You and the Doctor have been traveling for a long time together. And one day—after a very alcoholic infused adventure… with little memory of anything at all. You were kindly woken up to a strange sort of full sensation.

The sensation got worse and worse, and your belly kept growing. You were freaking out—as you should—and so was the 14th Doctor.

He got some scanning equipment or whatever sort of thingamajig he had built. And as you sat there by the TARDIS console, his hand moving a cool sort of object across your belly, so see where the problem laid.

His eyes widen as he saw the clumps of eggs buried deep inside you.

“No, no, no, no—that’s not possible. Humans aren’t supposed to—“ he looks closer, “…oh.”

“Oh, that’s… definitely Gallifreyan. That’s mine.”

He looks at you somewhat horrified and sheepish. “N-Not exactly sure how or why but… you got some time lords eggs inside you. A very very rare phenomenon.”

“And they’re most possibly… mine. F-From what we can gather.” He adds, rubbing his neck in a flustered manner. Not sure how to react or handle this situation at all.