Here is a new chapter! I really enjoyed writing it, and I hope you'll love reading it!
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Clara was bothered one morning, while it was her week at Angie and Artie's house, and she was standing in the shower. She couldn't put her finger on it; just knew something wasn't right. She said to herself, "Clara, calm down, it's nothing. You're fine. Everything is normal. Everything is no…" Her eyes rested on a box that had never been opened, on that obviously should have. She stood there, frozen on the spot, water drenching her and getting into her unhinged mouth and widened eyes. "No. No, no, no, no, no. That's…that's…" Clara couldn't say the word impossible, because that word was completely irrelevant in her situation. "That's utterly possible. Can't be impossible. Shit." She slowly looked down, and finaly noticed what she had been dreading.
A small bump in her middle, the place that the child of the Doctor was growing. She cursed him, loudly, and then apologized to thin air. And then she cried. Not quietly, not in the place she was in. She screamed.
Angie ran in, a look of panic on her face. "Clara, what the bloody hell are you screaming about?!" Clara couldn't speak, only pointed to the box. Angie looked at it, then back at her. "So? It's not opened! You had it last month, Cla…" Her face changed, realising why Clara was crying, why she was pointing, why she looked like she had eaten a large chicken. Angie backed up. "Oh God…Oh my God…" She backed into a wall, and Clara turned off the water. She could hardly see her as the thirteen year old handed her a towel. Clara tried to talk, but her voice broke, and she could only manage to say in a broken voice, "Angie…" The girl held her arms out, and she fell into them. Clara was being comforted by a thirteen year old, who understood the gravity of the situation, how Clara and the Doctor's lives would be affected, how hers, her brothers, her fathers, everyone's. She held her hand. "Come on, Soufflé Girl. You know, the soufflé isn't the soufflé, the soufflé is the recipe, right? Maybe, just maybe, the kid's a part of it. The soufflé's your life. Don't let the soufflé burn this time, Clara. For all of us."
Angie sat Clara down on the toilet seat, and got her pyjamas. "You are going to have a rest day. Art and I will keep you company. I'll tell him you got sick, and so you have to stay in bed cos you can't get out of bed. I'll call The Doctor, and you can tell him." Clara stumbled blindly up the stairs, not even caring that her hair was still dripping water. She fell face first onto her bed, and cried.
"I'm not ready, Angie! I'm only 25! I don't know anything about him except that I love him! That's all! What am I supposed to do!? He's not human! What'll happen when it's born? What if I can't do it, Angie? What if I just break?" She heard another voice that wasn't Angie's. "Because, Clara, because you are an Impossible Girl who can do impossible things. My impossible Clara Oswald. Who can do absolutely anything." Clara jumped up and hugged the Doctor so hard, he had to tap her on the shoulder and gasp, "Lungs, Clara!" She slapped him across the cheek and shouted, "YOU BLOODY, STUPID BEAUTIFUL IDIOT!" She slapped him again. "YOU ARE JUST SO STUPID, BUT I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!" She slapped him a third time before hugging him again, saying quickly, "I'm sorry I slapped you, love. I only found out today." He kissed her. "You will be fine. We will be fine. I promise."
"Doctor, I've already told you, blue is NOT a gender neutral colour!" The Doctor and Clara were painting the nursery room the TARDIS had provided, and their contrasting colours, her yellow and his TARDIS blue, had met at the exact middle. "And I've told you, Clara, that TARDIS blue is a colour boys and girls like!" She shook her head. "Well, on Earth, it's yellow. No arguments. I'm the one who's pregnant, not you."
He started to paint over the yellow. "No. Blue." Clara painted a line of yellow over his side. "Not blue. Yellow." He attacked her old shirt with the blue, painting a streak over her stomach. "Blue!" She got his own shirt. "Yellow!" "Blue!" "YELLOW!" In minutes, they were putting our hands in the buckets, rubbing paint on each other's hair, face, and clothes. At the end, they were laughing their heads off; His hair was now blonde, Clara's dark blue. He sighed. "Okay. You win. Yellow." She kissed him on the lips, the only area not affected. "No. You deserve the blue. Blue." He hugged her. "I think we need to get this all washed off." Clara smiled, and pulled him to the bathroom. "I think we should."
That night, Clara couldn't sleep. Her mind was wide awake, but her eyes were exhausted. She kept on thinking the same question over and over again; "What colour will the walls be, when it's born?" She sat up, and sighed. Her head was heavy with sleep deprivation, but also not. Her limbs ached, but at the same time, were just fine. Clara grumbled to herself, "I hate this. Not you, love, just what I have to have happen before you get here." She stood up out of bed, and stretched. After putting on her mum's old University of London sweatshirt and her own UL shorts, she went into the console room, leaning on the main control panel.
"Alright, you're a really smart machine, yeah?" The TARDIS beeped melodically. "And you can scan things pretty accurately too, I suppose…" She repeated the noise. Clara looked up at the still circles of Gallifreyan symbols, the lights that were turned almost off. "So, I have a question. About the baby." The TARDIS was quiet, waiting. "I want to know… if it'll be a boy or girl." Clara brought the screen in front of her, and stared at it until something came up.
"Heart beats: Four. Number of children: Two. Genders: Male and Female. There." Clara laughed uneasily. "I don't think that two children would have 4 heart beats." On the screen; "Time Lords have 2 hearts, Clara. They're half Time Lord and half Human. What would you expect?" Clara sighed loudly. "Is it going to be as long as it normally would? Nine months?" She made another yes noise. Clara groaned. "Nine bloody months carrying two kids. Great." She stopped. "But wait, now we won't have to change the colour of the whole room, just one side!" She suddenly realised how happy she was over this one aspect. "Okay, Clara, you need to sleep before you act any more stupid than you already are." The TARDIS made another sound like a laugh. Clara ignored her, and went back to bed, her mind finally at ease.
There is chapter five! I hope you liked it! I think that this is a pretty good start to their future...*damn, that was a really deep thing right there...* PLEASE tell me what you think of it so far! I really would love feedback on it, or I might end up having nothing to do cos I'll think no one likes it... :'( But thanks to all you on the alerts list, it makes me feel loved! :) I love all you Whoufflepuffs and Whovians!