Here is chapter 8! I'm sort of sad that there are only two chapters left, but at the same time, I'm really excited to start on the sequel! I've already got about four or five chapters of it written, and I'm almost done figuring out what I'm going to do for the last two of this story. Hope you like this, I love it!
Disclaimer: Again, I own nothing from Doctor Who. Just Mary and Marcus.
Clara was able to leave the hospital after a couple of days, with the twins in two separate baskets, each of which looked more like the kind of carrying baskets for children you'd find in an ancient medieval painting instead of the expected futuristic state of the art robotic box Clara had in mind. The Doctor had insisted on staying in the hospital with them whenever possible, only being kicked out of the room when Clara had to get out of bed and get dressed in normal clothes. As if he hadn't seen it all before.
The TARDIS made a sound like a warble as the family of four approached, the babies beginning to coo softly as the sound grew even quieter. The Doctor smiled. 'It seems that they know that sound.' Clara patted the old blue box gently on the side, just where a scratch was from when she had dug her fingernails into the wood when they had arrived at the hospital, right before her life was turned upside down. 'She made that sound all nine months, love, remember? Even when I didn't know, she made it. She knew. Didn't you?' Another trill. The Doctor opened the door, gently placing the basket holding Marinna into one of the seats, which, as Clara realised, was the one where they had found out they loved each other.
She put Marcus on the one next to her, and kissed the twins on the foreheads. 'We're going to Christmas of 2013, right?' The Doctor nodded. 'We'll stop at the city first, just to get presents first.' He flipped switches and levers, and the TARDIS jumped and stopped in a second. The Doctor was about to go out, when he stopped. 'Clara, aren't you coming?' She sighed. 'They can't be left alone, love.' He nodded. 'Yes, true. I'll be back before you can say "Where's he gone off to?"' Clara laughed, and said quietly, 'Come back as soon as you can, alright?' He kissed her. 'I promise.'
He came back in what seemed to be only a few minutes, and was carrying about four bags worth of things on both arms. Clara helped him put all of them on the ground, and he set about yet again, setting coordinates and taking them back to Earth for the twins' first Christmas.
Within a minute of the TARDIS landing, Angie and Artie were in the time machine, cooing over Marcus and Marinna, completely infatuated over the fact that they were the children of their nanny. After all, they never had expected Clara to have children at all, on account of her slight awkwardness around men. She wasn't around the Doctor, though. Possibly because he was just so different from other guys she had seen on telly and in the street.
They all went into the Maitland home, where Clara's dad, George and Clara's grandmum were sitting in the lounge, watching a Christmas show on the TV. Clara said loudly, 'HAPPY CHRISTMAS!' And a chorus of 'Hello, love!' and 'Are those my grandchildren?' and 'Oh, my God, they're adorable! Welcome home, dear!' greeting her. Her father stood and smiled at the Doctor. 'I've got no idea how you got her to love you, but she must be happy with you. Take care of her, alright?' The doctor nodded. 'You have my word.' Clara's grandmum suddenly was fussing over him, poking his chin, saying his hair was too long, but how cute he was. Besides all the weird moments of her being obsessed with his hair and the twins making noises that seemed like talking, that Christmas, to Clara, was the best she had ever had in her entire life.
There it is! If you like it, leave a comment, I'm always happy for them! And if you have anything you'd like for the next story, rmember that as soon as it starts, you can give me ideas for what to do. Thanks for reading, Whoufflepuffs and Whovians, I love all of you! 3