"Come on, Clara, you can do this. Just one more push." Martha soothed as Clara's grip on her hand tightened. "One more, Clara, I promise."
"I can't do this." Clara sobbed loudly. "I can't do this!"
"You can, sweetheart, you can. Come on." Martha gently prompted as Clara's screams grew louder. The baby was close to being born. One more push, and it would be here. She had been considering names for a while. Thomas if it was a boy, but she was still stuck on girl names.
The pain was unbearable. Clara's face was bright red, she felt like she would die. It was so hard to breathe, like she was being crushed.
"Mar- Martha- I can't- do- th- this-" Clara wept, turning her head to face Martha. Although she was a doctor, Martha was also the only other companion of the Doctors that had actually stood by her. Well, as well as...
"Come on, Clara. I know you can do this." The blonde on her left said.
Clara's face contorted into a look of anguish. "Rose- I can't-"
"Yes, you can." Rose rubbed Clara's hand between her palms. "Do this for him, Clara. Do this for the Doctor."
Clara's head fell back as she gave one final push. She was relieved to hear the sound of a cry.
"Well done, Clara." Rose gently kissed Clara's hair as her own eyes filled with tears. She knew this was the life she could never have. She could never have children with TenToo. "Well done."
"He would be so proud, Clara." Martha sighed, placing a little bundle into Clara's arms. "It's a girl."
"What're you going to call her?"
Clara smiled at the little baby in her arms who reminded her so much of the Doctor, with her green eyes and floppy brown hair.
"Martha-Rose Oswald."