I woke up early the next morning. The Doctor was still asleep so I didn't get out of the hammock. I rocked back and forth a bit so that the hammock rocked as well. The Doctor heard the noise and woke up with a smile. We did domestic things, like rearranging the room. I decided to clean everything and he helped out when I got tired or couldn't reach anything. The TARDIS seemed to catch the nesting fever and decided to rearrange some rooms to better suit taking care of a baby. The sick bay was moved closer for when I gave birth, and the cabinets were filled with healthy food, like fruit, vegetables, and some soft cheeses. Most of the meat that we had was hidden, along with some seafood, coffee, herbal teas, and peanut products.
We walked around the new designs of the TARDIS and saw that the swimming pool was moved closer. I decided to change into a bathing suit and swim. The Doctor joined me later wearing swim trunks.
The next few months followed the same kind of pattern, swimming and walking around. We followed the new routine until my stomach had ballooned multiple sizes and I was completely unable to see my toes. At that point, I just sat in the pool in the shallow end. Although it didn't seem like it, he always kept his eyes on me. He was across the pool when I felt a dull pain in my abdomen.
"Doctor, I need you," I said in a hushed tone. He rushed over and got me out of the pool and next door to the sick bay. We had set up a tub weeks before. He got me in it and gave me some pain medicine. The contractions began to grow more regular and more painful. Even with the pain medicine, I was close to crying. The Doctor was told me how dilated I was, and around 4 centimeters, the contractions got even worse and closer together. He moved me to the edge with padding so I had something to lean against. I tried to focus on my breathing, but the Doctor had to constantly remind me.
At 8 centimeters, the Doctor was trying to talk me through what was happening, although I couldn't pay much attention. I heard the word 'transition' and that's about it. It felt like hours passed by before he said I had reached 10 centimeters. I felt the urge to push, and he told me to go ahead. I began pushing as hard as I could, but I quickly tired out. The Doctor had to slow down how often he was telling me to push. I crowned a while later. The Doctor wanted to help me by pulling her out, but I refused. The water was warm and very relaxing and the rest of the birthing after was much easier. I only let the Doctor hold the head while she was coming out so that she didn't hit the bottom of the tub. Once she was out, he placed her quickly on my chest and made sure she was perfectly fine.
She was indeed fine, and cried not long after she was on my chest. We decided to name her Gallifrey, based obviously on the Doctor's home.
A/N: I couldn't wait to write this chapter! I plan to write one more chapter showing Gallifrey's aging. I honestly could not have done this without the most amazing beta, Sherlockiannightmare. Such a pleasure to work with, and I hope we can continue to work together in the future.