It was about 11pm and Amy and Rory were lying in bed kissing each other passionately.
"I love kissing you so much" Amy looked at her husband and smiled, "you're such a good kisser".
He smiled back at her and stroked her cheek, "I know" he smiled more as he leant in towards her, kissing her again and draping his arm around her shoulders.
After a while she stopped and looked at him, "Rory?"
"You okay?"
"Do you ever worry that Jamie's mum, I mean his real mum, is going to change her mind about giving him up and take him away from us".
"No" he shook his head, "because it's never going to happen, she made it perfectly clear that she couldn't take care of him". He started kissing down her neck towards her chest.
She moaned slightly tipping her head back, "but..what if...it does though".
Rory sighed and lay down on his side, looking at his wife, "Amy, listen to me, Jamie is our son, nothing is going to change that, we love him more than anyone, I would never let anyone take him away from us, now can we please move on from this conversation, I want to have sex with you, right here, right now". He started kissing her chest and proceeded to remove her clothes, only for the baby monitor to go off, Jamie crying in his cot in the nursery room.
Rory looked at Amy and smiled as he stood up, "this isn't over" he leant over and kissed her quickly a couple of times before standing up properly again.
"Daddy's coming, Jamie".
