Epilogue- Good Day, Bad Day, and the Big Day

There were good days.

Like the one where Clara came home from the elementary school she taught at, lips parted into an impossibly wide smile.

As soon as she was through the door of the shop, she dropped her bags at a nearby table, walked around the counter and placed the Doctor's hands on her belly.

Kicks.

Like a goldfish swimming to and fro against the side of a plastic bag, or the light drumming of fingers against the palms of his hands.

"Neat, huh," she had asked, eyes shining, "He just won't stop!"

"He," the Doctor asked, hands gliding over her belly and around to her waist, pulling her in so that now the beats of their hyperactive child could be felt on his own body.

"Or she," Clara had said quickly, rising up on her tiptoes and pressing a chaste kiss to the corner of his mouth.

The fact that a blush still crept into his cheeks at gestures such as this made Clara giggle.

"Or she," the Doctor said into her hair.

"I'm happy with either one."

There were also bad days.

Like the day Jenny and Vastra came into the bookshop, clutching several Manila folders to their chests, and speaking of how their list of clients got bigger and bigger everyday. Strax followed behind them, also carrying files under one arm.

Clara asked what they were talking about, and the Doctor explained that working at the shop was just a side job for them; the two women were and always had been private investigators. Except no good luck had befallen them until they solved a large case involving a famous drug lord; since then, their phones had been ringing into the night.

That night, the two women knocked on the door to the Doctor and Clara's apartment, looking pensive even as Clara let them in.

"Because of all the clients we've been getting, Vastra and I have begun renting an office," Jenny said, the slightest quiver in her voice.

She looked directly at the Doctor, "And I don't think it's going to be possible to work here anymore... Not if we really want to do well..."

Though his words were congratulatory and understanding, their was a glint of sadness in those green eyes of his. One which made Clara's heart ache, and the baby restless.

After they left, a minor comment on Clara's part had led to him snapping at her. She had snapped back, and an argument had ensued. He'd locked himself in the bathroom, and it was hours before he emerged.

Even when he returned to bed that night, she had refused to talk to him, his hurtful words ringing in her ears, and singing her to sleep.

Though there were good days and bad days, there was only one thing the Doctor could think of on that day.

Damn Lord Voldemort.

Had it not been enough to murder entire families because of a prejudice based on blood? Had it not been enough to be the most feared dark wizard in the world?

Apparently not, since his return in the fourth Harry Potter film had sent his wife into labour.

Yes. Really.

And now here they were at the hospital, thirteen hours later, and still no child.

It wasn't anybody's fault, not really, but oh how he wished she hadn't turned down the drugs.

A strong contraction rippled through her swollen belly, and the Doctor felt the joints in his hand pop as she squeezed.

He winced, but said nothing.

Clara inhaled sharply, tears filling her eyes when the pain refused to subside. She blinked and the tears mixed with the beads of sweat rolling down her forehead.

"I'm so sorry, Clara" he whispered, pushing one of her curls out from her face, "He'll be out soon, just... just keep trying."

She whimpered in response.

The nurse told her to push and she did. When told to stop, she slumped back onto the hospital bed, exhausted.

Their baby wasn't in the normal position to be born, and this more than anything made Clara's job of giving birth a hundred times more difficult.

"Doctor," she gasped, "Let's never have to do this again."

Her eyes squeezed shut, "God, this is not nice!"

The nurse told her to push again, so she did, letting out a loud shout in the process.

"Ah!"

A swell of relief came over her mind and body as cries filled the room.

"Boy," her doctor said.

Her head fell back onto the pillow, a happy but tired smile growing on her face.

"You did it," the Doctor said, voice cracking as one of the hospital staff handed her a tiny pink little boy wrapped in a light blue blanket.

"I did," she said, holding her baby close.

She traced the pad of her thumb over the curve of her child's forehead.

Tears leaked from her eyes, soaking through the thin fabric of her hospital gown and coalescing on the already damp skin beneath.

"My god he's so beautiful," she breathed, "I don't think I've ever seen anything so beautiful in my entire life. Oh god this isn't real. I'm going to wake up and it's going to all have been one terrific dream."

She half-sobbed, half-laughed, and leaned forward to press a soft kiss to his tiny forehead.

The child squirmed, uttering a short cry.

She shushed him gently, and much to her surprise he listened, instead opting to look up at her with wide, alert chocolate brown eyes.

The Doctor stood frozen, looking down at the adorable creature in his wife's arms.

"He's so tiny," he stuttered.

"Yeah well, he's a baby you see," Clara chuckled, her eyelids drooping with exhaustion.

"What should we name him," the Doctor asked.

"I was sure the baby was a girl, so I looked up those names, but I also found a name I really liked in case the baby was a boy: David."

"I like it," the Doctor said, "David. David Smith. It's a brilliant name!"

They went silent for a moment, watching as the Doctor outstretched his hand and the baby's fingers curled around his index finger.

"I love you," Clara said quietly to him.

He looked up from the baby to her, but he found that the exhaustion had finally pulled her under.

She had gone to sleep.

Taking David from her arms, he leaned forward and lay a gentle kiss on each of her closed eyelids, "I love you too."

The End

A/N: I would like to thank every one of the people who reviewed, favorited, and followed this story. I still find it amazing how well received this story was (no flames!) Wow. I'm surprised that a month flew by writing this! What do I do now?! Ah well, thank you!