{Authors Note: Thanks for reading and all the reviews! They're really helping me focus on writing. And sorry I haven't updated anything in a while. I've been really busy with school.}

1 Month Later

"DOCTOR?" The Doctor hit his head as he tried to sit up against the Tardis console. "Owwww." He rubbed his head gently. With a sigh, he stretched and jogged over to what was now their bedroom.

When he reached the doorway, he could see that Clara was staring at River, thinking. River sat on their bed.

He rapped on the door, and they glanced at him. "What's the matter, River?"

Groaning, she stood and gestured to her stomach. "They won't fit. At all." She lifted up her shirt to show her pants, which hadn't even made it past her hips. "Ah."

"Well, it's not that big of a problem. We can just go shopping?" As Clara finished her statement, her voice rose in giddy excitement at the idea of shopping. The Doctor and River spoke at the same time. "Okay." "No way."

River crossed her arms. "I can't go out in public if I have no fitting pants." He glanced at her, then Clara, and sighed. "I will never understand women. Clara, do you think you could help me find her something in her size?"

Clara smiled. "Only if you get me something."

The Doctor sighed and nodded. "Fine, fine, I'll get you something."

"Yeeees!" She pumped her fist enthusiastically and ran off into her own room to get her purse.

"Are you sure you don't want to come?" River raised her eyebrow and crossed her arms. "I'm sure."

With exasperation, he ran back to the main console and started up the Tardis, calling at Clara to hurry.

"Where does one go for pregnancy clothes?" Clara snorted at the Doctor's question.

"Just follow me." She walked quickly, and the Doctor followed, looking around. The mall didn't seem that big. It had a few department stores, but mostly little, overpriced shops that sold trinkets that would be rarely used or worn.

They entered a department store and entered the maternity section. Clara spun on her heels. "I'll be back in a few. I want to go find myself a new dress. Have fun!" She flounced away towards the woman's department, and the Doctor turned to the display of clothes with a sigh.

He scanned the racks, unsure. What size was River again? He picked up a shirt, then placed it back down. He needed Clara.

After a few minutes of confused scanning, Clara returned, holding a reddish dress. She wrinkled her nose at the fabric he was holding. "Really?"

"What? Is there something wrong with it?" He glanced down at the floral print shirt.

Clara snorted, shaking her head. "It's hideous. Here-just- stand over there. I'll find her something."

The Doctor moved to the side and watched Clara shift through the racks, look at the designs and the fabrics, trying to figure out what River would wear. She turned to the Doctor. "Do you know what size she wears?"

He shook his head and she sighed. "No, I suppose you wouldn't. Well okay, I guess I'll have to make a few estimates. But if she get's angry, it's your fault." He sighed and nodded, already tired from the shopping.

He turned and walked over to a nearby bench, sitting down with his head resting on his hands. Clara glanced at him. "What?"

"This is boring." She rolled her eyes. "We've been here for ten minutes. If you want, you can go back to the Tardis."

He scrunched up his nose. "I can't leave you here! It isn't safe!"

She raised her eyebrows. "Well then stop complaining and wait. I'll be done momentarily." She turned back to the racks and continued to search, pulling out a few shirts that seemed to match River's style and personality. The Doctor watched her move onto another, pulling off a few items at each stand.

By the time she had finished, she had gathered together quite a pile. "I hope money isn't an issue."

He tilted his head. "Why? Is that going to cost a lot?"

She hesitated. "Well, it's pregnancy clothes, and they tend to cost... a bit more."

She carried her pile to the checkout line, and the woman totaled it all together. "That will be 356.78. Cash or Credit?"

The Doctor glanced at Clara. "I thought you said a bit more..." He hissed through his teeth.

She leaned over. "You obviously never go shopping."

With a sigh, he paid for the items. This better be worth it.

They entered the Tardis, loaded with bags. River stood near the console, waiting. She smiled. "Are these all for me?"

Clara placed them down next to her. "Yeah. Well, except this one. I got myself a scarf."

The Doctor's head jerked up. "Is that why the total was so much? You bought yourself a fancy scarf?"

"It wasn't that much. Besides, you owed me since I helped you out with the clothing choosing." She turned to River. "I choose all the clothes. He was aiming for the floral prints; I had to intervene."

Clara handed River the bags, and River mouthed thank you, running off to her bedroom to try on her new clothes.