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The first actual appearances were in those stories set way up in the vicinity of 5 million, I believe.
However, when was the news bulletin about FoB being preggers?

Hi,Willow! Glad to see you're still following this!
So, anyone got a date for "The Long Game," 'cause I'm too busy to whip out the DVD mrgreen
But was there a picture to go with that announcement? 'Cause they used to call him that back in the day--maybe he was pregnant BEFORE all this other stuff happened. I'd belive pretty much anything of him! rofl rofl rofl

To quote Sweetie, "Brilliant!" Absolutely. Love this story. smile

I think that's because ThPriestess is writing this in the style of a harlequin -type romance novel. I haven't actually read any (except to howl with laughter at the cover blurbs), but no doubt someone else can confirm or deny this.

And now, the beginning of the epilogue:
Artifacts
Part Three

River Song took a moment to admire the earrings lying in her hand before putting them on. Pure gold and almost as fragile as tissue, they formed cascades of tiny flowers and birds. Fifth-Century Byzantine, he’d said. She didn’t doubt it. She wondered if they shouldn’t be on display in a museum somewhere.
Not that she’d ever give them up. Maybe I’ll leave them to the University in my will, she though as she put them on. Just as she stepped back from the vanity mirror, a sound from the living room caught her ear: a late 20th Century show tune. Her heartbeat quickened, and she felt her face breaking into a silly schoolgirl grin in spite of herself.
“Can you feel the love tonight . . .” she hummed along as she went into the living room. Looking around for the tenth time that evening, she saw everything was in its place. She fidgeted with the stack of papers and datapads resting on the catchall table by the door. “Wouldn’t do to forget my speech . . .Let’s see, ten minutes to walk across campus from the dell, and then . . .” She tried to catch her breath. I shouldn’t have dressed yet, should have stayed in my robe . . . But the opening’s in less than an hour, there isn’t time . . . Well, there’s always time, but no, tonight’s important. She laughed out loud at herself, and returned to the bedroom for a last dab of lipstick and some perfume. “Look at you,” she said to her reflection in the mirror. “Nervous as a sorority pledge. Happens every time . . .” She went back into the living room, switched off the music, and stood in front of the door.
She had it open before the first chime of the doorbell had finished. “Darling!” she cried. “Oh, my, look at you! A tuxedo! You are utterly perfect! My beautiful . . .” She pulled the Doctor into her apartment and kissed him.

I planned for them to get to the galery early, to look over the exhibit before the crowds, but they preferred Eirwyn's suggestion . . .

“I brought you something,” he said when their lips parted. He held up a small box containing a multi-petalled blossom floating in water. “It’s a Janusian water-lily. It’s slightly empathic–changes color according to the moods of the people around it.
As River watched, the petals flushed from a pale pink to a deep reddish-purple.
“What does that color mean?” she asked.
“It, um, means, ah . . . that we’re probably going to be late.”
“That’s what I thought.”

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River rolled over onto her stomach on the bed, to get a better look at the clock on her bedside table. “Uh-oh, the gallery officially opened ten minutes ago.”
“Do we really have to go?”
“I do. I’m supposed to be giving a speech in five minutes. You can stay here and do whatever you like.”
“Not without you I can’t,” the Doctor pouted. He raised himself onto one elbow. “River, oh, my, you actually did it! You got the tattoo!”
“Yes, of course I did,” said River, climbing reluctantly from the bed and looking for her clothes. “You haven’t seen it yet?”
“I haven’t seen you since the Lupine returned from Ghehenna . . . Are you saying I’ve been here since?”
River chuckled softly, retrieving her stockings from the corner of the bed. “Now, you know you can’t ask me things like that . . .”
“Well, it’s good to know I haven’t wasted any time . . .”
“If by wasting time you mean wasting any opportunity to show up here unannounced, eat my food, sleep in my bed, and generally throw my life into disarray, then no, you haven’t.”
The Doctor’s face fell. “Have I been making a nuisance of myself?”
“A nuisance?” River laughed. “Farthest thing from it. Loveliest thing in the world, to come home, walk in, and see your overcoat on the hat rack and your sock-feet hanging off the end of the sofa.”
“You let me put my feet on your sofa?”
“I let you put anything anywhere, darling. How could I stop you?” She picked his clothes up off the floor and pitched them at his head. “Hurry and get dressed. I’m leaving.”

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