Creative Writing: Kate Oswald's Life

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Kate Oswald’s birth did not go as planned. Between Clara’s water breaking in the middle of running, to the birth happening on the floor of the console, the Doctor had hardly found a moment to let himself breathe. How Clara managed to keep herself together during it all, he could never figure out. “You should rest,” he said. He adjusted the pillows behind her so she could sit up. Kate was fast asleep in her arms, her tiny thumb resting on her lips. “I don’t want to,” she said. “Maybe you should.” “Me?” he said, sitting down in the open space next to her. “I wasn’t the one who went through difficult labor and brought our child into this universe.” “Doctor, we both know how much stress this caused you.” It wasn’t just the birth that had caused …show more content…

They were the same shade as her father’s. He wanted to grumble about it, but he couldn’t bring himself to complain. She was perfect in every way. He put his finger beside her small hand. She squeezed it, causing his hearts to swell. He swore they were about to burst from the love he had for her. “It’s nice to know that she got one thing from you,” Clara said. She tried to hold back a giggle but failed. “Believe me,” he began. “She’ll have more than just my eyes.” “Like what?” she said. “You’re grumpiness and eyebrows?” “No, my Time Lord intelligence.” All she could do was smile at him. Of course, their daughter was going to be so much smarter and so much different than a regular human. She returned her attention back to Kate, finding herself mesmerized by her eyes. They were more than just like her father’s. They were like two tiny galaxies swirling around, their light touching every dark corner in the universe. She’d see those galaxies one day and marvel at them, just as her parents marveled at her. “She has galaxies in her eyes,” she said. “And entire universes too.” He was right. She was both her mother and father’s universe. They had collided at the right speed and at the right time to make her, filling the emptiness of space with light and leaving an echo that would be heard for billions of years to

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