Well, this is it, readers. It's finally the end. I hope you've enjoyed reading this story as much as I've enjoyed writing it. Will this series be continued? I don't have an answer for that. We'll just see what the feature brings. Now, dear readers, I present the epilogue to In A Family Way.

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Epilogue

8 1/2 months later

It was a frantic, frantic day for the Doctor. It was also frantic, to say the least for Clara. Today was the day. Clara has gone into labor a few hours earlier and it wouldn't be long until she and the Doctor were new parents. The Doctor wasn't quite sure what to do. He knew that Clara's labor was progressing faster than expected. "Does it usually take this long?" the Time Lord asked.

"Ellie had a two hour labor." Dave replied.

"Times can vary." the nurse explained. "It won't be long now."

The Doctor smiled at Clara, who was clearly in a lot of pain. "You heard him. It shouldn't be long now, Clara."

Clara glared at her husband and said, "I don't care if this is average or long or short. I've been at this for twelve fucking hours!"

"Language, Clara." the Doctor gently scolded his wife.

"I'll say whatever I want." Clara growled.

The nurse lifted Clara's hospital gown to examine her and a gush of fluids splattered her in the face. "Her water broke!" the nearly-human woman called out.

The room was then filled with many people as things progressed. Before long, things were ready. "You're fully dilated. It's time, Clara!" the obstetrician called out.

Clara let out a sharp cry as the pain intensified. The Doctor managed not to wince as she squeezed his hand almost to the point of pain. "You can do it, Clara."

Clara grabbed the Doctor by the front of his shirt and yanked him so he was face to face with her. "You did this to me." she growled. "I've been putting up with this for eleven and a half fucking months an I want these things out of me!"

"Language, Clara!" the Doctor scolded his wife once again.

"All right, Clara, you can start pushing." the obstetrician instructed.

The Doctor watched, still holding Clara's hand, as she struggled with the task at hand. "Don't forget to breathe, Clara." the Time Lord said.

"Shut up, Doctor!" Clara snapped before letting out another cry of pain.

Things continued to progress over the next few minutes, with Clara alternating between screaming and swearing a blue steak that could blister the ears of someone with delicate sensibilities. "I can't do it!" Clara whimpered, clutching the Doctor's hand tightly. "Doctor, I can't do it!"

"You can do it, Clara." the Doctor said, "Humans have been doing it for millennia. I know it's hard, but you can do it!"

The obstetrician called out, "It's almost there- one more push, Clara!"

Clara let out one last ear-splitting scream before, finally, the first of her twins entered the world. There was two seconds of silence before the sound of an infant's cry pierced the air. One of the nurses smiled at Clara and said, "It's a girl!"

The Doctor gently squeezed his wife's hand and said, "Do you hear that, Clara? We have a little girl!"

There wasn't much time to celebrate. "All right, here comes the next one!" the obstetrician declared.

Clara labored for a few more minutes before her second child exited her body. Moments later, there was another cry. "Another girl!" the obstetrician announced.

The Doctor looked at his wife. She looked utterly exhausted and she was drenched with sweat, but she had the biggest grin on her face. The two babies were set on their mother's chest. Clara let out a happy sigh as she got her first look at her daughters before the medical staff scooped them up and took them away.

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A few hours later, Clara, the Doctor, and Dave Oswald sat in Clara's room, waiting for news. Finally, two nurses came in, each of them wheeling a tiny bed with in. "Here they are." one of the nurses said with a smile.

Clara looked at her daughters for a moment before looking at the nurse. "Can I hold them?"

"Of course." the nurse said.

The nurse then handed both of the babies to their mother, one at a time. The nurse chuckled and said, "I'll be back in a few minutes."

After the nurse left, the Doctor walked over to examine his newborn daughters. They were smaller than he had expected. "They're so tiny." he commented.

"Clara was that size when she was born." Dave said. "They were just born. They're brand new, so of course they're small."

"They're beautiful." Clara said breathily.

"I know. They are." The Doctor smiled gently as he caressed one baby's head, feeling the soft, brown fuzz that was her hair.

"I can't believe it." Clara breathed. "Eleven months and two weeks, plus twelve hours of labor and we're finally parents."

One of the babies began to fuss, followed shortly afterwards by the other. "Looks like they're hungry." the Doctor commented.

The nurse happened to arrive just then. Clara turned to her and said, "They're hungry. Can you fetch a couple bottles?"

"Of course." the nurse said.

The nurse then left. A few minutes later, she returned with a pair of nice, warm bottles of formula, one for each baby. Clara fed one baby while the Doctor fed the other. Dave chuckled and said, "You both look like you're naturals at this."

"Indeed." the Doctor said. This wasn't his first time, but the last time was so long ago that he wasn't sure that he'd remember how to do it.

Dave watched his daughter and his two thousand year old son-in-law for a while. "Well, I'm a granddad now." he said with a smile. He then looked at the two new parents and asked, "Do you two have any names in mind for my granddaughters?"

Clara smiled awkwardly and said, "We actually didn't really talk about names."

"You didn't talk about names?" Dave questioned. "Surely you had something in mind!"

"No, not really." Clara sighed. She looked up at her husband and asked, "Doctor, do you have any ideas?"

"I have a couple." the Doctor replied with a smile. "In fact, I think I've thought up the perfect names."

"What do you think we should name them?" Clara asked.

The Doctor smiled as he looked at the baby that he was feeding. "This one is Sarah Jane," he decided. He then looked at the twin that Clara was feeding. "and that one is Eleanor."

Dave Oswald looked to be on the verge of tears when he heard what his son-in-law wanted to name one of the twins. "Eleanor would be the perfect name." he choked out.

"What do you think, Clara?" the Doctor inquired.

Clara smiled at her husband, then at her daughters. In a soft, gentle voice, the new mother said, "Sarah Jane and Eleanor it is."

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Don't you just love happy endings?