What is the point of looking in a mirror?

Location: The TARDIS

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Clara Oswald hated looking in the mirror, all she saw was all of her failures and regrets but when she looked into the mirror with the Doctor; she saw her future with him. Every day with him made her happier and happier, she looked into the mirror and was proud of who she was. That was until the day she woke up in the middle of the night with a horrible sensation in her stomach, she looked over at the Doctor who was snoring away in their bed, she rolled her eyes and hopped out of bed. The sickness in her stomach started to hurt more and more; she held onto it and guided herself to the toilet.

She instantly threw up into the toilet, she held onto it and the TARDIS hummed to her in a comforting tone. "Thanks." She said tapping the wall, she rose from the spot. "Is it a virus? Or did I eat too much last night?" She placed her hand on a flat screen, the screen scanned her entire body; it was always 100% accurate and the Doctor had installed it after Clara had come down with a serious case of the flu. Clara looked at her feet, as the scanner beeped away and the last beep changed her life, "Oh, that's not a virus." She said looking at the screen, "Nope, not a virus." She unconsciously placed her hand on her stomach.

"What's not a virus?" The Doctor's tired voice asked, "You okay?"

"Not sure..." Clara hummed;

"What is it?" He asked hovering by the door, last time she had been on a period and he didn't need to have that conservation again; so he stayed far away from her.

"You and I have a lot of planning to do; the wedding needs to be pushed forward." Clara hummed; she bit her bottom lip as the Doctor trailed over. His eyes travelled up to the screen, he wobbled where he stood. "Yeah." She said looking up to him, "This is happening."

"Not expected just yet, ready?" The Doctor asked.

"We've got another eight months to plan, it's all fine." Clara smiled, "This baby is going to be spoilt rotten."

"Yeah, we have to talk about Missy and the possibility of her taking him." The Doctor whispered into her ear.

"Him?" Clara questioned.

"I think it's a boy." The Doctor chorused, "I kind of hope it's a boy, I can't deal with two Clara's running around."

"Funny." Clara said sarcastically, "Now with Missy, I think we should go back in time. Have the baby in the past, like the 1980s; we can't bang into young me, though."

"Scotland, let's settle down in Glasgow. We'll start in December 1986 in time for Christmas; have this baby in August 1987."

"You are a helpless romantic." Clara said holding his hand, "Let's get married tomorrow."

"Okay." The Doctor replied, "Clara Smith."

"But the baby is having both our names; I've always loved double surnames, they're so cute and official," Clara said over excited.

"Names?" The Doctor asked.

"Already?"Clara exclaimed.

"I want to know." The Doctor smiled, "Come on, I'll name a girl's name – you name a boy's."

"Leopold." Clara stated, "It's nice, it's very Scottish and Leopold Oswald – Smith is a brilliant name. Leo for short."

"I like it, sticking with L. What about Lola for a girl?" The Doctor asked.

"Okay, Lola and Leo." Clara smiled, "Let's hope this goes smoothly."

Hey there everyone! I hope the first chapter was okay, I started this fanfic as a give for my friend but I've started to enjoy writing it! It is about twenty chapters long and it should all be uploaded by Friday 8th April.