Another four months later, Clara gave birth to a healthy baby girl. The Doctor found where she and the Professor had been hiding beforehand and stayed in the TARDIS, under a lockdown. Making sure they weren't to leave the TARDIS unless they knew it was safe.
Clara was sitting on her bed, her daughter in her arms, and looked at her lovingly. The Professor sat beside her, one arm around Clara and his hand stroking his daughter's cheek when the Doctor walked in.
He smiled at the sight of them. "How is she doing?" he asked. He didn't exactly think he would ever have a granddaughter again. But he was glad that he did have another grandchild. It meant that his family was growing again. He wasn't alone - not anymore. It was like what an old friend had told him a lifetime – or incarnation – ago. He did have an enormous family – made up of friends and family.
The Professor looked up at him. "Great. She's doing great," he answered. "Would you like to hold her?"
"Yeah. Why wouldn't I?" the Doctor asked as he leaned forward and helped Clara take his granddaughter. How beautiful she was. "Hello. I'm your grandfather. Your grandpop." The baby gurgled as if she was saying hello. He looked over at the Professor and Clara. "What did you name her?"
"Ellie," Clara answered. "After my mother." "Beautiful name. Ellie," the Doctor commented.
"Her middle name is Rose," the Professor added. "After Rose, who helped you become a better man after the Time War. To heal you after the war. And, of course, after the tavern's name where I first met Clara. Well, one of our first encounters, anyway."
"Ellie Rose…" the Doctor said. "I like it." He looked down at the couple. "Don't you worry. I will make sure that Zelena doesn't touch Ellie."
"We all will," Clara said in agreement.