Rating: T

Word Count: 1,556

Summary: Clara's perfect life had been torn apart in a matter of seconds. The Doctor couldn't leave Clara alone in her state, but will she let him help her pick up the pieces?

Notes: Hi, I'm horrible, I know, but here's the next chapter.

Seven months pregnant, and Clara was moving into a new house. She was crazy. Shortly after the two of them had learned that Ellie was indeed female, the Doctor surprised her by telling her that she was moving into a house he owned.

It was a cute little house, two stories, white with a red door, small front lawn and room in the back for Ellie to play. It was sweet of him to do for her, especially after what happened with the kiss.

After Clara's appointment that day, she waddled out to the TARDIS to find the Doctor sulking.

"Hey."

He jumped, a little bit startled by her sudden presence, but faced her all the same with a pained look on his face. "I should not have done that."

She shook her head. "No, you probably shouldn't have, but I'm glad you did."

The Doctor looked at her with a furrowed brow. "What?"

"I thought hard about what I would say to you, but I'm glad you kissed me. You spend so much time worrying about me, I wondered when you were gonna do something for you. Thank you, Doctor."

He looked at her flabbergasted. He really couldn't say much other than, "Thank you."

Clara sighed and stared at her belly, rubbing light circles into it. "But Doctor, I'm sorry, I can't do this, I just can't… it's too soon." She told him quickly, tears forming in her eyes.

"Of course." He told her softly. The Doctor moved towards the teary-eyed woman before him and rubbed her soft arm. "Hey, we don't have to change a thing. It'll be just like it was before, okay? Just… forget it ever happened."

Clara nodded, but as the weeks went on, she knew forgetting wasn't easily done. She knew that he was a completely different species of man (literally), but it didn't stop her from wondering if he did what some men she knew would do in this situation. She wondered if each little thing he did for her was another way of winning her over. Of course, she felt guilty after thinking it, this was the Doctor, he did things out of the goodness of his hearts because he cared about her, but the thought did still pop up every once and a while.

"Alright Miss Oswald, that's the last of your furniture. Ready to see your new home?" The Doctor asked her excitedly.

Clara nodded and took his hand as he opened the front door and led her in. The house was magnificent, exactly what she had always wanted. He showed her each little detail of the house enthusiastically until he came to a closed door across the hall from her bedroom.

"This one was special… very special to me." He told her as he swung the door open. Clara stepped inside and looked around. Her heart pounded and stomach fluttered, she welled up with tears and covered her open mouth with her hand.

The room was pink with white furniture placed beautifully around the edges. There was a crib already lined with blankets, a change table and dresser, all stocked up with the clothes and supplies they had bought for little Ellie. The open toy chest was filled with loads of fluffy looking plush stuffed animals, and the ornate rocking chair was prepped with a lovely blanket.

Clara couldn't stop turning around, gauging his reactions as she took a look at all the pictures. One frame held two pictures: Clara's mum showing off her swollen belly and then another of her holding little Clara in her arms. The frame underneath showed Clara in a similar position, showing off her swollen belly, but the spot next to it was blank. "That's for when Ellie is born." He told her nervously. "I, um, I hope you like it."

She turned around to face him, misty eyed with a huge smile on her face and hugged him as close as she could with her massive belly. "I love it, this is perfect for her Doctor! Thank you." She told him.

"Wonderful! I'm glad you like it."

Clara took a look at the time on the clock behind the Doctor and gasped. "Oh no! We're going to be late! Hold on I just need to get my purse."

The Doctor winced and nodded. "I'll just go get the TARDIS then." Since she found out she was pregnant, Clara wanted to participate in prenatal classes. The Doctor thought it sounded fun, so he encouraged her to sign up for the couple's class… he wanted to be part of it all, but now he was regretting that decision. Prenatal classes were not cool.

His diaper changing abilities were not as advanced as he thought they would be. Labour looked scary. He was worried about seeing Clara in so much pain again, but he signed up for it. The Doctor told Clara he'd be there the entire time, and he would be.

"Okay, come on let's go!" Clara called to him.

They arrived moments later and followed the other parents-to-be into the room.

"Hello mums and dads! Set your mats out on the floor and we can get started." Clara laid out her yoga mat on top of the cushion and sat down, pulling the Doctor next to her. "Alright! Why don't we start with some massages? Dads, go ahead and start on the shoulders, and I'll walk the mums through some breathing techniques.

The Doctor moved behind Clara and started massaging her shoulders. She turned her head and smiled, whispering "thank you" before continuing with the breathing techniques the instructor walked them through.

"Very good! Okay, why don't we bring out the exercise balls?" The Doctor grabbed the large ball from the corner of the room and rolled it over to Clara. He helped her get her balance atop the ball and she bounced with a smile. "Okay mums, try moving your hips around on the ball. You're going to want to stay upright; it will help with the pain from the contractions. Moving your hips around will encourage the baby to move past the pelvis and will make the birth less painful. We'll try a few different positions today, so try them all and find something that will make you comfortable. Dads, don't forget to rub their backs and hold their hands, they'll need a lot of love from you."

Clara snickered and the Doctor tried to hide his laughter. The two of them never got very close with the instructor; she didn't even know he wasn't the father of her baby. He rubbed her back as she made kissy faces at him, smiling as she moved atop the ball. Ellie kicked and Clara smiled at the Doctor. "She must really like this one."

The instructor guided the couples through a few more positions before she announced it was time to start doing some pushing. The Doctor hated this part. He helped Clara into a multitude of strange positions, allowing her to feel out what she felt most comfortable doing. He found himself kneeling between her open legs not knowing what to do.

"Um… Clara… where am I supposed to look?"

She giggled and took his hand. "Just look at me, okay?" He paid no attention to her open legs and looked into the eyes of the woman he loved. She was so strong, and it was a privilege for him to share this with her.

Soon enough, the session was over and the pair was headed back to their new home. The weeks that followed were filled with a lot of relaxation. Clara's students had a little party for her before she left on maternity leave, the Doctor surprised her and showed up to help them say goodbye. She waddled home, arms full of cute gifts for herself and Ellie with tears in her eyes. She loved her job, and she wished she didn't have to leave, but of course, she was having a baby soon!

As Clara's due date approached, she became more and more nervous. The Doctor followed her everywhere trying to help her do everything, making sure she was okay. She couldn't even go out to the grocery store for milk without him following her.

She was past her due date, and now she was sick of being pregnant. She just wanted Ellie out, she wanted to meet her daughter, and she was ready for her to be out. She waddled her way out of bed and into the bathroom. Ellie had been pressing down on her bladder, and she felt like she needed to go all the time. It was quite annoying.

Clara and the Doctor had been spending the day watching movies on the couch when she felt a sharp pain in the bottom of her belly. She flinched, and the Doctor noticed right away. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah, I think she just kicked too hard." Clara settled back into the cushion, only to feel the pain again.

"Clara I think something's wrong."

"No, no I'm fine. I'm just gonna go to the bathroom." The Doctor helped her up and she disappeared into the small powder room across the hall. When she returned, her face was white as a sheet.

"What's wrong?"

"Doctor we have to go to the hospital… my water just broke."