Once news of their relationship reached the public, the news nearly crashed every single social media network out there; Facebook, Twitter, Tumblr, ect. No Whovian could've believed it. Matt Smith? And Jenna-Louise Coleman? Onscreen, Whouffle fans were on the edge of their seat, shipping the life out of the two characters known as the Eleventh Doctor and Clara Oswin Oswald. It was confirmed by their publicists later the day that they were in fact dating and out came "Manna."

Their relationship was loved by the majority of the Whovians, happy for the two. Within a few months and almost a year, it was announced that the two were engaged and to get married later in the year. On December 12th, 2015, the wedding happened and every single social media site nearly crashed yet once again. Nearly two years later, on November 2nd, 2017, a beautiful baby boy, Stephen Matthew Smith was welcomed into the world to his two loving parents. Another two years passed before the arrival of another Smith baby, Charlotte Noelle Smith.

Much to the excitement and fangirlism of all, Karen Gillan had become the godmother to both and were very close with the family.

Now, around fifteen years have passed. Matt and Jenna? Still married. Stephen and Charlotte? Growing up and trying to grow up while living with the fact that they're the spawn to two of the many great Doctor Who actor/actresses, and this is their story.

"Mum! I can't find my pair of Converse!" Fourteen year old Charlotte Smith hollered impatiently down the long flight of stairs leading from the second story of the Smiths' home to downstairs where most of her family were right now. She was supposed to be downstairs and eating her breakfast right now but because she couldn't find her shoes and that left her barefoot and hungry. This was a nice way to return back to school after a winter break.

Charlotte frowned to herself as she heard the sound of her mother's footsteps coming up the long flight of stairs. She was prepared for a Jenna-Louise Coleman-Smith lecture because one of her mother's pet peeves were Charlotte's complaining and her impaitent attitude. In Charlotte's defence, she had looked for a good five minutes around the whole upstairs of the Smiths' huge penthouse. In addition to her defense, the house was so big that if she looked around the entire upstairs, she would surely be late to school and by the time she was done with looking through every room and nook and cranny, her older brother, Stephen would graduate already.

She took a last look at herself in the full-length mirror that was hanging next to her. She smoothed out her waist-length wavy chestnut hair, shiny with Bumble & Bumble Curl Conscious Masque, the product that she woke up at the crack of dawn every morning to put in her hair and that she tried to hard to use right to get the perfect wavy curls in her hair that she wanted. There were tiny little clumps on Maybelline mascara on her eyelashes that she wanted to reapply to remove the mascara clumps but it was too late. Her hazel eyes looked shiny and awake, even though she stayed up until two in the morning to read Teen Vogue, her guilty pleasure. She was wearing her school uniform, a grey pleated skirt and a white polo with her school's, Loven Academy, logo sewn on. She was wearing a bright red school uniform caridgan with the logo on it as well and a pair of white tights. The only thing left now were her black Converse which she couldn't find.

Even though Charlotte towered over her mother a good almost three inches, she was still scared to death when her lectures came to her. "You can't find your what?" Jenna marched in front of Charlotte, her voice stern. She knew that Charlotte had not even looked to find whatever she lost. Of course she knew; she had given birth to Charlotte and was her mother. Jenna had an apron with little batter stains on the front so it looked like she stopped cooking to come deal with Charlotte's problem. True maternal love.

"M-my Converse," Charlotte replied back, stuttering a little. She always shyed away a little when her mum's stern tone came at her.

"Didn't you leave them downstairs? I think I almost-" Jenna started, thinking she had seen something like shoes when she had gotten up early that morning to start cooking and made pancakes in honor of her two kids' first day back to school.

Hearing those words, it reeled Charlotte's memory back and she remembered kicking them off her feet in the kitchen when she returned from ice skating a few nights ago with friends and she was too lazy to bring them upstairs with her because her feet were hurting from falling too many times on the frosty ice and the time she remembered she left her shoes downstairs was when she was halfway up the polished wooden stairs. "Thanks, Mum!" Charlotte remembered and charged down the stairs as fast as she could to retrieve her shoes and not manage to come to school tardy.

Jenna sighed as she turned and looked at her growing teenage daughter. Maybe trying to make Charlotte more responsible and pushing her only daughter to be more hardworking wouldn't work. Maybe Charlotte was really this way and the only thing left for Jenna to do was to accept it.

"Found them!" Charlotte raced into the Smiths' huge kitchen and immediately from the doorway, she saw her beaten-up black Converse lying by the metal trash can by the sink. Her dad, Matt, and older-by-two-years brother, Stephen were sitting at the kitchen table on the other side of the kitchen. The grey granite counter divided the dining room and the kitchen.

Her dad and older brother looked over at her. Charlotte sprang up excitedly, beaming at them. "What's cooking?" She asked sweetly, smiling.

Her older brother rolled his eyes, his brotherly duty to get annoyed at everything Charlotte did, "Pancakes. Can't you tell?"

Charlotte glared her hazel eyes over at her brother. "I can tell you both are eating pancakes." She pointed at the huge stacks of pancake in front of both of the men. "I mean like what's cooking like 'what's up'. Haven't you heard that term?" She scowled at her older brother. Two more years, she told herself. Just two more years and Stephen would be off at university and she would finally live in peace without the annoyance of an older brother.

Anyone that looked at Charlotte and Stephen Smith knew exactly they were siblings. (And not because their parents were legendary Doctor Who actors). They both had the same skin tone, the same hair color, not the same hair as Charlotte's was annoyingly frizzy or straight, depending on the day, and Stephen had short chestnut brown hair. Stephen had bright green eyes that were the spitting image of his dad's while Charlotte had hazel, a mix of brown and green, just depending on the day like her hair. They fought like siblings on a daily basis. Stephen was the football (soccer for you Americans) player and Charlotte had the secret desire to become an actress and get involved in the entertainment industry like her parents, but she was scared and didn't know how to express it to them as their parents made it sometimes seem like they didn't want their children in the entertainment industry.

Why? Their complaint over loving acting but having to deal with the press, not enough privacy for their children growing up, sometimes having to be away from family for filming, ect. It seemed too much and from her assumptions, Charlotte was sure her parents would probably throw her out if she even spoke up about wanting to start acting.

Her parents seemed to favor Stephen more. Well, her dad at least, maybe it was because Matt wanted to become a football player as well and they had the common love, unlike Charlotte. Well, she and her father did have a common love: acting, but she was too shy to approach him about it.

So in her freetime, Charlotte spent her time reading about old Shakespeare plays and helping backstage on sets at plays at her school. It was her outlet for her interest and what she wanted to pursue. If she couldn't pursue it directly, why not fill the void with things that were similar? She just wish she had the courage to ask her parents if she could go into acting.

"Char, Stephen. You two are going to be late for your first day back at school! It's ten past eight!" Jenna came down and pointed at one of the many clocks hanging in the kitchen. School for the two Smith children started at 8:30 and it was a fifteen minute ride to school.

"Oh! Right, thanks, Mum. Bye, Dad. Let's go, Charlotte." Stephen grabbed his bookbag from off of the chair next to him and motioned to his sister who was standing next to him.

"'Kay. Bye!" Charlotte gave both her parents a hug and then raced back upstairs to get her bookbag. The first day back at school was going to be a success and yes, by the end of this term, she would come up to her parents with her acting dream.

A/N –

It's summer. Finally. Finally graduation. A Whouffle multi-chap? Well, Whouffle-ish. My friend and I had this idea in our head since spring break last April and I decided to do something with that idea. It's summer and I have nothing better to do. I have a bunch of plotbunnies and I can't wait to write them. Please review? The intro was really rushed because I wanted to upload this tonight. I really hope that I didn't make Charlotte too Mary-Sueish. This chapter was mostly based on her and the next is Stephen, ect. Don't worry, I'm going to add some Matt and Jenna too. I'm going to try really hard to write the next chapter by the end of this week, if you guys like it.

- Irine.