April 2007

The moment Eve made eye-contact with the Doctor, she knew he loved her more than anything - and he always would.

It had been nearly two months since they had married - Martha had been maid of honour. The Doctor had come to a realisation not two days after he'd become a Time Lord again... after Eve had almost lost him to Joan.
Feeling guilty and realising he loved her more than anything, and never wanted to lose her, he vowed to always include her in everything he did, as his wife, his mate, his love.
And then he had preposed.

They had wed in nineteenth century London, and then gone on their honeymoon. It had been on a planet that looked like it was a honeymooners getaway (Martha had gone too, but stayed in another room and gave them their space), and because of this, the Doctor promised her a better, more romantic honeymoon later.

Then they had gone to a museum to check out "four things and a lizard", and got sent back to 1969. That had given them a bit of domestic, which they probably needed.
Martha had gotten a job at a department store, and Eve had gotten a job at a pub. Meanwhile, the Doctor was busy trying to find ways to get them out. Though, that didn't stop him from being a loyal husband, if a bit - okay, a lot - adsent minded. The three of them had lived under the guise of a man, his wife, and half-sister, which was really only a partial disguise.

Then once they were back "home" in the TARDIS, the Doctor had gone straight to Cardiff to get it refueled, where Jack had grabbed onto the TARDIS and it flew through the vortex and to the end of the universe... and where they met the Master.

Much later, once the Master had aged the Doctor, killed Jack twice, and set the Jones' family to work, he had a realisation of his own.

And it was one that would haunt the Doctor for the rest of his life.