She blushed. Even after all this time, he still managed to make her blush. "I don't have to but I want to. I miss my old clothes." She was still touching his beard and tugging at it lightly.

"Now you'll officially join the DILF's ranks."

John kissed along Clara's jawline, his voice low, "Of course I'm a dad you'd like to fuck..." He laughed, shaking his head as his kisses reached her neck.

She chuckled at that and bit her lip as he kissed her neck. "Of course. Daddy or not, you know I'd want to fuck you." She whispered softly.

He snorted, "You always call me Daddy, I'm always daddy..." He grinned and kissed along Clara's jawline until he found her lips. "Tell me when you aren't so sore and exhausted and you can have me whenever you want."

Clara smirked against his lips. "Give me five days and I'll be ready to jump your bones, daddy." While she had been pregnant, her bump wasn't so big but it was big enough for her height. Now she looked a bit fat, not much but she noticed it. She wondered if John would like her like that even though her body was not the same. He hadn't seen her naked yet. She chewed her lip and stood to take off her show and bra and laid down in bed.

"I guess I want to sleep for three days."

John nodded, understanding immediately, "You can have much rest as you want, my Clara..." He whispered, gently turning his girlfriend onto her back as he kissed up her bare back and stopped at her shoulder, "You're so beautiful, pregnant or not.." He told her, turning her onto her back. His blue eyes took in the top half of Clara's body, a small smirk on his lips. John leaned down and trailed kisses from Clara's neck to her hipbone.

"You look gorgeous, I'm having a hard time keeping myself away from you..."

"You are just saying that because I just had your baby." Either way, she blushed. She knew he meant that because he rarely lied, but something at the back of her head told her that she was now somewhat inadequate for him. Even when she was pregnant and saw how big she was getting, she felt that.

John shook his head and stared up at Clara from his place at her hipbone, kissing along her waistline, "Bullshit, Clara. I've loved your body since the day we met and you could give birth to ten of my children and you would still be perfect to me. When I'm in my eighties and you're still young, I'll still love your body as you get your first few wrinkles and your grey hair..."

She was flattered to say the least and she raised her hands up to cover her face as she blushed, then removed them. "You better make it to one hundred..." She stuck her tongue out at him.

"I think I'll be in my fifties? Hardly getting my first wrinkle, sweetheart."

John snorted, "Doubt I'll teach a hundred," he smiled down at Clara and leaned down to kiss her, speaking in between kisses, "You'll look gorgeous whatever age you are, you'll be a GILF."

She had known since she had gotten into a relationship with him that she wouldn't grow old with him. Not that that mattered much, what mattered more were the happy memories they've built so far but still, it bummed her quite a bit and she tried not to show it. "A GILF? Now, what is that, hmm?'

He laid down next to Clara and turned to face her, a smirk on his lips, "A GILF is a grandma I'd like to fuck," he paused and then raised his eyebrow, "I've just thought, we'll be like Celine Deon and her husband. I think they have more years between them than we do."

She slapped his shoulder playfully. "Shut up, you big oaf. It's too soon to start thinking about grandchildren!" She chuckled a little and considered his comment. "I think it's a bit more Catherine Zeta Jones and Michael Douglas but they have a 25 year age gap...Maybe we are more Richard Gere and Alejandra Silva."

John raised his eyebrow and moved closer to talk to Clara quietly, frightened he was going to wake Damian or even Alan, "There's something... Exciting about us being years apart from each other- I know that sounds weird but I can't explain it."

She chuckled softly and whispered to him. "I think I know what you mean...the age gap is hot." She admitted. "But do try to explain it." She challenged him. She'd like to see him fumble around for words because it was entertaining to watch.

He laughed and glared playfully at Clara but still went along with it, "It's... It's hot for one, yes. I suppose it's more of a fetish, right? A turn on. That's probably what you think of it as... I-uh, from my point of view it makes me feel young again and incredibly lucky to have such a young and beautiful woman with me..."

She smirked at him. "Oh, young again, huh? That would explain why you can't just keep your hands off of me..." She touched his shoulder and looked down at his trousers then back at him.

"It is my pleasure to make you feel young again...it is a fetish for me, sure, but I love you just as you are. If you were younger I'd still be with you...but I prefer you like this."

John nodded and leaned in to Clara, kissing her a few times, "I love you too, no matter how old you are," he winked at her and then removed his hands, "Fine, no more excessive touching."

"Come on." She took his hand and placed it on her hip. "I never said I didn't like it. That was merely an observation and I actually love it." She had been enjoying their talk and she had almost forgotten that she wanted to sleep until a yawn escaped her lips.

"Dammit."

He took her hand and kissed the palm of it, a smile on his lips, "Sleep, Miss Oswald. You've had a damn long day," he muttered and pulled Clara onto his chest, his hand at the back of her head as he ran his fingers through her hair.

Clara slept peacefully on John's chest and loved how she could finally sleep without having to change positions because of her belly. She was drooling a bit on John's chest when she heard Damian cry. She sat up and cleaned her face with the sleeve of her shirt.

"Sorry, I drooled all over you. Could you please bring Damian? I think he's hungry." She could fetch him herself but she wanted to see John holding their baby and well, being a father. She loved how he looked while holding a baby.

John very quickly sat up as soon as he heard their baby crying and jumped out of bed as soon as Clara told him to, not caring if Clara had drooled all over him. He came back into their bedroom, a crying Damian in his arms as he gently rocked him, "You hungry, little man?"

Clara couldn't help the grin that spread across her face as she saw her two men in her room. John looked so perfect holding Damian that she couldn't help but reach over to her phone. "Stay like that, I want a picture." She took the pic and smiled down at her phone and then at them.

"You guys look so damn adorable." Damian had calmed down as John rocked him gently and was now just looking at John.

John stared down at Damian, a sweet and gentle smile on his lips as Damian gurgled and his fist reached for his father's finger. John let him catch it and shared a look with Clara, his heart melting. "Quick, come over here and take another one."

She stood quickly and went to take a closer picture of John looking at his son with a smile on his face as Damian held onto his finger. She wrapped an arm around John's waist and leaned her head on his shoulder. "See? You are already being a great father."

John turned his head just slightly and kissed the side of Clara's head, "And you're already a great mother, Clara Smith..." His eyes widened and he blinked, what did he just say? Why the fuck did he say that?

John swallowed and corrected himself, "Oswald. Clara Oswald."

She chuckled and shrugged it off. "It's alright, John, no need to panic." She kissed his shoulder and adjusted Damian's socks. She found it cute that he had called her that. It showed that he wanted to marry her at some point.

"However, if we get married, I think I'd like to keep my last name." She looked up at him, trying to gauge his reaction.

He frowned down at Clara, his voice stuck in his throat at first, "W-what?" He squeaked and then cleared his throat, his heart racing. "Why not? I thought you hated your last name."

"Well, yes, but it's one of the few links I've got with my dad. His last name absolutely died with me. Guess I feel kinda guilty about that." She admitted shyly as she looked down at Damian. He would be able to carry forward John's last name, though.

"But if it means that much to you, then I'll take your last name. Sounds pretty elegant."

John thought for a moment and chewed his bottom lip, "Why don't we double barrel all of our names? Even this little guy," he muttered, kissing the top of Damian's head. He never realised how small babies truly were, he gently placed Damian into Clara's arms, telling her he might be hungry.

She took Damian softly and sat down in bed to feed Damian. "Double barrel? What do you mean?" She asked as she raised her eyebrow at him. Damian indeed seemed to be hungry even as he sucked on her nipple, his eyes were open.

She smiled down at him. "He's such an attentive little dude. You got that from daddy, Damian."

John nodded and sat on the edge of the bed, watching his girlfriend and baby son, "Yeah, double barrelled. My name would be John Oswald-Smith, yours would be Clara Oswald-Smith and Damian would be Damian Alec Oswald-Smith…"

He shrugged and waited for her reaction and smiled softly at Clara's comment. "You've got your mother's eyes, little man. Big, brown and they inflate."

She laughed and stuck her tongue at him. "Shut up! Well, he had to have something in him that looked like me. I bet that if you can find a picture of you as a baby, it would look like Damian." She smiled down at her little boy once he didn't want any more milk and she put him on her shoulder as she caressed his back.

"Oswald-Smith is too long. Let's just stick to Smith, yeah?"

John nodded, not really looking at Clara as all his undivided attention was on his little boy, he made sure the hat on Damian's head was keeping his ears warm and smiled softly, "Damian Alec Smith and Clara Smith... I kinda like it."

"Bet you do."

Since she had given birth to Damian around 4:00pm and had been released at 6:00pm, then the nap she had taken had been a little bit too long, it was now almost ten pm. Damian was still awake after he ate so Clara told John to sit beside her so he could take Damian while she showered. She showered and it took her a rather long time. Once she came out, she found John playing a little with Damian who was laying down in bed while Alan watched.

John leaned right over Damian and grinned, laughing down at him. He tickled his son and watched as Damian gurgled and giggled, his tiny hands reaching for his father, "Clara, he's smiling!" He yelled, trying to get his girlfriend's attention as Alan started to bark.

Clara hurried, putting on one of her old pyjamas and rushed for the bed, cradling Alan against her chest in case he got jealous. She smiled down at her son who was smiling up at John, who had a shit-eating grin, his eyes crinkling at the corners. She touched Damian's stomach lightly and he only just looked at her but his attention seemed to be focused on his father. "I carried him for nine months and its starting to look like he already has a favourite parent." She laughed and let the dog lay down at the end of the bed as she bent over Damian and kissed his chubby cheeks.

John waited until Clara had kissed Damian's cheek and carefully lifted his son onto his shoulder, patting his back as Damian burped, "Of course he has a favourite," he smirked and sent a wink to Clara, listening carefully in case Damian started to choke whilst he burped.

She smacked her forehead with her hand, her eyes wide. "Of fucking course. Oh my god I forgot to do that!" She said referring to what John was doing now with Damian.

"Oh, stupid, stupid." She said with her eyes closed. What if she hadn't done that and Damian choked with vomit and died? She wouldn't even think about that, she'd feel so guilty.

John frowned at Clara, "It's okay, darling. You're tired, get some sleep," he smiled calmly at Clara, continuing to pat Damian's back as he gurgled and coughed, his tiny hand grabbing John's shirt.

"But we should bathe Damian, John. After that's done, I will certainly go to bed." She picked up her phone from her nightstand and scrolled through the contacts.

"We have to let dad, your sister and a couple of friends know that Damian is home now. Maybe have them all over tomorrow or some other day? Also, I want to make it public myself instead of having the media all over us like pigeons on a chip."

John nodded and gently placed Damian back down on their bed, tickling his tummy, "Yeah yeah, of course. But maybe they could visit a few months from now and we can post on Instagram and Twitter about Damian around that time? I just think he's a bit young for everyone to know he has been born. I just want us to spend time with him by ourselves..."

She smirked at him. "Sounds good. I have to take as many pictures of him as I can or else your sister and my dad won't forgive us. Hell, I think your sister will murder us."