Thank you for all your lovely reviews! Made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside :) Anyway, I tried to make this chapter longer, but this seemed like a good stopping place so it's only ever so slightly longer than usual. If I can the next one will be longer.

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The Doctor knocked happily on the Maitland's front door, he'd changed his Wednesday routine. In fact, he barely left the Maitland's house anymore, the TARDIS was parked on their front lawn and hadn't moved in a week.

Angie's voice came over the intercom, "Hello Doctor"

"Hello Angie!" the Doctor half shouted in reply. "Guess what! It's a Tuesday! I've never been at your house on a Tuesday yet, every other day yes, but never a Tuesday. I love firsts."

Angie opened the door for him.

"Where's Clara?" he asked.

"Upstairs," Angie replied. "If she doesn't get up soon Artie and I are staging protest and not getting ourselves to school."

"Aren't you old enough to go to school by yourselves?" the Doctor asked.

"Course I am, but Clara gets paid to take us," Angie replied. "I don't need her to walk me to school, but we're not doing her job for her."

The Doctor shrugged, Angie sort of had a point. It wasn't a very good point, but a point nonetheless. He quickly climbed the stairs to the second floor, turned right, and took the stairs up to Clara's bedroom. It was dark inside. He knocked his knuckles softly on the doorframe as he slipped into the room. The lump under the sheets on the bed shifted slightly. The Doctor crossed the room and knelt by Clara's bed.

"Clara? You awake?"

"No," Clara mumbled, shifting further under the sheets.

"How can you talk if you're not awake?"

She flicked the sheets up off her head and looked at him the tired looking eyes, "You sound like Artie."

The Doctor smiled kindly. She looked quite sweet with her hair all ruffled and her eyes watery after being freshly opened to the day.

"Angie said if you don't get her and Artie to school then they're not going, because it's your job or something. It's some kind of protest."

Clara moaned and pulled the covers back over her head.

"Are you okay?" the Doctor asked, a tone of concern in his voice.

"I have the worst headache ever," her words were muffled slightly by the sheets.

"Want me to get the kids to school for you?"

"Mmhmm," the sheets replied.

The Doctor straightened up, "Right, back in a bit then."

He hurried down the stairs to the lounge where Angie and Artie were sitting, ready to begin their protest.

"Right," the Doctor looked at the two of them. "As officially assigned older person I am going to make sure you get to school on time."

"It's Clara's job," Angie told him stubbornly.

"Well, Clara's got a headache, so I'm doing it instead."

"Why should we let you?"

"Because I'm older and I said so."

"That's dumb," Angie folded her arms across her chest.

"Hang on," the Doctor turned and ran back up to Clara's room.

"Doctor, what are you doing?" Clara asked, peeking out at him.

He was going through her desk drawers, "Where do you keep it?"

"Keep what?"

"Never mind, I found it!" he proudly rushed back out the door.

Clara sighed and pulled her sheets up again. Back downstairs the Doctor held out his treasure. It was the commander badge that he had given Clara when she was made leader of the punishment platoon against the Cybermen.

"I am in charge!" the Doctor gleefully pinned the badge to his jacket. "Now, are you two both ready for school?"

They sighed and nodded. They knew they didn't really have to listen to him just because he was wearing a badge, but it did make them feel like should. Angie and Artie picked up their school bags and followed the Doctor out the front door and down the road towards their school. They arrived at the school gates and Angie saw two of her friends and ran over to them.

"Who's that guy?" asked Kristen. "Doesn't Clara normally walk you to school?"

"That's Clara's boyfriend," Angie replied.

"The one who knocked her up?" Nina looked curiously at the tall man who was still at the gates chatting with Artie.

Angie nodded, "Come on, let's get inside.

The Doctor and Artie were discussing his chess strategies in great depth until the school bell sounded and Artie reluctantly had to say good bye.

"Good luck with your game today Artie!" the Doctor shouted out as he left.

It wasn't far back to the Maitland's house, but it gave the Doctor a chance to think. It really wasn't fair to the Maitland kids that their nanny was going to be out of commission more and more frequently while her pregnancy progressed. Maybe he should talk to George about getting them a new nanny? Though, the Doctor considered, as long as he was around – which he certainly would be –they didn't need one. Between Clara and himself, he was sure they could manage to look after the Maitland kids and their own baby. The Doctor paused at the front door. He hadn't felt this domestic for a long time. He heard a loud noise inside and quickly moved on, slightly afraid there was some kind of burglar or murderer in there with Clara. He let out a sigh of relief when he saw it was just Clara banging around in the kitchen. She slammed a cupboard door shut and let out a huff of aggregation, before leaning up against the bench and pressing a hand to her forehead.

"What's all the banging for?" he asked as he came into the room.

"I can't find the aspirin," she groaned.

"I have something better," the Doctor smiled and pulled a small capsule out of his jacket pocket. "And it's fine for pregnant women too."

"Alien?" Clara took the bottle off him and looked at the label.

"Yes," the Doctor replied. "Take two with a banana and I promise you'll feel instantly better."

"A banana?" she raised an eyebrow at him.

He nodded earnestly. With a sigh she tipped two of the capsules into her hand and grabbed a banana from the fruit bowl.

"Banana first, or pills?"

"Pills first," the Doctor replied.

She swallowed the pills and then ate the banana. And moment later her whole face brightened.

"Wow!" she grinned at him. "That stuff really works."

"How are you feeling now?"

"Great," she gave him a quick hug and then stepped back as she felt a hard metal object against her face as they hugged. "Why are you wearing my badge?"

"Uhh, the kids didn't want to listen to me, so I thought…"

Clara giggled at him and unpinned the badge, "I'll be keeping this thank you – never know when I might need it again."

The Doctor followed Clara upstairs while she went to put the badge away. Once it was away the Doctor cleared his throat.

"Clara, I've been thinking about something."

Clara looked at him curiously, "Should I be worried?"

The Doctor shook his head. She sat down on her bed and looked up expectantly at him to continue.

"See, I was thinking about how it's going to get harder for you to be a nanny as you get further along into this pregnancy, and then after the baby is born. And I thought maybe you should ask George to get a new nanny, but then, it might be easier for you if I kind of hung around. I mean, I spent the last week here and it's not so bad to be in the same place all the time. It does make it easier that you've here I suppose. But anyway, I just thought maybe I could stay and help out a bit with the kids- to make things easier for you."

"Really? You'd stick around just to help me?"

"And to be with you, yes," he nodded.

She stood up and gently kissed his cheek, "Thank you, Doctor."