Aaaaaaand nao the moment you've all been waiting for: the NAMES!
I slaved over this chapter to finish it in a day, so remember to REVIEW...please...?
Thanks to JENNYRATED ANOMALY and JULIA AURELIA for their guesses! They were both correct in that I would never ever give the kids new series companion names.
Look, I'm just a teen, so I know basically nothing about childbirth. Forgive me if I tell it poorly.
"Deep breaths, Donna, deep breaths—"
"Stuff it, time boy!" Donna's nails were buried an inch in the Doctor's arm, a fact of which he was acutely aware. They approached the hospital desk, and the receptionist looked up before calling for a wheelchair.
"Are you the father, sir?" she asked as Donna set herself down in the wheelchair.
"Yes—no—yes—that is to say—"
"Yes, he's the bleeding father," Donna growled. "I'm having a couple of friggin' babies here!" She turned to look at the Doctor, gritting her teeth. "I never should've watched Alien," she added through gritted teeth.
"That—that's completely unfair," the Doctor replied, indignant. "Time Lords don't implant their eggs in hosts! And I'm certainly not an alien queen!"
Donna shot him a dry look that said, Are you sure?
"Could you—retract your claws for a moment?" he asked. She released his arm, then grabbed on again, all the tighter. "Right…that was a good, long moment."
The world seemed to fast-forward; they were in the operating room, Donna was pushing and cursing at the Doctor while the Doctor rubbed his hand over her arm reassuringly.
"Go on, you're doing great, come on," he said as she squeezed his arm.
The other doctor smiled. "I see a head."
"A head! Donna, think about that, not long now!" Donna grunted in reply, though the Doctor was beside himself.
As they heard a cry fill the room, the doctor handed a small bundle to the Doctor, who looked at it with stars in his eyes.
"The boy," the doctor said, smiling as Donna continued to push.
"Donna, look! Look at the little guy! Baby Adric!"
A smile broke over Donna's face as she reached out to the baby. Her fingers brushed his cheek and she sighed, before her face contorted and she continued pushing.
The Doctor looked at the child in his arms—a tiny little thing, a miracle. His eyes were closed tightly, but he was still the cutest child he could remember. He couldn't think of a single word to say; suddenly, he didn't need to say anything.
"Ah! It's darling!"
The Doctor looked up, and the child was pulled into the arms of Sylvia Noble. Wilf was behind her, patting Donna on the arm when he reached her.
"We came the moment we got your text," Sylvia said, rocking the child back and forth. He was quiet, his little hands curled into fists over the soft blue blanket wrapped about him. "Is this the boy, or the girl?"
"I see another head," the doctor said, and the Doctor let Donna's nails into his arm once more as she gave the final push—
"Congratulations, you've got two beautiful children," the doctor said, lifting up a tiny girl in a pink blanket. The Doctor took her and handed her to Donna, who held the child close, smiling.
"Oh, baby Susan," she breathed, looking down on the little girl. She was squirming and whimpering, but Donna just smiled. "She's—so precious," she whispered, pulling the baby close. Sylvia allowed the Doctor to take Adric again; he held the child close, planting a kiss on his forehead. He felt a new world enter his, a massive world that he had so long ago forgotten…and he knew this time, he wouldn't let it end. He was a father again—sort of—and he liked it already.