The Doctor stopped in his tracks, pulling Clara to a stop with him. She frowned at him, the tears not even yet dry on her cheeks. He turned and ran back to her Mother's grave, picking up something from the top of it. He turned back to Clara, holding it up and swallowing. She walked up and inspected it, her eyes going wide when she realized what it was.

-x-

Clara and the Doctor stepped up to Dave Oswald's house, the Doctor antsy after his most recent visit with Clara's father. He knocked on the door and took a step back, Clara eyeing him suspiciously. He looked away, swallowing when he heard the doorknob turn. Dave Oswald came out with a frown, but when he saw Clara his face lit up. He squeezed her into a hug, and she chuckled into his shoulder. He eventually let her go and said, "I was beginning to worry something bad had happened."

She shook her head with a smile and said, "Nope. We… need to talk to you about something."

The Doctor swallowed again as Dave turned towards him, a curious look on his face. "What about?" Clara's father asked.

"Um, could we come in first?" She asked. Dave nodded and stepped out of the way, allowing them to enter. The Doctor followed Clara into the living room and sat down next to her, making sure he was as far away from her father as he could be on the average sized couch. "Okay, so…" She breathed in before looking over to her father who was now sat opposite them on a black leather recliner. "I went to see Mum, a couple of days ago."

Dave's eyes immediately went from scrutinizing the Doctor to studying Clara. He sat up a little straighter as he asked, "And?"

Clara sighed and looked down, fiddling with her mother's ring on her left hand, before pulling off another that was right next to it. "I found this." She said, her voice slightly shaky.

Dave swallowed as he looked at the familiar ring in her hand, his ring. "I suppose you would." He replied.

Clara watched him, waiting for another answer. He didn't say anything else. The Doctor set a hand on her shoulder; he could already sense her anger preparing to take over. She shrugged him off and held up the ring again. "Why was it there?" She asked, her eyes stern.

"I… left it there. Right on top of the grave, where you most likely found it." He breathed in deeply. "If you were the one who found it."

The Doctor weakly raised his hand. "I'm the one who actually found it." He lowered his hand as Clara gave him a cold glare.

She turned back to her father and repeated, "Yes, but why was it there?"

Dave sighed and sat forward, his hands sitting on his knees, the place on his left hand where the ring Clara was now holding completely bare. "Clara, this isn't going to be easy to say…" He closed his eyes. "I've moved on… from your mother. Don't get me wrong, she was perfect, she was and always will be the love of my life, but I can't just stop living because she's stopped living."

Clara shook her head, squeezing her eyes shut before opening them again, her eyes watering. "How long?" She asked. He didn't answer. "How long?"

"Two years." He answered.

Clara stood up, glaring down at him. "And you didn't feel like you should probably tell me about this?!"

The Doctor stood up, placing a hand on her shoulder. "Clara," He said quietly. She turned to glare at him again and he sat back down, glancing around nervously.

"I didn't have much time." Dave said, scratching the back of his head.

"You had two bloody years!"

"I was busy!"

"Yeah, I'm sure you were!"

"Clara!"

"What do you expect from me?! I just found out that my father has been dating some random woman for the past two years, and he probably wouldn't have ever told me if I hadn't found his bloody wedding ring at my mother's grave!"

Dave stood up as he yelled, "What do you expect from me?! What, I can't move on?! Is it so bad that I want to stop living by myself?! Is it so bad that I want my life to continue?! At least I'm doing better than you did when you lost that bloody girlfriend of yours when you were an arrogant teenager!"

"Stop trying to change the subject! And was that really called for?!" Clara yelled, the tears nearly falling. The Doctor stood up with a frown, stepping in between Clara and her father.

"And you!" Dave said, pointing at the Doctor. "You take my daughter away from me! You turn her into some kind of monster! You make it so I rarely ever see her, constantly plagued with the thought of whether or not she's still alive! You have no idea what you have put me through! And sure, I would do something about it, but if I did Clara would eternally hate me, because for some crazy reason she loves you, and for some crazy reason I let her!"

The Doctor's fists clenched and Clara pulled him away, seeing the way his eyes darkened. "Is that what this is about?" She asked.

Dave sighed, staring at them both before dropping his head. He swallowed and looked back up at Clara, his eyes watering as he said, "Do you think I haven't noticed the bump?"

The Doctor frowned as Clara gasped and turned away, making sure not to meet the Doctor's eyes. He shook his head and asked, "Bump? What are you talking about?"

Dave glared at him and said, "Stop acting like you don't-" His eyes narrowed as he saw the quick and subtle shake of Clara's head. He chuckled bitterly as he said, "She hasn't told you? She hasn't bloody told you? And you're getting angry at me for keeping secrets!"

"These are two very different things!" She replied.

Dave crossed his arms. "Are they? Are they really? Because I'm pretty sure hiding the fact that you're pregnant is a pretty big deal!"

The Doctor gasped and turned to Clara, eyes wide. "What?" He asked in a croak. She averted her eyes. "Clara?"

She sighed and grabbed his hand, leading them back to the door to her father's house. "We need to talk about this somewhere private." She turned to her father as she opened the door. "Have fun screwing Mum's replacement!" She called, before slamming the door behind her.

-x-

"So…" The Doctor trailed off, not sure what to say. "How long have you been… you know."

Clara sighed and said, "I'm pretty sure I'm about four months in."

The Doctor nodded, swallowing before asking, "Is it mine?"

She looked up at him where she stood by the console. "Of course it's yours." She said, frowning in shock. "Why would you think it wouldn't be?"

He shrugged and scratched the back of his neck. "I don't know, people always have their doubts." Clara nodded and looked away again. "So… why didn't you tell me?" He asked, looking down at her.

She took a moment before answering, "Because… because…" She started walking around the TARDIS. "I don't know! I love all of this traveling, and of course if you'd known I was pregnant you would've kept me hidden away in the TARDIS. And… to be honest, I'm scared."

"Why?" He asked, moving his hand to hold hers.

She squeezed his hand as she said, "Well, what if it has some weird side effects. You're a Time Lord, I'm part Time Lady. I mean, is it going to be full Time Lord, or something else."

He brought his hand up to her cheek. "Clara, I can assure you, that whoever our child comes to be, it will never be a thing or an it."

"Doctor, I got called a monster by my own father…" She muttered.

He kissed her on the forehead, his mouth lingering there as he thought of how to resolve this. When he pulled away he said, "Well, you're father's wrong. I may be a monster, beans may be monsters, but you are definitely not a monster. And neither is whoever is in that stomach of yours." He laid one of his hands flat against her stomach, a warm smile gracing his features. "We made that." He mumbled.

She smiled too, reaching up to kiss him on the lips. She pulled away and frowned, closing her eyes. "I'm sorry about not telling you." The Doctor sighed. "I should have told you."

He shook his head. "Clara, it's fine."

"No, it's not." She looked up at him. "I let you put me through all of that danger. I let you put us through all of that danger. I wasn't even thinking about the fact that I'm carrying for more than one now. I was only thinking about myself, and I shouldn't have done that."

He sighed again, pulling her in to a hug. "I love you." He whispered.

"I love you too." She replied, squeezing him tight. She pulled away, looking into his eyes and asking, "But how the hell is a baby supposed to survive on the TARDIS?"