He was pacing, feet stomping loudly against the metal of the console floor as she sat on the edge, legs dangling, her stomach in a knot. Clara closed her eyes, listening to the steady beating of each step, sounding much like the pounding of her own heart.
"Stop pacing," she commanded.
"I'm not pacing," he replied.
"You are pacing," she affirmed.
"I'm pacing," he nodded, "Why am I pacing; why aren't you pacing?"
"Dunno," Clara spat, glancing again at the bar in her hands, digital reading still calculating.
"Hang on," the Doctor shouted suddenly, rhythmic clanks coming to a stop and she turned in time to see him swing the monitor on the console and begin pounding at the keys.
"What are you doing?"
"I forgot," he smiled wryly, "I have a Tardis."
"I fail to see the significance," Clara frowned, pulling herself up and beginning to move towards him before he raised an arm, gesturing at her to stand still. "Weird," she sang.
"Scanning," he sang back.
"Scanning what?" Clara demanded.
"You, she's scanning you," he pointed.
Her mouth fell open, "Well stop her, I don't want to be scanned!"
"It's faster than…" he shook a finger at the item in her hand, "It's faster than that."
The monitor made a noise and he stared, eyes widening slightly, brow rising before he gave her a half-smile. Clara rushed over and looked up at the screen, seeing the swirling bubble before glancing down at the bar in her hand – the bar that had, in that same instance, given her an identical reading.
"I'm pregnant."
Dave Oswald stood inside of the Tardis, hands jammed into his pockets, eyes drifting over the ceiling above him before falling back down on the couple in front of him and he shrugged, "Bit bigger on the inside than I expected."
The Doctor released a tense laugh and Clara elbowed him, "Dad, I… we wanted to bring you here because we have… news."
With a nod, the Doctor continued, "We had something we needed to tell you and, well, we thought we'd start with this first."
Glancing sideways, Dave asked, "You have news and you thought you'd start by telling me you're an alien and then bringing me inside of your space ship?"
The duo shared another awkward laugh, both clasping their hands together in front of themselves before Clara swallowed hard and told her father, "So you might want to sit down, maybe, for this."
The man released a sigh and stared at her a moment before declaring, "So, you're pregnant."
"What?" The Doctor asked.
"I mean," he continued, "No reason to show me this unless you were – assume the baby'll have one head 'cause he's got one head," he eyed the Doctor, "You've only got one head, right son?"
"What?" The Doctor repeated.
Dave shrugged again, "Suppose it's alright. Better than that Charlie bloke's been hanging around the neighborhood tryin' to talk to you. D'you get paid to take people travellin' Doctor – that how you make a living in this?"
"What?" The Doctor gasped, this time with Clara echoing in.
Turning to sit, Dave smiled up at them and asked, "So can we go for a spin?"