I’m sure I’ve asked for this before, but here goes: Twelve x Clara baby fic? Say after “Conjunction” or that one AU ending story where it all went wrong after “In the Forest of the Night?”

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“Burning Bright”

Not babyfic, sorry, but what came to mind was a sequel to “Twist the sinews of thy heart”, in which the Doctor realizes they’re going to be parents.

The Doctor knew it immediately, not because of anything he observed in the world around him, but because he felt time and the universe and the order of things shift around him and resettle. He lay with Clara on that sofa in the library, sheltering her while she cried, and knew what had happened, would happen, was happening even then in her body. Knew it was a girl. Saw her for a moment, grown to adulthood, standing tall and strong and proud with her siblings. No more was granted him in that moment, and he stopped looking out of respect for the universe, and its wish to determine itself, to rearrange itself.

Knowing it would happen and knowing what Clara would make of it in the moment were two different things. So he said nothing. Held her, stroked her hair, kissed her forehead, wiped tears from her face with his thumb.

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