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Surprise Beginnings - Father!Doctor X Baby!Reader"I have a daughter?" The Doctor asked, shocked. "But, there's no way. River, and I... We didn't even- I can't have-"
"You do." the nurse interrupted his rambling, holding you out to him.
You looked up at your father, confused. He looked odd. Not like the soft, friendly looking faces of the nurses. Although, he still seemed friendly and strangely familiar. You attempted to smile, an adorable and toothless first smile.
"Well, hello there." your dad smiled, taking you gently in his arms. "Now, what should I name you? Nothing with a B, I don't like b-names. How about Haimi? No. Jacinda? No. Jade? Pretty, but no. Jaen? No, that means ostrich. You don't want to be called ostrich, do you?"
You giggled and shook your head. The nurse seemed a bit confused when your dad nodded. "I thought not. Now, what do you want to be called?" he listened as you babbled a bit. "___? Well, I suppose it's a nice name. Just be glad you're not a boy or you'd probably be named after me. Then there would be two Doc
First Steps - Father!Doctor X Child!Reader"Come on. You can do it, Sweetie." your dad said, crouching a foot away as you struggled to stand on your own. You wished he would just continue to carry you, but he'd insisted that you learn to walk. Annoyed at struggling to do something that you thought was unnecessary, you simply sat down and pouted instead. "Come on, ___." your father urged. "If you can walk over here, I'll give you a cookie!"
"Cookie!" you said excitedly. That was worth the struggle of walking. You pushed yourself up again so you were standing, wobbling a bit. You carefully put one foot forward, then the other in front of that. You went to take another step and stumbled forward. You managed to stop yourself from falling forward, only to fall backward instead.
Everything was silent for a moment, including your dad, which was more of a surprise than you falling. But instead of crying, you giggled and pushed yourself back up. Your dad sighed in relief as you continued walking toward him. With each step, you got more
Teenage TaoismGiving birth is the closest I’d ever felt to dying.
Before that, my near death experiences had consisted only of my silent announcement of pregnancy—silent, being that my social media accounts were all deleted almost simultaneously and I never returned to school in the fall, saying without really saying that I had caught the malicious disease of “teenage pregnancy”. I’m sure the whisper spread in the hallways like the Bubonic Plague. That September, sitting at home on what would have been the first day of my senior year, I imagined friends I’d never talk to again saying “she was only seventeen, and so full of life!” at my absence in the cafeteria tables, as if they were attending my funeral instead of talking about me behind my back.
"Full of life," I had snorted then, folding a never ending stream of what had once been my own baby clothes. "Literally."
I walked around like a zombie for the months of my pregnancy, deciding t
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