Baby Talk

His question caught her off-guard and she pulled back from him. The dog ran to her lap and she played gently with its little paws as she thought of her answer. "I never saw myself as a mother, to be honest. Never thought about it. I'm not averse against the idea of being a mom, though. What about you? Don't tell me you want to be a daddy." She teased and winked at him.

He frowned and took a deep breath, "I've-I've kinda always wanted to be a father, my first marriage didn't work out because River didn't want any children..."

He chewed his lip and saw the smirk on Clara's face, he laughed and muttered into her ear. "Oh, you're referring to the fact you call me daddy."

Clara shrugged and shoved him gently away, a smile on her face. "Down boy." She did like the idea of having his children. They would be as beautiful as him. Not to be cocky, but she knew that both of their genes combined would create beautiful children.

"Well, I would like to have your children. We do have to think about it thoroughly, of course." She bit her lip and glanced up at him.

John laughed, "Funnily enough, my Clara, I don't think I have very long left to be having children. I'm coming up fifty eight, you've just turned twenty eight. We've got to start thinking about some kind of future..." He paused and froze, realising what he had just said.

He turned to look at her, "That's not what I meant. I mean... I'm a much older man so I'm ready for marriage and children and I would like to see them grow up. But if you're not ready then I'm happy to be the man you stay with until you get sick of me..."

She looked at him seriously and until she was certain he was looking at her again, she rolled her eyes. "I'll have you know that I don't think I will ever tire of you." She picked up Alan and put him on his lap.

"And neither will Alan. I think...well..." She gulped. "We can try to have one in the next few months. I was more thinking about the cribs and such. There are some pretty ugly cribs out there." She laid her head on his shoulder and rubbed Alan's belly as he laid on John's lap. "What would the theme of its room be if it's a boy or a girl?" She asked softly.

"We'd also have to think about names..."

John kissed the top of Clara's head, taking in the scent of her hair as he closed his eyes, "I hope you stay with me, you still found your way back to me even after six years. That's true, there are ugly cribs out there..." He laughed, his eyes creasing.

He stroked the top of Alan's head, "We could go for a unisex room? You know, like a neutral bedroom. For a girl I was thinking of Kira and for a boy either James or Alfie…"

"YOU found your way back to me, mister. I was already working there." She heard his name suggestions and she cringed and looked at him as if he was mad.

"That's it. You are not naming our children. James is an alright name but Alfie and Kira?" She raised an eyebrow at him, hoping that he was joking.

John pulled back and stared at Clara, blinking slowly, "But-" he paused and glared at her, playfully pushing her head off of his chest, "Fine, no cuddles for you. I thought Alfie and Kira were quite cute but whatever..."

She threw her arms around him, pinning his arm between their bodies. "Those are alright names for pets... What about...Alec or Damian? Those are names with character and I am a hundred percent certain that if it's a boy, he'll have your attack eyebrows." She kissed his shoulder softly.

John grinned and put his most sarcastic tone in his voice, "You can so keep me down," he laughed and leaned up to kiss her, speaking in between kisses, "How about Damian Alec Smith, that has a nice ring to it..."

"Hmm." She moved away from his mouth and chewed her lip. "Damian Alec Smith...I do like that." She smiled at him and took the dog from his lap, then lay down with the dog on her chest.

"You are going to be such a good daddy...which reminds me, it'll be awkward if I keep calling you daddy."

He raised his eyebrow at Clara and turned to her, laying on his side, "I thought you liked calling me that?" He questioned her, his blue eyes searching hers.

"I do. But having a kid and then having him or her calling you 'daddy'..." She frowned a little and looked at him. "I think I'll cross that bridge when I get to it...daddy."

John raised his eyebrow and shuffled closer to Clara, his face in her neck, "Whatever you want, Clara..." He muttered, his lips touching her neck, eyes closed.

"Whatever I want, eh?" She asked as she softly touched Alan's ears. The dog was lying on her chest, eyes closed but not yet asleep. "Take a nap. You've been out all day, love."

He snorted, "Me or the puppy?" He questioned Clara, lifting his head to look at his girlfriend, a lazy smirk on his face as his blue eyes sparkled in a certain mischievous way.

"I'm talking to you." She chuckled and cuddled the puppy close to her chest. She sat up with the sleepy puppy and put him at the end of the bed then laid back and turned on her side to play with John's curls.

"You look tired, you should sleep." She traced his eyebrows with her thumb lovingly as she looked into his eyes.

John raised his eyebrow, "I'm sorry, I look tired? How would you feel if I said that to you?" He laughed and bopped Clara's nose, a childish smirk on his face.

"I would feel insulted." She giggled and just looked at him for a long time before talking again. "You look actually pretty good, tired and all. But you do need a nap, dear." She entwined her legs with his, a smirk on her face.

"We should both take naps, I think."

John's arm wrapped around Clara's waist, a smile on his pale lips. "That sounds like a good idea to me, Miss Oswald…" He muttered, his eyes closing every now and again.

She took off his glasses and leaned back to place them on the nightstand. She caressed his face as his eyes closed every now and then, a smile on her lips. She kissed him softly and cuddled close to him. "Shh...sleep."