A/N - Hello! Sorry for the delay and sorry this is such a short chapter! I've got one more planned, but I have a few other ideas so might carry on for a few more! Let me know what you think or if you have any ideas you'd like me to explore!

Chapter Ten

It was early, Clara knew that for sure. She could tell by the soft and pale morning light in the room. It took her a few minutes to remember where she was. She was on an unfamiliar sofa, with an unfamiliar crick in her neck but with a familiar arm around her waist.

Still in a sleepy daze, Clara slowly realised that she was in the Doctor's house, on the Doctor's sofa, with the Doctor pressed deliciously against her back. His arm slung over her hip, his breath warm on the back of her neck, and his long legs tangled with hers. She never wanted to move. She felt warm and safe and loved and protected…and happy. Trying not to wake him, she snuggled into him a bit more and pulled his arm more tightly around her. She felt him press a sleepy kiss at the base of her neck before he settled again. Bliss.

A short while later, Clara was feeling the effects of spending a night of a sofa, and although she liked the warmth of the Doctor's sleepy embrace, her back was telling her to move. She stretched a little and opened her eyes. When she did she almost screeched loudly when she was greeted by Roland standing stock still and silent in front her of her.

"Roland," she said, trying to control her heartbeat which was recovering from the fright "You scared me,"

"Oh…sorry,"

She smiled at him "It's ok." She shifted from her position, trying not to wake the Doctor who was still sleeping peacefully.

"How're you feeling?" She whispered "You hungry?"

Roland nodded, rubbing sleep from his eyes. Clara managed to get up silently, and she looked back at the Doctor's sleeping form.

"Let's leave your Dad to sleep and go and make some pancakes," said Clara, taking Roland's hand. "You'll have to show me where the eggs and flour are though!"

"I love pancakes," said Roland with a grin, leading Clara towards the kitchen.

When he woke, it took the Doctor a few minutes to remember why he was on the sofa. Then he remembered last night - he remembered Clara on top of him, her hips in his hands, her lips on his throat and her palms on his chest. He remembered her hands going to his belt and god, how he wished it didn't stop there.

Then he remember the soft tone of her voice when she said Roland wasn't the only one who was besotted with him. The thought of Clara feeling that way about him made his chest tighten and his lips quirk into a grin. She was gorgeous and loving and brilliant and his. He was head over heels in a way he hadn't been since he met River - and even that felt different. With River, they'd known each other a long time, since they were kids, and their love and marriage was slow and easy and comfortable. With Clara, he felt an intense burning desire like nothing else. She was like a supernova - a sudden shining light in his life, exciting him and pulling him towards her and exploding to create something new.

He smoothed his hand through his hair and rubbed his eyes, suddenly aware that the woman taking up all his thoughts wasn't actually anywhere to be seen. As he came to his senses, he caught the sounds and smells coming from the kitchen - he heard his son squealing in delight and Clara's soft laugh, the sizzle of something in a pan and the mouth-watering aroma of buttery pancakes. When he went to investigate, the sight that met him made him pause and smile.

Roland had a long apron tied around his waist, but still brushing the floor like it was a long skirt, and was up on a stool next to Clara who was flipping pancakes, making Roland giggle each time.

"Right, can you grab the blueberries, chef?" Clara asked him. Roland passed her the punnet and they dropped fruit into the batter in the pan. "How many blueberries do you think Dad will want? Four, five, SIX?"

Roland giggled. "Let's give him more because he's bigger,"

The Doctor grinned, enjoying watching his son and his girlfriend interacting so naturally and joyfully.

"Actually," he said loudly, announcing his presence "Dad would like at least EIGHT blueberries, I think,"

The pair wheeled around and the Doctor burst out laughing when he caught signs of their flour covered faces.

"What is going on out here then?" He said, moving closer to them "Are you making a mess?"

"We're making pancakes, Daddy!"

"Pancakes on a Sunday morning," he said, slipping his hand around Clara's waist and leaning down to kiss her. He caught her gaze and spoke softly. "What could be better?"

"Can Clara stay over again?" Said Roland, making them both look at him. The Doctor smiled and looked at Clara.

"If that's ok with you?"

"Yeah, it's great" he said, eating one of the blueberries from the pack "and Daddy told me that he likes you as much as I like chocolate buttons, so he must like you a WHOLE lot because I love chocolate buttons the mostest out of everything in the world,"

The Doctor blushed, reminded of the fact that 4 year olds do listen to what you say sometimes. He looked at Clara who had shifted towards him, grinning. She pressed herself against him lightly and threaded her hand through his hair on the back of his head.

"You like me as much as chocolate buttons?"

He smiled, embarrassed but overwhelmed by her. He tilted his head down to hers and their noses brushed.

He nodded and whispered. "As much as chocolate buttons."

Then Roland's squeals tore their tender gaze. "Watch out, the pancake is burning!"

A/N - Sorry it's not a long chapter, but I wanted to give you guys something rather than keep you hanging on whilst I figure out the next few chapters. Let me know if you'd rather me carry on with fluff and families and maybe bring Missy/Clara's family in, or whether you'd prefer it tied off nicely in the next chapter as I had originally planned? Decisions of a fan fiction writer!