressed. He takes
pleasure in showing off his good-looking body, particularly to his companions
with whom he has been intimate with, including me. Dressed in a white shirt, a
brown pinstriped tweed jacket, black pants, and a maroon bowtie, he led me out
of the Tardis, the sounds of the Jurassic period echoing around us. “Will
we see any Dinos?” I asked.
He chuckled, "We might but hopefully without no velociraptors." I didn't find it amusing, knowing they were once dominant predators. Recalling the Jurassic Park movie, the idea of encountering the Jurassic era firsthand was unsettling. Walking along a dirt path, I brushed against the foliage, likely shaped by dinosaurs passing through. To my left, a few yards away, I noticed a mound that appeared to be dirt until a peculiar scent filled my nostrils. "Hey, Doctor," I gestured towards the mound.
He chuckled,
"Wow, that's a ton of shit there," he remarked, wrapping his arm
around me and planting a kiss on my cheek. We continued our journey and
eventually, we stumbled upon a less-traveled path. Following it, we reached a
cliff that offered a breathtaking view of the valley. I was in complete awe,
taking in the magnificent landscape with wide eyes. "This is the most
incredible gift, Doctor," I exclaimed. We shared a kiss, and he held me
tightly as we marveled at the stunning valley below. I took out my phone and
snapped some pictures of the surroundings, taking a few selfies with the
Doctor. "We should start heading back," he suggested. As we made
our way towards the Tardis, we heard rustling in the bushes. Suddenly, we heard
a clicking sound. A dinosaur emerged, peering at us curiously.
A plant-eating dinosaur from Alberta, Albertadromeus, gazed at us with
curiosity. The Doctor and I stood frozen, returning its stare. As it began to
approach us, we suddenly heard another dinosaur nearby, its call reminiscent of
the Velociraptors from Jurassic Park. "We're going to have to make a run
for it," the Doctor exclaimed, grabbing my hand as we sprinted towards the
Tardis. We could hear something chasing after us, and then we heard the
Albertadromeus cry out in pain. "Oh no, it got caught," I
remarked as we neared the Tardis.
"Well, better
it than us," he replied. The door to the Tardis burst open and we
quickly rushed inside. My heart was pounding in my chest as the door closed
behind us.
"Phew, that
was intense," I panted as I struggled to catch my breath. He approached
me, pulled me into a hug, and planted a kiss on my lips. "So, did you
enjoy your birthday surprise?" he asked with a smirk. I chuckled. We
headed back to my house, returning no later than when we had left. However, my
son was wide awake in his toddler bed, wearing a big smile. "Why are
you still up?" I asked. "I heard the Tardis, then it disappeared, and
now it's back," he explained. "Well, little man, it's time for
you to go to sleep," the Doctor said, tousling his hair. I tucked my son
back into bed. "Butterfly, I have to leave for now, but I'll be back
tomorrow," he whispered, giving me a kiss before departing. The next
morning, he was lying next to me.
I flashed a smile
and inched closer to him. Noticing his white t-shirt, I made the decision to
sneak a peek under the covers. To my surprise, he was wearing his boxers and
socks. Glancing over at my son's toddler bed, I realized he wasn't there; he
must have gone downstairs. Suddenly, I felt something leap onto my bed. Lifting
my head, I spotted the black and white cat. "What the Hell," I
murmured. The cat made its way towards my knees, prompting me to sit up and rub
my eyes. Since the Doctor was still asleep, I made the choice to get out of
bed, put on my socks, and slip into my pink robe. I settled back down on the
bed and began petting the cat, which was purring contently. “What are you doing
up here Salem?” Then I decided to head downstairs. My mom said, "Is the
Doctor in your room?" She glanced at me while pouring some coffee in a
mug. I nodded.
"Here," she handed me a cup of coffee. "Take this to him and tell him that if he's interested in joining us for breakfast, he's welcome to come down. Your father has already left for work, so there's no need to come up with an excuse for the Doctor's early visit," she remarked, with a touch of sarcasm. I couldn't help but roll my eyes and let out a sigh in response. "Okay," I replied, leaning in to give her a quick peck on the cheek before heading towards the Livingroom. As I passed by, I noticed my son engrossed in his cartoons and I stopped. "What are you watching?" I asked, curious about his choice of shows. He jumped up excitedly and wrapped his arms around me in a hug. Placing the mugs on the coffee table, I scooped him up in my arms. "I'm watching SpongeBob," he answered cheerfully before adding, "Mom, where did you go last night?" His innocent question caught me off guard. "We went to the Jurassic Period, so when I come back down, I’ll show you the pictures. You are going to love them.” I kissed his cheek and put him down. I picked up the mugs and went upstairs. The Doctor was awake. He sat up and started putting on his pants. “My mom wanted me to bring this to you and she wants to know if you want breakfast,” I said, giving him a kiss. I set the coffee mugs down on my computer desk and embraced him. “Will you come down?” I asked. He nodded. We got dressed and we went downstairs with our coffee mugs. The cat followed us. "Since when did you get a cat?" the Doctor asked.
"Your son brought him home. Apparently, he loves to bring home strays." I chuckled. I showed my son the pictures I took when the Doctor and I went to the Jurassic period. After breakfast I took my son to the park. There was a woman that looked kind of familiar to me, she was staring at us from a distance. As I swung my son on the swings and the Doctor and I were engrossed in a conversation, she walked up to us. "What a beautiful day," she exclaimed.
"Yeah, it really is," I responded, my eyes narrowing as I peered
at her from behind my sunglasses. She had a similar accent to the Doctor's.
"I have one just like him, he's out shopping with his dad for a gift for
me." She glanced at the Doctor, grinned, then walked away. The Doctor and
I exchanged a puzzled look and shrugged. After spending the day at the park, we
headed home. Lana came by for a visit. The Doctor mentioned he needed to check
something in the Tardis, so he stepped out for a while. The following day, I
was at work while my son attended preschool. I made the decision to enroll him
in preschool because he is a smart and sociable child who enjoys being around
kids his age.
He only attends for half a day, and either my mom, Lana, or I pick him up, depending on our schedules. When I finished work, I met the Doctor at the café. I quickly grabbed a bite to eat before we sat down at a table. "Butterfly, I have something important to discuss with you," he said with a serious tone. I felt a sense of unease creeping in as I asked, "What's going on?" Memories of the past resurfaced, when he had taken me to the beach and disappeared after. Concern filled my eyes as he held my hand. He was dressed in a casual light blue button-up shirt, a brown blazer jacket, and jeans, while I wore a brown blazer, a red silk blouse, and jeans. "I really enjoy being with you," he said with a smile, gently kissing my hand. Worried, I asked, "Is something bothering you?" He let out a sigh and shook his head. "No, it's nothing," he reassured me. Doubtful, I persisted, "Are you sure?"
"Yes,"
he replied. He's not a fan of delivering bad news, and I really wish he had
been more direct with me. Instead, he decided to postpone telling me about his
departure until later. I decided to take a day off and asked my mom to look
after my son since it was her day off too. I genuinely felt the need to have a
conversation with the Doctor because I sensed that he was withholding something
from me. So, the Doctor and I found ourselves sitting on a bench in the park. "Hey,
I'm 21 now and I can't help but think back to the first time we crossed
paths," I reflected. The doctor cut in with a teasing comment, "But
you still find me attractive, right?" I couldn't help but let out a scoff
and a chuckle. "Honestly, when you left, it really hurt. I never thought
I'd let you back in if you ever came back." He looked at me with
sincerity. "But I heard you out and I get it now. So, if there's something
on your mind, just say it." He nodded in agreement. "Remember Amy
Pond? I feel like I should go see how she's doing," he mentioned, moving
closer to me.
He responded,
"Cherise, she was the first person I encountered after my transformation.
There's a bond between us, and I just have this gut feeling that I need to make
sure she's alright."
"I really wish you saw my face first," I
murmured, feeling a sense of disappointment wash over me. Tears welled up in my
eyes as he gently kissed my forehead and enveloped me in a warm
embrace. "I truly do love you; you hold a unique place in my
heart," he paused, his words hanging in the air. "And besides, I have
a son. I promise I will make time to come and see both of you whenever I
can." Later that night, he showed up at my doorstep, and together we
ventured into the Tardis, for one last moment of being together. Our flesh
entwined; a blazing lust sparked between us as we succumbed to desire. Every
kiss, each touch, and hug carried a bitter yet sweet fervor, for I knew his
comeback was uncertain, and even if he did, he might be irreversibly
transformed once again. From that instant, I realized it would be a substantial
period before he blessed me with his presence again.
Love it 😍 very descriptive on the sex scenes
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