Clara rolled from her pillow to the other side of the bed, putting her hand under a colder pillow and keeping the other on her belly, making sure nothing bad happened. The quilt that covered her legs and her body was now on the floor and she had wondered how much she could possibly move so that it arrived there. She was so sleepy and all she wanted to do was fall back into her dreams where the Doctor took her to see another planet and meet some other species. The other side of the bed, where the Doctor was supposed to be sleeping was cold which meant he didn't come to sleep. Clara opened her eyes a little and saw the light that the TV gave although she couldn't hear any sound.

She moved her legs slowly so that she wouldn't disturb the lord that was growing inside her and when her feet touched the soft and ticklish material of the carpet she just smiled. It was the idea of the Doctor to get that kind of carpet because he always wanted her to wake up with a smile on her face. She couldn't remember from what planet they took it, but this carpet was really doing its job because her smile became larger as she played with her feet in that comfy material. Clara held her hand on her belly when she finally got up from bed, being careful not to make sudden moves. She looked in the mirror from their wardrobe and she didn't see any change. She looked exactly the same. No rounded belly, still the same skinny legs, her clothes fit perfectly. It hasn't passed a month since she found out she was pregnant and the Doctor said she shouldn't expect any change, but she was always worried about her baby. Always worried that something can happen during her sleep, that she may kill him with a sudden move or with a wrong turn. Looking in the mirror, she fondled her tummy. "I am going to love you so much" – she said as she got out of the room, closing the door silently and carefully going downstairs to find the Doctor.

Clara saw the Doctor was so focused on what he was watching that he didn't even notice when she finished walking down the stairs. He was always there to hold her hand and help her out, because sometimes he was more worried about the baby then she was. They both realized that what was growing inside her was not a baby, but a time lord and the Doctor was so excited that there was going to be another one of his race, another Time Lord who could fly his TARDIS with him and maybe, after some years he could even help his son steal his own TARDIS. Clara smiled at the memories of them cuddling on the couch, watching TV, eating fish fingers and custard and thinking about the three of them around the console, father and son pulling the levers and her just watching and waiting to be the one who opened the doors and tell them where they were. Then she just walked carefully to the door, leaning against it.

When the Doctor saw her, he just jumped from the couch and ran to her, putting a hand on her forehead and after making sure she was not having fever he just kissed her forehead. "What's wrong? Are you feeling bad? Do you want me to bring you something? You know that if you want something all you have to do is shout, or at least talk. I can hear you. This TV we brought from Kastopheria has this excellent ability to be mute, but not mute. And I can hear your breathing and I can hear your whispers or any sounds you make" – he said nodding with a large proud smile on his face. The Doctor put his hand over hers on her belly and kneeled so that the belly could be right in front of his lips. "How is the little Doctor doing?" – he said on a childish voice. "We are not naming him Doctor" – Clara quickly said looking down at him. The Time Lord looked up and frowned when he met her eyes. "Of course not" – he said as he looked back at the belly. He gently kissed it and then, as he put his ear on her tummy, he mumbled "Your mummy is right. We are going to love you so much"

The Doctor got up and took her face in his hands, fondling her cheek with his thumb. "Now you need to go back to bed. The cats from the New Earth said you have to rest as much as you can, because this time lord needs all the energy and power you have. And he will exhaust you so you have to go back to bed and sleep. I don't want you to faint or something bad happen to you or the baby, just because you are too stubborn" – the Doctor said, his voice becoming all bossy and serious. Clara just shook her head and took his hands into hers. "I am fine. Still can't believe you took me on another planet to examine me" The Doctor laughed "The doctors from here would notice two hearts there and they will think there are two children and so they will make you lie and believe you are having twins. Once the pregnancy would develop they would notice that there is only one child and they would scare you by telling you that the other twin will probably come to this world dead"

This was the story he always told her when she said she didn't trust the cats from New Earth. To make him shut up she just rose on her tiptoes and kissed him, the softness of his lips making her heart beat louder as if it was the first time they kissed. He didn't fight back and he wrapped his hands around her waist, being careful when their bodies bound not to make any sudden moves. Clara's hands just entwined with his when their lips parted and her head rested on his chest, hearing the heartbeats of his hearts. "Is this how his heart is going to beat?" – she asked, listening carefully to every sound, counting the seconds between the heart beats. The Doctor smiled and he kissed her head, resting his chin on her soft hair. "I think. I don't know, never had a baby before" He put his hand under her chin and raised it so that he could look right in those nut-brown eyes. She met his amber eyes, those eyes she lost herself into and to which she couldn't refuse anything and an inevitably grin appeared on her face. "Now, go to bed" – he whispered, scared he would awake the little lord.

Clara shook her head no, but all of a sudden she felt like she couldn't stay on her legs anymore, like she didn't have the necessary power to keep herself awake. She almost fell, but the Doctor was there to catch her. His eyes were big, scared of her condition, his arms were like a statue around her. For a moment she was crippled, she couldn't speak or make any move. "You are going to bed, to rest" – he said, his voice being determined and serious. "Come with me. Please. Let's go and sleep" – she said, her voice almost trembling. The Doctor nodded and turned off the TV using some timey remotey stuff and he took Clara's hand into his, helping her go up in the room.

When they arrived he quickly went to the bed and played with the pillows, making her more comfortable to sleep on. He took the quilt from the floor and then looked her like she was blaming her for getting the fluffy quilt on the floor, but she just shrugged, with an innocent smile on her face. After finishing preparing the bed, it looked like a queen was going to sleep under those sheets. The pillows were as white as the full moon which landed its light through the white curtains; the quilt was the color of a dark red, like blood and all she needed to do was jump in it. The Doctor went and put his hand around her waist, helping her move slowly. He softly laid her down on the bed, kissing her forehead and he lay down near her, watching her belly moving back and forth because of her breathing. He rested his head on his hand as she was looking at him. "I don't need you to watch over me. I am okay. Let's just go and sleep" – she said, glancing at him. He took the small lock of hair that was on her face and put it on the pillow and then he softly kissed her lips and nodded.

The Doctor wrapped his hands around her waist, putting it on her tummy, over hers, both of them making sure everything was going to be right while they were asleep. Their hands entwined and on both faces there was a large smile, both of them being happy to be in each other's arms. Their cold legs met under the fluffy quilt and Clara just opened her eyes, making sure this wasn't a dream and the Doctor was near her and that he will always be there. "Good night, chin boy" – she whispered as she closed her eyes, moving her head closer to him so that she could hear him breathing. "Good night, my impossible girl" – he responded on his soft voice, kissing her head, resting his head in her hair. After hearing his response, Clara quickly fell asleep, knowing that both her and the baby were safe in the Doctor's arms.