Clara jolted herself awake, flinging off her covers and quickly making her way to the bathroom that was a couple of doors down from her room in the TARDIS. She flung open the doors, kneeling down in front of the toilet and emptying the contents of her stomach, which wasn't much. She then stood up, rinsing out her mouth and heading back to her room before collapsing onto her bed.

It had been like this for a few weeks now, her routine of waking up, running to the bathroom and then heading back to her room, feeling no better than before. Luckily she had managed to keep it secret from the Doctor, but it was getting increasingly harder as he kept picking up on when she looked a bit pale or was quieter than usual. Clara had one thought of what could be leading to this, and she was pretty sure it was as they'd… gotten closer a couple of weeks ago after a particularly exciting adventure. She hadn't wanted to admit it, though, or even mention it to the Doctor. She was scared he'd kick her out and leave her forever, and she couldn't face that. She couldn't live without him.

Slowly, Clara drifted off into an uncomfortable sleep only to wake again after what seemed like a few seconds. She thanked herself for being able to keep the very little contents of her stomach down then proceeded to get dressed and head down to the TARDIS console room. Surprisingly, the Doctor wasn't in there and for a brief moment the Impossible Girl wondered where he was, until she heard an almighty crash followed by a 'Have to fix that later…'. Rolling her eyes, Clara folded her arms across her chest and headed towards the TARDIS kitchen, a small smile on her face.

When she arrived, the Doctor had his head stuck inside the oven, mumbling something about 'Stupid technology not doing what I wanted' whilst pointing his Sonic at random parts of the machine. Clara leant back in the doorway, watching him with a sweet smile on her face. When he failed to notice her after a few minutes, she let out a small cough which caused him to jump, banging his head on the inside of the oven before jumping out and standing to his full height. "Ah, Clara!" he exclaimed, spreading his arms out as a huge grin plastered itself to his face, "I wondered when you'd be up."

"Why, what time is it?" She asked, lifting an eyebrow. As far as she knew, she hadn't gotten that much sleep and had woken up quite early, but then again time wasn't really a thing that existed within the TARDIS.

"Well," the Doctor said, frowning, "I'd say it would be about… 12 o'clock earth time."

Clara's eyes widened 12 o'clock?! She hadn't meant to sleep that long… she suddenly felt very sick again and held onto the doorframe for support.

"Clara, are you okay?" the Doctor asked, striding forward and placing a hand on her arm.

"Yeah, just fine," She nodded, smiling weakly up at him before standing up straight again, "So, what were you doing?"

The Time Lord looks at her a moment longer, worry and confusion evident in his gaze before turning shaking his head and throwing back on his dazzling smile, "Ah! Well, I was going to make you a soufflé, seen as you haven't been feeling too good lately and I wanted to cheer you up!"

Clara couldn't help but smile at the look on his face and the fact that he'd been kind enough to care about her wellbeing and wanting to make her feel better.

"So, you decided to break the oven in the process?" She smirked, glancing back at the now smoking machinery.

"I didn't break it," the Doctor huffed, "I merely tried to improve it so the soufflé I made would taste amazing!"

The Impossible Girl smiled, rolling her eyes again. The Doctor was like a 5 year old child sometimes. Sighing, she wandered over to the cupboards, grabbing some flour and putting it down on the table, "Right, seen as I know if I leave you alone to do this you'll blow up the TARDIS," The Doctor replied with a childish frown, "I'll help you make it."

The wellbeing of the TARDIS (And the Doctor for that matter) wasn't the only reason she was staying to help. She needed something to take her mind off of her current condition, and maybe find the right moment to tell him.

After a lot of mess, kissing and breaking nearly everything within reach, the Doctor and Clara managed to bake a soufflé. To Clara's surprise, it actually turned out a lot better than most of her other soufflés, close to perfect in her opinion. It had been fun for her to get close to the Doctor again and mess about as if they hadn't a care in the world, but it all went sour when the Doctor tried to get her to try a bit.

"Come on, Clara!" The thousand year old Time Lord insisted, gently pushing a spoonful of soufflé towards her face, "You have to at least try a bite."

Clara shuck her head fiercely, trying to keep her insides where they belong. But, sadly, the Doctor persisted, shoving the spoon even closer to her face. Eventually, it got too much and she had to leap from her chair, running as fast as she could to the bathroom. She burst inside and collapsed onto the floor as the Doctor quickly followed her in, a bit bewildered by the current situation. When he finally processed things he bent down next to her, pulling her hair back from her sweaty face as she continued to vomit.

When it was all over, he guided her back to her room, setting her down onto the bed and settling next to her. Clara refused to look at him, instead burying her face into the pillows as the Doctor decided what to do. It finally got to the point where he couldn't stand it any longer and gently took hold of her face, turning it to face his.

"Clara, I need you to tell me what's wrong." He said gently, cupping her cheek with his hand.

Clara darted her eyes away, biting her lip nervously. She needed to tell him now. No, she wanted to tell him now.

"Well, you know how we…" She trailed off, searching for the right words, "Did things, a few weeks ago?" The Doctor gave her a confused look before realising what she was implying, giving a swift nod to show he understood.

She bit her lip again, losing the confidence to tell him, "Well, I think I may be… You know…" the Doctor's eyes widened, she couldn't be could she? He didn't think that humans and Time Lords could… come together like that. It was a possibility, all the signs pointed towards that conclusion… but still, what if she wasn't? He needed to know for sure.

"Why didn't you tell me about this sooner?" He asked, cupping her cheeks again with his hands. Tears started to prick her eyes and she looked away again.

"I-I didn't want you to kick me out," She stuttered, tears now flowing freely. The Doctor immediately pulled her onto his lap, holding her close.

"Clara, oh Clara…" he whispered into her hair, "I would never leave you, not ever, no matter the reason." She continued to cry into his chest and so he stroked her hair, rocking back and forth gently. "Look, you don't even know if you are pregnant yet," Although he was pretty certain she was, "I could get you scanned, see what's going on."

She nodded, sniffling into his chest. She showed no signs of moving and so the Doctor stood up, Clara still in his arms, and headed to the TARDIS medical room.

When they arrived, he placed her onto a soft bed with some machinery next to it.

"Doctor, what's actually going to happen?" She asked, poking at some of the machinery.

"Oh, you won't feel a thing," He reassured her, his usual smile on his face, "Just a quick push of a button then it's over."

She nodded, her smile too reappearing on her face as the Doctor clicked a few buttons before shouting 'Done!'. Quickly, Clara jumped off the bed and stood next to him, grabbing his hand for reassurance. He smiled and gave her hand a quick squeeze before looking at the results on the screen, which were written in some circular language that Clara couldn't quite understand.

"So," She breathed, holding his hand tight, "What's the result?"

The Doctor swallowed before turning to face her and pulling her into a hug, a huge smile on his face.

"Well, Clara Oswald, you are pregnant."