The Doctor didn't know yet. He couldn't. He's had children before, they died. It broke him. And it would break him again. You couldn't tell him, but you had too. It was his child he needed to know.
"(Y/N) look what I brought!" The Doctor smiles at you while holding his old baby bed where he layed.
You smile at him but then frown.
"What is wrong darling?" He asked dropping the toys.
"I had a miscarriage while you were gone..." You mumble.
"R-really?" He stutters. You nod as a tear went down your cheek. He comes over and holds you.
"It's okay love" he runs his fingers through your hair.
"We will be okay, let's go somewhere. Get our mind off things. You choose" He smiles.
"I don't know" You whisper.
"Just think" He replies
"The 1980's" You say. The Doctor kissed you.
"That's perfect darling" He smiles
"Why?" You ask
"Because the eighties will help us get our minds off things. We can be sad later. Because I'm so tired of being sad" He whispers.
"Me too" You hug him.
