"What do you mean, you think?" Danny asked.

"What do you think I mean?" Clara asked quickly. "If we've been on our honeymoon for over a month, I'm definitely late."

"How late?" Danny asked. "A few days isn't that long, right?"

"The Doctor said we were away for thirty-five days, yeah?" Clara asked. "So I'd be about a week and a half late."

"That sounds like a lot."

"It is a lot!" Clara said.

"Do you have a test or something?" Danny asked.

"No, not here," Clara replied.

"Then let's go get one."

-DW-

Clara and Danny stood in the aisle at the chemist, both with overwhelmed expressions on their faces.

"Which one should we get?" Danny asked.

"I have no idea," Clara replied.

"Have you ever done this before?" Danny asked.

"No," Clara said quickly. "Have you?"

"Taken a pregnancy test? No," Danny said with a laugh. He got a stern look from Clara. "No, I've never bought one before."

"What about that one?" Clara asked, pointing at a box. "I like the colors on the packaging."

Danny laughed. "Should this be a purely aesthetic choice?" he asked. He pointed at another one. "What about that? It says that it is ninety-nine percent accurate."

"Danny, they all say that." She picked up a few boxes. "We should get a few, yeah? They're all the same accuracy."

"Whatever you want to do, I support you," Danny said.

Clara turned to him. "Right now let's just get the tests."

-DW-

"Three minutes," Clara said as she walked out of the bathroom. She sat next to Danny on the couch and put her head on his shoulder.

"What do we do now?" Danny asked. "We just wait."

Clara nodded. "Yup."

"In silence?"

Clara sighed. "Feel free to say something."

Danny cocked his head a bit, somewhat taken aback.

"Sorry, I'm a little…I don't know. On edge?"

"I noticed," Danny said. "And I get it. I'm nervous too."

"Nervous," Clara said. "Yes. Scared, possibly."

"Okay, let's go with that," Danny said. "What are you scared of?"

"I mean, we haven't really talked about this," Clara said.

"You're scared of how I'll react?"

"No, not at all," Clara said. "It's just…we're not ready for this. We haven't talked about this, we haven't planned for this. This is an accident, this isn't supposed to happen now. We've been married for a month."

"Technically a day, by Earth standards," Danny said.

Clara playfully nudged him with her head, but then got serious. "Come on, Danny. We're not ready."

"How are we not ready?"

Clara sat up. "Seriously?" She turned to him. "Alright. I always pictured we'd be married for a while before we'd have kids. I know we've been engaged for some time but we only decided to get married on a whim a few days ago, or a month ago, or whatever! I thought we'd spend a while with just us, maybe buy a house. Or a dog. Or both! We'd go on holidays and we'd do all the fun things you do before you have kids. Then we'd have a few kids and be a family."

"How many kids do you want, exactly?"

"Three," Clara said, without missing a beat. "I'm fine with being outnumbered, we can take it."

"Three sounds good."

"What did you think?" Clara asked. "When you imagined our future, what did you think it'd be like?"

Danny straightened up a bit and grinned. "Well," he began. "We'd wait a bit after getting married to have kids, but not too long. We'd be alright in the flat for a while, but once we had more kids we'd buy a house. We'd take some holidays, we would take the kids up to Blackpool and show them where you grew up. Maybe when they're old enough we would go to Gloucester and I'd explain how I grew up. They'd grow up better than we did. We'd be really happy and we'd all be really loved and we'd all be here."

Clara was quiet for a while, then laughed to herself slightly. "I was about to say that I can't wait to have a family with you, but I really can."

Danny laughed too. He leaned over and kissed her forehead. "I love you."

"I love you, too."

They sat in another short silence, then Clara spoke.

"It's weird," she said. "I kind of thought that if I ever did get pregnant, I'd know. I'd feel different and be able to tell, somehow."

"Didn't you say you felt ill?"

Clara nodded. "Yeah, but I might just actually be ill. I don't feel any different from when I am actually ill, rather."

Danny was in thought for a moment. "Would you want to adopt kids?"

Clara turned toward him, not at all expecting that question. "I haven't really given it a lot of thought. If for some reason we couldn't have kids on our own, absolutely. Otherwise, maybe. I don't know. Probably?"

Danny laughed at how uncertain she was. "I kind of was hoping to adopt a child one day."

"You've never told me that." Clara's tone wasn't accusatory or angry, it was just matter-of-fact.

"Yeah," Danny said. "Growing up in the children's home, I dreamt of being adopted. I saw how happy kids were when they got adopted. There are so many kids out there who need homes, if I could help even just one, that'd be incredible."

"Okay," Clara said. "Alright. Yeah. Let's see how this goes, then we can talk about adoption later."

"Really?" Danny asked.

Clara nodded. "You'd be an amazing father, Danny, no matter how you go about becoming one."

Danny smiled. "This could be a good thing, you know," he said, elbowing her for emphasis.

"I know," she said, elbowing him back. "My initial reaction to this was panic and I'm still panicking to be honest with you but I'm also starting to see the bright side."

"Maybe we're not 100% ready," Danny said. "Maybe this isn't exactly how either of us pictured it. But we can do this."

Clara sat there, thinking about this. Then she laughed to herself. Danny gave her a quizzical look.

"It's been over a month for us since the wedding, but for everyone else it's barely been a day," Clara said. "So if I am pregnant, that's going to answer a lot of people's questions about why we got married so fast. My Gran's going to lose it."

Danny chuckled. "Yeah, we can't really explain our way out of this one, can we?"

"We'll make it work," Clara said.

They sat for a bit then Clara's phone went off.

"Is that the timer?" Danny asked.

Clara shook her head. "No, it' my dad." She picked up the phone.

"Hey, Dad," she said into the phone. A concerned look took over her face. "What's going on?"

Danny stood and gave Clara a concerned look, too. He reached toward her, but she started to pace the floor.

"Where are you?" Clara asked. "No don't worry about us, of course we can come. You're still in London?"

Danny took this as his cue to go get their coats and keys. When he returned, Clara was about wrapping up the phone call.

"We'll be right there," Clara said. "I love you. Bye."

She put the phone in her pocket and turned to Danny.

"What happened?"

"My Gran fell, she's in hospital," Clara explained. "She hit her head."

"Let's go," Danny said, handing her her coat. "Do you want to wait for…?" he trailed off, pointing towards the bathroom.

"No, it can wait."

Danny nodded. "I'll drive," he said, reaching for Clara and walking with her out of the flat.

-DW-

"Dad," Clara said walking in to the hospital room. He was sitting at Gran's bedside and Linda was beside him, but further back from the bed.

Dave looked up at Clara with worry in his eyes.

"You didn't have to come, love," he said, standing to greet her.

"Of course I did," Clara said. "How is she?"

"She's doing okay," Dave said. "The fall gave us quite a fright. She hit her head hard enough to get a concussion and go cut bad enough that she needs stitches, but she'll be alright."

Clara looked toward her Gran, who appeared to be asleep. "Is it alright that she's asleep?"

Dave nodded. "Yeah, the doctor said that as long as we wake her every two hours, she can sleep."

Clara took a deep breath and ran her hand through her hair. It had been a long day.

"How did this happen?" she asked. "How did she fall?"

"She was brushing her teeth and she fell," Dave said. "She just slipped on some water on the floor and fell hard, hitting her head on the sink on the way down."

Clara again looked at her Gran and took it in. She was asleep and looked peaceful, aside from the large bandage on her forehead. There were small dots on blood where the stitches presumably were.

"How long have you been here for?" Clara asked.

"About the day," Dave replied. Clara made an incredulous face. "Clara, you just got married yesterday. I figured you'd be busy today. Linda and I held down the fort here and I rang you when things calmed down. Gran was with the doctors all day anyway, getting stitched up and getting scans. There was nothing for you to do here."

"If you and Linda would like to go home, Danny and I can stay," Clara said.

"No, that's alright," Dave said.

"Have you eaten?" Danny piped in. "We could get food for you."

"Come on, Dave, it'd be good to get out of this room," Linda said supportively, putting a hand on her husband's back.

Dave looked at her. "That's not a bad idea." He turned up to Clara and Danny. "We'll be back in an hour, two tops, yeah?"

"Take your time," Clara said. "I'll let you know if anything changes.

"A nurse is set to come in every two hours to wake her up," Dave added. "If she needs anything-."

"Dad," Clara cut him off. "We've got it. Go get some air."

Dave gave Clara a quick hug, shook Danny's hand, then left with Linda. Clara and Danny occupied their now-vacated seats.

"How about you?" Danny asked. "We haven't eaten anything. Do you need anything?"

"I'm fine," Clara said.

"Clara…"

"I am," she assured him. "It's just been a long day."

-DW-

A short while later, a nurse came in to wake up Gran.

"Hello," the nurse said to Clara and Danny as he walked in.

"Hi," Clara said. "I'm her granddaughter, Clara. This is my husband, Danny." She couldn't help but grin to herself when she said "husband."

"Oh, congratulations!" the nurse said warmly. "Mrs. Oswald mentioned that she was at her granddaughter's wedding yesterday."

"Thank you," Clara replied. She watched the nurse observe and take note of Gran's vital signs. "How is she doing?"

"She's doing well," the nurse replied. "I imagine she gave you all a bit of a fright, with the fall, but she'll recover. We're just keeping her here for observation, given the severity of her concussion and her condition."

Clara exchanged a look with Danny. "What condition?"

The nurse made a face, realizing he'd revealed something he shouldn't have. "I'm not at liberty to say. But rest assured that she'll be alright." He wrote his final note in Gran's chart then began to gently try to wake her.

Gran woke up and looked around the room, settling on Clara.

"Oh, hello, Clara! What are you doing here?"

Clara smiled at her immediately. "What, you don't fancy a visit from us?" she joked. "Dad and Linda went to get food, but Danny and I are here."

"Why?" Gran asked. "You just got married yesterday, you should be home working on some great-grandchildren!"

Clara blushed as the nurse smirked and Danny avoided eye contact with Gran. "Gran!" Clara exclaimed.

"I'm fine, dear," Gran said, yawning slightly. "You should go home."

"I'm not going anywhere," Clara said, reaching for Gran's hand. "How are you feeling?"

"Like I got hit in the head," Gran said. Clara didn't laugh. "Don't worry about me, love. I'll be out of here in the morning. I'm fine."

Clara's jaw clenched, she was holding something back. Still, she smiled at her grandmother. "Get some sleep, okay? We'll be here when you wake up."

"Before that, let's just do some quick cognition tests," the nurse said. He stood at her bedside and began to administer the tests.

-DW-

Clara woke up to her father shaking her shoulder.

"Clara, love," he said. "Wake up."

"What?" she asked, a little dazed as she sat up. For a second there, she'd forgotten where she was. "What time is it?"

"It's almost six in the morning," Dave said. "Sorry, Linda and I fell slept at the hotel for longer than we anticipated."

"It's fine," Clara said, reaching over the wake Danny. "Danny, wake u-. Oh, you're up."

"Yes I am," he replied. He had a newspaper.

"Why didn't you wake me?"

"You needed to sleep," Danny said, earning a subtly stern look from Clara. "I was up, the nurse came in every two hours and woke Gran and did the test, then Gran would go back to sleep. Everything's fine."

"Where'd you get the newspaper?"

"A few hours ago Gran couldn't go back to sleep, so I ran out and bought her the paper. She finished it so I was giving it a read."

"Well, thank you for keeping an eye on her," Dave said. "We can take it from here, though. She should be released in a few hours, then we'll just head home."

"Okay," Clara agreed, standing. A nurse walked in, a different one than Clara had last seen, and went through the usual routine.

"Hello everybody," the nurse said, seeing the full room.

"Let's give them a little space," Clara said. "Dad, can we talk outside?"

"Yeah, of course," Dave agreed. He followed her out into the hallway.

"Listen, Clara, thank you for coming, we totally would've understood if you didn't come," Dave said.

"Dad, of course we came," Clara said.

"The doctor said she'd recover fully, so that's good," Dave said.

Clara clenched her jaw and averted his gaze.

"Clara, she's going to be fine," Dave said.

"Dad, what condition does she have?" Clara asked. "The nurse mentioned how she was doing well considering her condition. What was he talking about?"

Dave sighed and ran a hand through his short hair.

"Dad."

"She went in for a checkup and they found something," Dave said. "They were worried that the concussion would negatively affect some of the medication she was on. Clara she has cancer."

Clara gasped, she couldn't help it. "What?"

"In her pancreas, like my Gran did," Dave said.

Clara shifted her weight on her feet, trying to understand. "When did they find it?"

"A few months ago."

"A few months ago?!"

"It took a while to confirm it and to start treatment," Dave said.

"What are they doing to treat it?" Clara asked.

"That's the thing, love," Dave began. "This isn't really the sort of thing that you can fix. You can treat it and prolong it, but you can't make it go away."

Clara looked at her father through tear-filled eyes. "How long does she have?"

"They think a few months," Dave replied.

Clara couldn't help it, she felt tears fall onto her cheeks.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you, love," Dave said, pulling Clara into her arms.

"I understand," she said into his shoulder.

The nurse left the room and walked past Clara and her father. Clara noticed the nurse and backed out of the hug. She wiped her eyes.

"Pardon the interruption," the nurse said to the pair. "We need the room and your mother is in stable condition, Mr. Oswald, so we're going to discharge her within the hour."

Dave nodded. "Thank you."

The nurse nodded in reply and walked off.

"You should get home," Dave said.

Clara nodded. "Yeah. I want to talk to her first, though."

-DW-

"So, where are you and Danny going on your honeymoon?" Gran asked.

Clara was sat at her Gran's bedside, with her Gran's hand in her own. She gave it a squeeze. "Don't worry about that, Gran."

"You have to take a honeymoon," Gran said. "Spend some quality time with your new husband."

"And get you some great-grandchildren?" Clara asked with a slight laugh.

"If you'd like…" Gran said. "But definitely take a honeymoon. Enjoy yourself. Life is short, Clara."

That did it. Clara could feel tears spring into her eyes.

Gran took a breath. "So you know?"

Clara nodded, lip quivering.

"I didn't want you to worry about me, love. You've got so much ahead of you. I've lived my life, love. I don't have that much more ahead of me and that's alright."

"It's not alright," Clara said, ignoring the slight immaturity tinging her voice.

Gran laughed. "It is. This happens, Clara. I've had so many years with you and your father, your aunts and uncles and cousins. I had a lot of years with your grandfather and your mother. It will be alright."

Clara shook her head. "I don't want this to happen. There's nothing that can be done?"

"No, dear," Gran said. "All we can do is accept it and be ready for it."

"Have you done that?"

Gran nodded. "I've had some time now and I'm ready. I didn't think I'd make it this far, to be honest with you. I've been so lucky to have all these years with the people I love."

"I love you, Gran."

"I love you, too, Clara," Gran said through a warm grin. "I don't think we'll be back in London though. This was my last holiday down here."

"I'm glad you made it down," Clara said.

"I am, too," Gran replied. "I'm so glad that I got to see you get married, Clara. I'm so happy for you. You're going to have a great life with Danny."

"I already have a great life," Clara said, meaning it. "I've had so many great things because of you. Thank you, Gran."

Before Gran could respond, there was a knock at the door.

"Here are the discharge papers," the nurse said, walking in.

"Thank you," Gran said warmly, then turned her attention back to Clara. "It's going to be alright, I promise, love. You're going to be alright. Now, go home, you've been here long enough."

Clara smiled as she stood up and leaned in to hug her Gran. "We'll come up to Blackpool, okay? We'll visit more."

"Okay," Gran replied.

"Alright," Clara said, standing up straight and wiping her eyes. "Bye, Gran."

"Bye, Clara."

Clara left the room. She hugged her dad and Linda goodbye, then left with Danny.

"You alright?" Danny asked. "I spoke to your dad, he told me about Gran."

"Yeah," Clara replied as they walked through the hospital. "It was a bit of a shock to hear but after talking with Gran, it's easier to handle. She's dealing with it, so I should be able to deal with it."

"Well, I'm here, love, so if you need me…"

"I know," Clara said, leaning her head on his shoulder. "Thank you."

"I'm so ready to go home," Danny said.

"Me too," Clara replied. "We need to make one stop, though."

-DW-

"Is three minutes up yet?" Clara asked as she paced across the living room.

Danny, sitting on the couch, looked at his watch. "Almost."

Clara groaned. "I don't even know what day it is anymore, the past twenty four hours have been so unreal."

"I think it's Monday," Danny said. "Meaning, we have work in about two hours."

Clara groaned again. "I don't care if I'm pregnant, I'm going to need coffee to get through to today."

Danny laughed. "Why don't you call out?"

"I can't, my grade elevens are starting a big project today and I have to explain the instructions," Clara said.

"Well, I have an easy day today so I could call out," Danny joked, earning a cross look from Clara. "Though I suppose it would look peculiar if only one of us came to work on our first day back after our secret wedding."

Clara groaned again. "I forgot all about that!"

"Wow, you know how to make a newlywed groom feel special," Danny quipped.

"I mean, I forgot that no one knows," Clara amended. "It feels so long ago, like we've been married forever."

"Well that's kind of the point, isn't it, to be married forever?" Danny smirked. "So, listen," he continued. "I know it's been a rough day, but no matter what happens in the next fifteen seconds, I love you."

Clara stopped pacing and squared up to him. "I love you, too," she said. "Husband." She grinned.

Danny looked at his watch. "You ready?"

Clara nodded, took a deep breath, and headed into the bathroom. She emerged seconds later with a rather neutral expression.

Danny stood and looked at her expectantly, and she shrugged gave an exaggerated shrug in reply.

"I'm not pregnant," she said.

Danny sighed with – if he was being honest – relief. "Okay," he said. "How are we feeling about this?"

Clara nodded while she thought about it. "Good," she said finally, like it was the best option out of all the ones she mulled over. "A bit relieved. A bit sad. But, generally, okay. How about you?"

"About the same," Danny said.

By this point, Clara had crossed the room back to Danny and was entering his open arms. It was good to be in his arms after such a day.

"I think we're ready," Clara said. "But I don't think now is a good time. I think that's why I'm relieved, because the timing isn't good. We just got married, and everything with my Gran..."

"I agree," Danny said.

"But we've had all night to think about it, basically," Clara said. She snuggled closer into him. "I could picture it, you know? I could see into our future, a few months from now. A year from now. It could have been really good."

"We'll have that one day," Danny said. "But now isn't the right time. What about two years?"

Clara looked up at him. "Two years?"

Danny nodded with conviction. "Two years. We give ourselves two years to be married as just us and figure out what that entails and to enjoy that, and then we can add a baby into the mix."

"In two years."

Danny nodded again.

"That's a long time," Clara continued.

"Or a short time," Danny countered. "Depending on who you ask."

"Alright," Clara said. "Two years."

Danny kissed her. "And now, coffee."

"Oh, yes, please," Clara said, grinning. She followed Danny into the kitchen, but stopped when she heard a familiar sound.

Danny heard, too, and carried on into the kitchen, chuckling and shaking his head.

"Pink family!" the Doctor said as he walked out of the TARDIS and into the Pinks' living room.

"Hello, Doctor," Clara said.

The Doctor reached into his pocket. "I found this," the Doctor said, handing Clara a stack of pictures. "I know I'm a time traveler, but really, who takes actual pictures anymore?"

"It's for sentimental value," Clara said, taking the stack. "They're a great way to remember the honeymoon."

"Actually remembering the honeymoon is a great way to remember your honeymoon," the Doctor replied.

"Just because you dislike souvenirs, doesn't mean we all have to."

Danny entered the room with three mugs in his hand.

"That was fast," Clara said.

"The miracle that is instant coffee," Danny replied. He handed a mug to Clara, kept one for herself, and handed one to the Doctor.

Clara took a sip from her mug and made a face. "Doctor, I think I have yours," she said. "Bitter and without any sweetness, perfect for you."

"That's one way to thank me for your pictures," Danny said.

"Thank you," Clara said sincerely.

"I think those were all of them," the Doctor said. "Which, if you think about it, is a remarkably small stack for such a long holiday. Were there only some parts you want to remember?"

"How long was it, exactly?" Clara asked. "You're sure it was fifteen days in Rome and twenty at the other place?"

The Doctor nodded. "Yes," he said. "Well, no. Fifteen days by your standards in Rome, and then twenty by that planet's standards, which was only about ten by Earth standards."

"So, only about twenty-five days by Earth standards?" Danny asked.

The Doctor nodded. "There are those maths skills!"

"That explains a lot," Clara said to Danny.

The Doctor still heard it, though. "What are you keeping track for?"

"No reason," Clara said quickly.

"Alright," the Doctor said. "Anyway, while I'm here, do you fancy an adventure?"

"Actually, we really fancy a nap," Clara said.

The Doctor made a face. "No, I have rules about couples on my TARDIS-."

"Doctor!" Clara said. "No. We've been up all night, since we got home."

"Please," Danny said. "We have work in two hours. We just need some sleep."

The Doctor looked from Clara to Danny then back to Danny. He sighed. "Fine."

Danny and Clara grinned and high fived. "Thank you!" Clara said.

The Doctor led them back into the TARDIS. Clara and Danny again thanked him and went to their room.

"I added bunk beds," the Doctor called down the hallway to them. "I hope you like them!"

That's it. Chapter three, y'all. Hope you like it! Leave a review and let me know what you think!