Steven stood in the kitchen, waiting for a pot of pasta to boil and absentmindedly fiddling with his phone. The boys were playing MarioKart in the next room, arguing loudly about blue shells, but he was in such a good mood that even their bickering was endearing. He was lucky, so lucky, to have beautiful healthy children with someone he loved. Sue was out with friends - well, more-than-friends. “You got a night with Matt, I get a night with them. You watch the kids. It’s only fair,” she had said, and kissed him, giggling, and he had kissed back. Steven had never, in all his years of marriage, been fully able to believe his luck. If he could time-travel back to when he’s first met her seventeen years ago*, and told a younger Steven Moffat “That woman will be your wife” he didn’t think that his past self would have believed it. He thought of himself, reeling from the break-up of his first marriage, trying not to blush every time she spoke when they worked together on The Curse Of Fatal Death, back in a time when he thought Doctor Who and his own love-life had both been cancelled forever. How could he have known that years later he’d be the Doctor Who showrunner and Sue’s husband? Or that his beautiful, amazing wife would be happy for them to have an open relationship, and that he would find himself loving and making love to all sorts of other amazing people? Or that one of those people would be, oddly enough, the Eleventh (and, despite fierce competition, sexiest **) incarnation of the Doctor? For him , the TARDIS truly was a snog box. He sometimes worried that the universe would see fit to balance out all his good fortune by giving him some horrific terminal illness, but so far the closest he’d come to karma was the passionate hatred of strangers on the internet.
His pleasant reverie was interrupted by the familiar noise of the TARDIS landing, coming from his phone. He picked it up and heard Matt’s voice “Hello sweetie. Just finished my interview. You busy? ” Steven felt his heart beat a little faster, but responded with feigned nochalance “Watching the boys, sorry. See you when I can.” Matt was impatient “I could come over. I’d be a better babysitter than the Doctor. I wouldn’t let them play blind man’s bluff. Or just stand around playing games after you collapsed.” Steven chuckled to himself, “We wouldn’t be able to have any…” Steven searched for a word that would communicate his meaning to Matt but hide it from eavesdropping children “ahem, “fun” if you know what I mean. You’re in that blessed interlude in your life between hiding your “fun” from parents and hiding your “fun” from children. Treasure it while you can,” said Moffat, although he and Sue managed to have plenty of fun, together and apart. But it did require more cunning and discretion than it had before the boys. “We can’t have “fun” but we can still have fun,” said Matt, not giving up. Steven couldn’t pretend he didn’t want to see Matt, and he knew the boys would love to see him too, so he said, “Okay, if you’ve nothing better to do than hang out with me.” Matt chuckled, “See you soon sweetie,” he said, then hung up.
*At the Edinburgh Television Festival. Thanks, wikipedia.
**With the possible exception of Joanna Lumley