When We Travel | Whouffaldi

Oswin Oswald

Clara's POV

We followed my gran into the sitting room. I sat on the sofa and my gran sat next to me.

"Come on, don't keep me waiting! I want to see her!" she exclaimed. Oswin started to whimper, knowing that she was going to be held by someone she hadn't been with before.

"Hang on." the Doctor said as he placed a finger on Oswin's temple.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

He smiled as he removed his finger, "Just telling her that she will be safe in the arms of your gran, Clara. No need to worry." he gently handed Oswin to my gran, he then sat next to me.

"I never thought I would be here to see you have children of your own, Clara." she smiled, "She's beautiful."

"Well er... about that..." I started. I let out a sigh, "We're having another."

"Really?" she asked in shock.

"Really." the Doctor confirmed with a small smile, "It was kind of unexpected though."

"I don't want to get too personal but... Did you use protection?"

"Not for Oswin. We were kind of hoping for a child back then." I replied.

"This time though... The protection must've been faulty." the Doctor sighed.

"How many weeks?" she asked me.

"About two." I told her.

"When did you find out?"

"Well... I had morning sickness yesterday and this morning. I thought it was because of the dodgy fish the Doctor cooked a few days ago."

"At least I tried to cook!" he raised his hands up in surrender.

I smiled, "Yes... at least you TRIED." I looked back at my gran, "I also had three tests today. All positive." I then heard the sound of a car pulling up outside.

"That must be your father and your stepmother." my gran said as she passed Oswin to me.

"Great." I mumbled, "I already know that Linda is going to look down on me once again..."

"Don't listen to her, Clara." she assured. She then spoke to the Doctor, "Don't listen to her either, Doctor."

He sighed, "Linda will complain about the age difference." he muttered.

"If you don't mind me asking... how old are you exactly?" my gran questioned.

"Err it's all very confusing. Let's just say I'm over two thousand five hundred years old." he told her, "The age difference is... quite a lot."

I grabbed his hand, "Remember. I don't care about what Linda has to say about you. So you shouldn't care, Doctor."

"Dave will like you once you talk to him." my gran assured.

He chuckled nervously, "I don't think I should bring up how old I am then."

"You can if you want, Doctor. My dad or Linda can't stop me from being with you." I said.

He smiled at me before looking at my gran, "So you don't mind me being with Clara?" he asked.

"Of course not, dear!" she replied as I heard the front door open, "I know that you are perfect for each other!" she smiled. I gave Oswin to the Doctor as Linda and my dad entered the room. I kissed the Doctor on the cheek as I stood up. Linda walked straight by us and into the kitchen with some shopping bags. My dad placed his shopping bags on the floor as he pulled me into a hug.