Here is CHAPTER 7! It is in 2 parts (both in this chapter) and both are in first person. I love it, it's reeeeally cute, and CAT NURSES!

Love all you Whoufflepuffs and Whovians!

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Part 1: The Doctor

I sat in the waiting room of the hospital in New New York, where Novice Hame was back in work, and was now helping Clara have our children.

Twins. Clara. My own.

I looked around, the sterile white walls, surrounding me and another man, were seeming to collapse in due to the nervousness I felt coursing through my head. Another strange feeling, nervousness. I was taken out of my state of mental freezing by the man speaking to me. 'First one, eh?' I shook my head. 'No. Number two and three. They're more like one and two, though. She was like the first…' I shook my head, and held out my hand.

'I'm the Doctor.' The other man shook it firmly. 'Pimtorthy Jermane, this one will be my sixth.' I was shocked. Humans, they could reproduce like a bunch of rabbits! 'SIX? Blimey, humans are busy. Sorry, it's just…I'm from the old Earth.' Pimtorthy nodded. 'Yeah. They're a strange bunch, always surprised when a human girl marries a guy like me from the Boeshane Peninsula.'

The place name turned my attention. 'Boeshane? Do you by any chance know a Jack Harkness? Face of Boe?' His blank expression told me otherwise. 'Okay, no Jack.'

Novice Hame walked lightly into the room through a pair of sliding glass doors. 'Doctor? Clara is just fine. So are the babies. She said they're called Marcus and Marinna…' I nodded, walking straight past her and into Clara's section of the hospital room.

The walls were white as well, but Clara had a huge window on the left side of her bed, so big, that every building and skyscraper, every river, every patch of apple grass was visible. She didn't even notice that I was there; she was preoccupied, her right arm over her now flat middle, and the other hand playing with one of the babies' hair. Only when I sat down next to her did she speak.

'My mum always used to tell me that when you see a kid, it's different than when you look at your own. I know what she meant.' Clara propped herself up, and sat against the two pillows that had cushioned her head. 'Which is which? I can't tell…' I asked her, looking at the twins in their box. I felt strange; I never thought I'd have to say those words until now.

'Marinna has a little birthmark on her arm, and Marcus has none. Oh, Mary, shh, shh, don't cry. It's only Daddy. There, there.' Marinna had started to cry, and Clara gently lifted her out of the warm box that held her and her brother. 'Mary, it's just Daddy here to say hi. Yeah! It's only Daddy. Okay, Doctor, you get to hold her. She's got to get used to seeing you.' I awkwardly took my daughter in my arms; I had forgotten almost completely how to hold a baby right. Marinna had one leg sticking out of my hold, and was squirming, squealing at the same time. Clara laughed.

'No, no no, Doctor, you have to keep her close so she won't catch cold. Even here.' Marinna was wrapped back in her blanket, and placed back into my arms. She looked up at my face, straight into my eyes, and I felt her hearts, through the blanket, strong and steady.

My daughter.

My only Mary.

Part 2: Clara

It was over. Thank God it was over. Hours of painful contractions, and 30 minutes of giving birth to twins- having to feel like my body was being torn open twice- was worth more than I could have thought. After all, it's not every day a human has two babies with two hearts each. The weird thing, however, was that the midwife was a cat. A CAT. I mean, sure, they're not really cats, but they LOOK like cats. To me, that still counts. I was freaking out that she would accidentally scratch one of the babies, that's how much like a cat they are. But the Doctor obviously had met them before, cos one actually hugged him, and I think he was a bit freaked out that a cat nurse nun was hugging him. But, oh, well. They weren't going to send my children to a lab for having two hearts.

After I was done with contractions and some other rubbish I will never understand, the cat nurse who had helped me put the twins into a box filled with blankets, and flipped a switch, which turned on red lights on the sides that began to heat the box to what the temperature had been, I think, to what they had been used to for 9 months. I smiled, thanked her, and turned my head towards the box, and couldn't for the life of me, look away. I had to touch their heads to make sure I wasn't dreaming or dead and in Heaven.

The Doctor was suddenly by me. I smiled. A new family, all to ourselves, that belonged to no other person in the Universe. It was now me, him, the TARDIS, and our children. And the latter was overjoying.

There it is! I hope you all liked it! I'm getting near the end of this story, sadly, but the next part, aka the sequel, is being worked on now, too. Again, if you have any ideas at all, PLEASE tell me! I'd really love to have somebody think of what I should do for the final chapter (It'll be chapter ten, which will be the first hint of a major plot point in the sequel). I love all of you who have been reading since the beginning, and all of you who have just started, and everyone for being so patient! Thank you, loves!