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Chapter Three: Acceptance

"Doctor, answer me," Clara says. "Is this pregnancy going to kill me?"
After a few moments, The Doctor finally faces Clara, his green eyes glistening with anguish, guilt.
"I didn't think I could..." the Doctor trails, then decides to rephrase. "If I'd have known this could happen, I would've been more careful," the Doctor says.
"No," Clara says. "Don't do that. Don't blame yourself. We did this. We made this happen."
"But it's not fair that you are suffering for it."
"Who says I'm suffering?"
The Doctor looks at Clara.
"Alright," Clara says, rolling her eyes. "I mean the morning sickness and the cramps are far from heavenly, but..." Clara looks down at her stomach, a smile slowly spreading across her face.
"I want them."
"But they'll kill you," the Doctor says.
"How? How can two little babies kill me?"

"Humans were not meant to breed with Time Lords," the Doctor explains. "If I was simply a Gallifreyan, then you'd stand more of a chance-but I am a Gallifreyan infused with the power of the Time Vortex. Every single cell of my body holds Time radiation- so those "two little babies" inside of you have it as well. The more developed they become, the stronger the radiation will get, and every cell in your body start to degenerate- that combined with all of the energy it will take to carry them...they'll literally be sucking the life out of you."
"You're talking about them like they're parasites," Clara says quietly, hurt.
"Yeah, well, I'm not too thrilled about the idea of you being lifeless in a few weeks," the Doctor says darkly. "So forgive me that I'm not parading around doing the happy dance."
"So what do you want me to do then," Clara says, standing up, getting upset. "Have an abortion? Because if that's what you want, mister, you're out of luck. I'm not "getting rid" of these babies. They have a right to live, just like you, me or anyone else! Just because they're not convenient or they weren't planned, they are still children! Our children, Doctor! Do you even care?! These babies are a part of us! We made them together! And they deserve to be loved and wanted, not talked about like they're some disgusting little abomin-oww!"
"Clara!" The Doctor cries as Clara suddenly kneels over, a sharp pain searing through her stomach.
"This is not nice," Clara moans, her eyes squeezed shut. The Doctor takes her in his arms and sits her down on the bed. The Doctor quickly scans her with the Sonic and reads the results.
"Doctor," Clara cries through gritted teeth.
"It's okay Love, it's just stress," the Doctor reassures, wrapping his arms around her and holding her. He kisses her on the forehead.
"I shouldn't have let you get so worked up. I'm sorry." He places his hand lovingly on Clara's stomach, even stroking it a little.
"I do care, and I will always care. Don't ever forget that. And I would never think of asking you to have an-one of those. I'm just afraid of losing you. I can't stand the thought of losing another person that I love. You mean this entire universe to me Clara, and I don't want you to think otherwise, not even for a second."
Clara nods slowly, and the Doctor kisses her softly on the lips.
Clara smiles a little, then furrows her brows.
"Hey-the pain's gone. It just...went away."

She looks at the Doctor, then she places her hand over the Doctor's, which is still on her stomach.
"I think they just wanted their Daddy."
"Did you want me?" The Doctor says, leaning down to talk to Clara's stomach. Clara bursts out laughing.
"Well, here I am! Hello! I'm the Doctor! Pleasure to make your acquaintance!"
"I don't think they can hear you," Clara says, still laughing.
"Not yet," says the Doctor. "Give them about another week."
""Super Babies"," Clara says.
""Time Babies"," says the Doctor. "Children of Time."
"I hope they have your eyes," says Clara, looking at the Doctor's gorgeous green peepers.
The Doctor can't help but smile. "What about my nose?"
Clara looks at it, and shrugs.
"Or my chin? How about my chin?"
"Hmm...nah," Clara says.
"What?!" The Doctor says, a little hurt. "What's wrong with my chin?"
"One big chin in this family is enough."
Family.

The Doctor lets out a chuckle. "We're having a family," the Doctor says, almost more to himself than Clara, with a sort of wonder. "Never thought I'd say those words again."
"Sure you're okay?" asks Clara. "I mean I know there isn't exactly time in a your schedule for feedings and diaper changes and other baby stuff."
"Do you know who you're talking to?" asks the Doctor. "I'm a Time Lord! I make time, time... is not the boss of me."
Clara chuckles.
"We can do this you know," she says softly. "I can do this. I don't care what you say... I'm the Impossible Girl, remember?"
The Doctor smiles, then hugs Clara tighter. She was so fragile, a human, yet so strong and determined.
"So," she says. "What do we do now?"
"You are going to get some rest," the Doctor says, getting to his feet. "I'm going to go handle some business."
"What business?" asks Clara, suspicious.
"Don't worry about it," the Doctor says.
"Doctor," Clara says, her voice with a warning tone. She points at her self. "Mother of your children here, I think I should know what you're up to."
The Doctor kisses Clara on her forehead, then starts to run out of her room.
"Doctor!" Clara calls after him.
"You'll see!" The Doctor exclaims.
Clara shakes her head, chuckles, then lies down to rest.