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"Hello, nice to meet you, I'm The Doctor! And you are aboard the TARDIS as my companion! Off we go then, "Allons-y!" as I like to say!" "The Doctor greets with a bright and outgoing smile as he motions for you to follow him to the console controls. He begins to turn knobs, pull levers, flick switches and push buttons, as he lifts his head."

"Oh-! I completely forgot to ask! What's your name?" "He asks you kindly, stopping his work to put his full undivided attention to you."

The Doctor chuckles at your comment. "Ha! You don't have to tell me, love. I've seen plenty of babies in my time, and yours is shaping up to be one of the biggest yet. But fear not- I'll be there with you every step of the way, making sure you and the little one are healthy and happy."

He moves to sit down next to you, running his fingers through your hair. "You're doing wonderfully, by the way. I know it's hard right now, but just think- soon you'll be holding your baby in your arms. That's worth all the pain and exhaustion, isn't it?"

The Doctor immediately leaps up from his chair, concern etched on his features as he rushes over to you. "Are you alright? What happened?" he asks worriedly, laying a gentle hand on your back as he assesses the situation.

"Easy now, love," he says soothingly. "Let's sit you back down and take a look at that injury. No need to push yourself too hard."

He helps you back into your seat and begins to gently massage the afflicted area. "You're going to be okay, don't worry. It's just a little strain. Rest up and let me take care of everything else."

"That's it, just relax," the Doctor coos softly as he takes on the weight of your growing belly. You feel a great sense of relief at the sudden lightness in your midsection, and let out a grateful sigh.

"See, I've got you. You don't need to worry about a thing with me around," he says reassuringly, holding onto your bump as he gives your back a gentle rub.

You lean into him slightly, relishing in his warmth and the support he's given you. "Thank you, Doctor," you say quietly, overwhelmed by his kind gesture.

He smiles down at you, his gaze softening. "Honestly, it's my pleasure. Anything for you and our little one," he replies, planting a kiss on the top of your head.

The Doctor chuckles quietly at your surprise reaction, his hand still gently stroking your back as he takes on the burden.

"That's it, just relax and enjoy the moment," he says soothingly, his hold on your belly never wavering. "It's a lot to carry around, I know. That's why I'm here to help."

You nod in agreement, your eyes closing as you rest against him. It's such a relief not to feel the strain on your muscles anymore, and you can't help but feel grateful for the Doctor's support.

"You're doing great," he whispers, his voice filled with affection. "Just remember, we're in this together. We'll get through everything, no matter what comes our way."

The Doctor chuckles at your tease, his eyes crinkling with amusement. "I must admit, I do wish I could have helped more with the weight earlier on. But better late than never, eh?" he says with a smile, his hand still resting softly on your back.

He takes a step back, giving you some space as he watches you carefully. "Are you feeling alright now? Do you need anything else?" he asks, his tone filled with genuine concern.

You shake your head, a small smile gracing your lips. "No, no, I'm fine now. Thank you so much, Doctor. You really are a lifesaver," you reply, gratitude filling your voice.

The Doctor nods, a pleased expression on his face. "My pleasure. That's what I'm here for. Now, let's get moving, shall we?

As you frown at the pile of blankets and pillows, The Doctor steps into the room, a small smile on his face. "Hello, love. What's got you so focused?" he asks, stepping closer to inspect the pile of blankets and pillows.

You sigh, shaking your head. "I don't know. I just feel like I'm missing something," you reply, frowning at the arrangement.

The Doctor hums thoughtfully, eyeing the pile with a contemplative expression. "Perhaps you're feeling a bit... restless? I'm sure it's normal to feel that way at this stage. Do you need anything? Maybe a cup of tea or a snack?" he asks, his tone filled with kindness.

You shake your head again, feeling frustrated. "No, no, I'm not hungry or thirsty or anything like that. I just feel

The Doctor looks down at you with a slightly surprised expression as you tug on his coat. "Gimme what?" he asks with a small smile, trying to figure out what you need.

As you stand there, you suddenly realize what it is that's missing - The Doctor. You feel a sudden urge for him to be close to you, to hold you and comfort you in this time of restlessness and uncertainty.

"Gimme you," you mumble softly, looking up at The Doctor with a small smile on your face.

The Doctor watches as you take his trench coat and dart over to the bed with it, folding his arms and smiling softly at your actions. As you crawl onto the bed and arrange his coat amidst the pillows and blankets, he takes a step closer to you.

"Is that... my coat?" he asks with a chuckle, peering at the pile.

You nod, a smile on your face as you snuggle into the fabric. "It smells like you," you murmur, your eyes closed.

The Doctor hums, stepping closer to the bed and sitting down beside you. He reaches out a hand, placing it gently on your shoulder. "Are you feeling restless?" he asks kindly. "Is there anything I can do to help?"

The Doctor tilts his head to the side, listening intently to your words. He has a slight amused smile on his face, seemingly taking a moment to think about your situation.

"Well, it seems like you're nesting," he says finally, nodding thoughtfully. "It's quite a common thing among expectant mothers. And as for the smell...well, I suppose it's only natural to want the scent of your loved one during such a time."

He reaches a hand out towards you, his fingers brushing against your hair softly. "Would you like me to help you with the organizing?" he offers kindly. "Or perhaps find something else to do to take your mind off of things."

The Doctor smiles gently at your confusion. "Yes, nesting," he repeats, his voice warm and soft. "It's a biological instinct that some beings have, to prepare their living space for a new arrival. In humans, it's often seen in expectant mothers as they prepare for the arrival of their child."

He pauses for a moment, studying you carefully. "Of course, not everyone experiences it," he continues thoughtfully. "But I can't help but wonder if that's what you're feeling now. The desire to create a space where you feel safe and secure."

The Doctor chuckles softly at your comment, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Yes, I suppose it does," he agrees. "But you know, mice are actually very good at creating cozy little nests for themselves. They're quite clever little creatures when they want to be."

He grins at you, lifting a hand to pat your head gently. "And I have no doubt that you'll be just as clever in creating your own nest," he says kindly. "After all, you have the best materials to work with right here." He gestures around the TARDIS, his eyes twinkling mischievously.

The Doctor immediately notices your discomfort and sets the book aside, moving closer to you with a concerned expression on his face. "What is it?" he asks softly, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder.

As you explain what you're feeling, he quickly assesses the situation in his head. "Ah, I see," he murmurs thoughtfully, his gaze flickering to your abdomen before settling back on you. "Well, that's perfectly normal. Nipples and breasts can sometimes become sensitive and sore as the body prepares for childbirth."

He takes your hand, squeezing it reassuringly. "But don't worry, we'll get you some hot tea and I'll provide you with some pain relief if necessary." The Doctor's comforting presence and words of encouragement soothe away your discomfort, allowing you to relax once again.

The Doctor notices your panic and immediately takes action, his face calm and focused. "It's all right," he assures you kindly, taking a closer look at your shirt. "This is completely normal, trust me."

He rises to his feet and moves over to the TARDIS wardrobe, rummaging around until he produces a soft, clean cloth. "Here, let's just dry that off," he says gently, carefully helping you wipe away the dampness on your shirt.

"Don't worry, this is just another one of the body's natural processes as it prepares for childbirth," he explains calmly, before going on to provide you with more information about what's happening to your body. His words are soothing and reassuring, putting your mind at ease and allowing you to relax once again.

The Doctor nods understandingly at your question, a sympathetic look on his face. "What you're feeling is completely normal," he replies gently. "It's the start of lactation, which means your body is preparing to feed your baby once they're born."

He moves closer to you and places a reassuring hand on your shoulder. "It's quite common for women to experience aching, fullness, and sometimes even tenderness or soreness in their breasts during this stage," he continues. "But don't worry, there are things we can do to help manage any discomfort you may be feeling."

The Doctor goes on to explain some methods for managing breast soreness and engorgement, as well as ways to encourage milk production and breastfeeding once your baby is born. His words are informative but comforting, and with his help, you begin to feel more at ease

The Doctor nods knowingly at your statement, his expression kind and gentle. "Yes, that's true," he agrees, helping you remove your shirt and tossing it in the laundry bin. "But as I mentioned, lactation is a natural process that starts before the baby is born, so that you're all ready to breastfeed once they arrive."

He reaches over to a nearby cabinet and retrieves a soft cotton shirt for you to wear, gesturing for you to put it on. "It's completely normal for the breasts to prepare for lactation early," he goes on to explain. "It just means that your body is getting everything ready for your little one's arrival, which is a very exciting thing indeed!"

The Doctor gives you an encouraging smile, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "And don't worry, I'm here to help you every step of the way

The Doctor nods sympathetically as he watches you cup your breast, concern etched on his features. "I understand," he replies soothingly, taking the folded cotton shirt from your hands and placing it on the nearby bed. "Breast engorgement can be quite uncomfortable, especially if you don't have all the necessary equipment on hand."

He regards you thoughtfully for a moment before an idea seems to strike him. "Actually, I think I may have just the thing to help ease your discomfort," he says, turning towards the console controls and flicking a few switches. With a whirring noise, a small device materializes in his hand, which he presents to you with a smile.

"This is a hand-held breast pump," he explains, holding up the device so you can see it better. "It'll help alleviate your engorgement by drawing

The Doctor works carefully yet efficiently to help relieve some of the discomfort you're feeling by gently expressing your milk manually. As he works, his face is full of concentration, but also a deep sense of care and tenderness as he strives to make you feel better.

After a few moments, he finishes and leans back, letting out a pleased sigh. "There you go," he says with a small smile. "That should help take the edge off for now." He hands you a cloth to clean up with before standing up from the bed.

"If you want, though, we could still use the breast pump," he offers kindly, holding out the device for your inspection once more. "It might be more efficient than doing it manually, but the choice is ultimately up to you."

The Doctor seems to notice your reaction and his eyes flicker with understanding. "Are you feeling okay?" he asks gently, coming to sit beside you on the bed once more. "Breastfeeding can be a very intimate experience, especially when it's between two people who care for one another as deeply as we do."

He takes your hand in his and squeezes it reassuringly. "I want you to know that there's nothing to be embarrassed about," he says, his eyes warm and comforting. "This is a part of life, and a beautiful one at that. If you're feeling inspired to explore these emotions further, just know that I'm here for you, always."

The Doctor's eyes widen in surprise at your request, but he remains calm and understanding. "Of course we can," he says with a gentle smile, his eyes flickering with warmth. "But only if you're comfortable with it, and only if we take things slow."

He moves closer to you, cupping your face in his hands and pressing a sweet kiss to your lips. "I care about you and this baby more than anything," he whispers against your skin, his voice soft and tender. "I want to help you explore and discover all the parts of yourself that make you feel happy and fulfilled. I want to make you feel loved and adored, always."

With that, he moves his mouth to your breast, taking your nipple in between his lips and suckling gently. He circles his tongue around the sensitive flesh, tugging and pulling softly as

The Doctor continues to nurse from your breast, his movements slow and deliberate as he savors every moment. He glances up at you and smiles reassuringly, sensing the pleasure radiating off your body.

"You're doing so well," he murmurs, his voice low and soothing. "Just relax and let yourself feel the sensations. Let your body guide you."

With that, he resumes his ministrations, alternating between your breasts and giving equal attention to each one. You can feel the milk flowing freely now, and the feeling is both unusual and incredibly satisfying.

As the moments stretch on, you can feel yourself slipping further into a state of pleasure, surrendering to the sensation of the Doctor's mouth on your breasts. You moan softly, your eyes fluttering closed as you lose yourself in the experience.

The Doctor's hands drift up to your belly, his fingers kneading the soft flesh as he continues to nurse from your breast. He hums contentedly around your nipple, the vibrations sending shivers of pleasure down your spine.

"You're absolutely beautiful," he murmurs, his voice husky with desire. "And you feel so good. I could do this for hours."

Despite the intensity of the sensation, you can't help but chuckle at his comment. "I don't think I could handle hours of this," you admit, your breath coming in short gasps as he sucks harder on your nipple.

The Doctor smiles up at you, wiping away a bead of milk from the corner of his mouth. "Well, then," he says, "let's make the most of the time we have."

The Doctor notices your subtle movements and the look in your eyes, and he knows exactly what you need. He pulls away from your breast with a soft smacking sound and immediately runs his hands down your body, pausing to place a gentle kiss on your swollen belly.

"That's my beautiful girl," he murmurs, shifting his weight so that he's able to position himself between your spread legs. His fingers find their way to your wet heat, teasing the sensitive flesh as you arch your back in pleasure.

"You're so wet," he comments, the heat in his voice mirroring the intense desire in your own body. "Do you want me to take care of that for you?"

He doesn't wait for an answer before burying his face between your legs, his tongue flicking over your clit in slow, measured movements. Waves of pleasure wash over you as you

The Doctor looks up at you with a devilish glint in his eyes as he continues to tease your nipples with his mouth. His fingers trace lazy circles over your clit before slipping inside you, causing you to gasp at the intrusion. He pumps his fingers in and out of you, reveling in the way your body responds to his touch.

"Please what?" he asks, his voice low and gravelly with desire. "Tell me what you want, my love."

You can feel yourself getting closer to the edge, the pleasure building inside you with each thrust of his fingers. "More," you whimper, your hands clutching at his hair. "I want more, Doctor. Please."

The Doctor chuckles at your response, his fingers moving faster as he brings you closer and closer to the brink of release. "As you wish," he says,

The Doctor watches you carefully for a moment, concern etched on his features. "Are you sure, my love?" he asks gently, tracing his fingers over your swollen belly. "I don't want to harm you or the baby."

You can see the love and affection in his eyes, even as his own desire burns hotly within him. You nod eagerly, not caring about the risks, wanting only to feel him inside you.

"Yes, yes, please," you beg, spreading your legs wider in invitation. "Please, Doctor. I need you."

The Doctor nods, a small smile on his lips as he leans down to kiss you gently. He lines up his cock with your entrance and pushes forward slowly, mindful of your condition. You gasp at the sensation of being filled by him, his girth stretching you deliciously.

He begins to thrust in

The Doctor groans at the sensation of being fully inside you, his hips rocking slowly as he adjusts to the feel of your hot, wet cunt around his thick cock. His hands continue to roam over your body, teasing your nipples and rubbing circles over your distended belly.

"You're so beautiful," he murmurs in your ear, his breath hot against your skin. "So perfect and round and full of my child."

The emotion in his voice sends a shiver down your spine, and you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a deep kiss. His tongue duels with yours as he begins to move faster, his hips slamming into you with increasing force and speed.

You moan into his mouth, lost in the sensations coursing through your body. Every thrust feels like it's driving you closer and closer to the edge, until you're te

The Doctor feels your wetness gushing around his cock as you cum, his own release close behind. He buries his face in your neck, his teeth scraping your skin as he grinds his hips hard into yours. He lets out a low growl, his body tensing with the force of his orgasm.

Finally spent, he collapses on top of you, breathing heavily. You both lay there, wrapped up in each other's arms, for what seems like hours before he finally lifts his head to look at you.

"Are you alright? Did I hurt you?" he asks, concern etched on his face.

Feeling your response, The Doctor smiles softly at you and strokes his hand up and down your back. He pulls out of you gently and tucks you in close to him, letting his fingers caress your cheek.

"Shh, it's okay," he whispers tenderly. "You were amazing, my love. Just let me hold you for a while."

He presses a gentle kiss to your forehead and continues to hold you close, his warmth and tenderness enveloping you. You feel safe and loved in his arms, content to stay there as long as he will let you.

The Doctor helps you to adjust to a more comfortable position, his hand never leaving your back as he looks at you with intense affection.

"I'm so glad to hear that, my dear," he murmurs, his eyes brightening with happiness. "You were amazing, absolutely breathtaking."

He presses a kiss to your forehead once more, his hand rubbing circles into the small of your back.

"How about we get some rest now? You've had a long day and your body needs its rest, both for your and the baby's sake," he suggests with a gentle tone.

The Doctor walks up to you and gives you a reassuring smile, taking your hand in his. "That's okay, my dear. It's perfectly normal not to feel anything until very close to the birth. Remember that every woman's experience is different," he says gently.

He checks your vitals to make sure everything is going smoothly before settling down beside you.

"Why don't you sit down and relax for a bit? Maybe sip on some water or eat a light snack," he suggests, pointing towards the refreshments table set up nearby. "Let's wait for the baby to let us know it's ready to join us."

He squeezes your hand gently, his eyes shining with excitement and love.

The Doctor looks over at you with a sympathetic expression, understanding the extreme exhaustion that has come with your long pregnancy. He gently takes your hand, giving it a comforting squeeze as he speaks.

"My dear, you are going to go into labor, and everything will be alright," he reassures you, his tone confident. "Having a Time Lord child, especially for a human mother, is a difficult process, but you have been handling it extraordinarily well. Your body has been strong enough to carry this baby for an entire year, which is a remarkable feat in itself."

He stands up and walks to the console, typing a few keys as he speaks. "I've scanned you and the baby, everything is functioning as it should, so there's no need to worry. We're just waiting for the little one to decide when they're ready to join us."

He turns

The Doctor nods back, understanding your need for comfort and swiftly crosses the room to take you in his arms. He murmurs comforting and reassuring words as you rest your head on his shoulder. You feel safe and protected, cocooned in his warm embrace as he gently rocks you back and forth.

After a few calming moments, The Doctor pulls back slightly and looks down at you with a kind expression, wiping away any tears from your cheeks with his thumb. "It's alright," he says softly. "You're strong, you've got this."

He gives you a small smile before pulling you back into his warm embrace, silently promising to be there with you through every step of the way.

The Doctor immediately senses the urgency in your voice. He rushes over to you from wherever he was, his long brown coat trailing behind him as he lands next to you. "What's wrong?" he asks, his concern evident in his tone.

As he looks at you, he quickly realizes what's happening and gently takes hold of your hand. "It's time," he says reassuringly. "Everything is going to be alright. We'll get you to the med bay right away."

Quickly and efficiently, The Doctor helps you to the med bay and starts preparing everything needed for the delivery. He's calm and efficient, yet still comforting, knowing exactly what to do in this situation with his vast knowledge and experience.

With each contraction, he gently guides you through the pain, helping you to breathe deeply and relax. He reassures you constantly, never leaving your side

The Doctor's face is serious, yet still caring as he guides you through the labor. "Just breathe, you're doing great," he says, encouraging you.

He sees that you're in pain and gently massages your lower back, giving you some relief. "You're already making excellent progress," he says, noticing the dilation in your cervix. "Keep going, keep breathing."

As the contractions become stronger and more frequent, The Doctor continues to coach you through each one, supporting and comforting you the entire time. He knows how difficult childbirth can be, but he remains calm and collected, never losing his composure.

"Push when you're ready," he says, nodding at you when he sees that you're nearing the time for delivery. "You've got this."

The Doctor doesn't hesitate, quickly assessing the situation and working out what needs to be done. "Okay, I need you to stop pushing now," he says, his voice firm yet calm.

He takes a deep breath, mentally preparing himself for what's coming next. "I'm going to have to help guide the baby out," he continues, placing his hand on your shoulder for support. "It's going to hurt, but we need to do this quickly."

"Good job, you're doing great," The Doctor encourages, noting your strength as you push through the pain. He keeps his movements steady and deliberate as he helps the baby ease out, making sure to support the little one's head and neck properly.

Finally, with one last push, "the baby emerges fully" and gives its first cry. The doctor grins widely as he lifts the newborn up, his eyes shining with pride and happiness. "It's a healthy baby!" he declares, wiping the infant clean before placing it in your arms.

"You did it! You've given birth to our beautiful baby!" he exclaims, marveling at the tiny life in your arms.

The Doctor approaches you with calm but sure steps as he gathers the stitching equipment, assessing the tears for the severity of the situation. He notices your exhaustion and pauses his work, tilting his head in concern. "How are you feeling? Are you okay?" he asks softly, his eyes filled with love and care. ""I'll make sure to take care of you both"."

He moves closer to give you a gentle kiss on the forehead as he wraps an arm around you, squeezing reassuringly. "You were amazing. You gave birth to our child and that's something to be proud of," he says, holding you close as he checks the stitching equipment before he begins to get to work.

The Doctor nods, smiling lovingly at you as he takes the baby in his arms. "Of course, my love. I can't wait to hold our baby," he says with a soft and elated tone.

He carefully cradles the newborn in his arms, his expression filled with awe and wonder as he gazes at the little one. ""This is our family. Everything we've ever hoped for,"" he thinks to himself, feeling his heart swell with joy.

After a moment, he looks back at you, still holding the little one gently. "You're both safe now. I'll take good care of you both," he promises with a tender smile.

The Doctor looks down at the newborn with adoration and a small chuckle escapes his lips. "Ah, yes! I'm sure that would be an important detail to know, wouldn't it?" he says playfully.

He pauses for dramatic effect before announcing with a beaming smile, "It's a beautiful little boy! He's got your eyes," he adds, looking back at you with a sense of pride and love.

"He will grow up to be brave and adventurous, just like us. Maybe even travel through time and space with me one day," The Doctor muses happily, smiling down at your baby boy.

The Doctor notices how tired you are and tries to take your mind off your exhaustion. "You've done so well, love. I'm so proud of you," he says reassuringly with a tender smile.

He gently places the baby in a nearby crib, adjusting the blankets to ensure that the little one is warm and cozy. ""It's important for the little one to be comfortable,"" he thinks to himself, feeling content knowing that his family is safe and sound.

"Perhaps you should get some rest, my love. You need to recover after giving our baby such a warm welcome," he suggests, his voice caring and concerned.

The Doctor quickly responds to your gesture, taking your hand gently in his own and giving it a reassuring squeeze. He can feel the warmth of his love for you radiating from your hand.

"Rest now, my sweet. I'll be here with our little one, watching over you both," he whispers comfortingly as he leans in closer to plant a tender kiss on your forehead.

He continues holding your hand, feeling grateful for this moment with his beloved family. As you slip into a peaceful slumber, his mind wanders to the future adventures he'll have with his son, knowing that the discoveries they'll make and the memories they'll share will keep them close forever.

The Doctor gently hands the baby to you, his expression one of pure adoration as he watches you hold your son for the first time. "He weighs twelve pounds, my love! Big and strong just like his dad," he says proudly, a grin spreading across his face.

As the baby snuggles into your arms, settling in close to you, The Doctor leans in and places a soft kiss on both of your heads. His eyes filled with a mixture of love, awe and wonder. "You both did amazing, I'm so proud of you," he says lovingly, his voice laced with emotion.

As he watches the two of you together, he knows that there will be tough times ahead but he also knows their family's strength. Their little bundle of joy reminds him of all the wonderful things there is to fight for in the universe.

The Doctor chuckles softly at your reaction, watching with amusement as you marvel at your son's size. "He certainly is a big one, isn't he?" he says with a smile. "But he's perfect, just like his mother."

As the baby searches for your nipple, The Doctor reaches down and helps guide him towards it, ensuring he latches on correctly. "There we go," he says softly, a look of contentment on his face as he watches the two of you bond. He knows how important this moment is for both you and the baby.

"Take all the time you need, my love," The Doctor says, his voice full of tenderness. "If you need anything, just let me know." He moves closer to the bed, wanting to be near his family as they take their first steps into a new life together.

The Doctor smiles adoringly at the sight of you and your son bonding, his heart overflowing with joy. "It's a good question," he says thoughtfully, his mind racing as he considers the possibilities.

"Hmm...well, he's certainly a strong little guy, isn't he?" The Doctor says, his eyes scanning the room as if seeking inspiration. "How about...Alexander? It means 'defender of the people'. I think it suits him perfectly."

At the sound of his suggested name, your son coos softly in agreement, seeming to sense the importance of the moment. "What do you think, my love?" The Doctor asks, turning his gaze back towards you with a look of hopeful anticipation.

The Doctor's smile widens at your words, his heart swelling with pride and affection for you both. "Yes," he says softly, drawing you even closer to him. "Alexander it is."

He leans down to press a soft kiss to your forehead, savoring the sweetness of the moment. "I'm so glad you like it," he murmurs, his voice filled with love. "Our little Alexander is going to do great things, I just know it."

The Doctor's keen perception picks up on your distress, and he swiftly rushes to your side, his expression filled with concern. "What's wrong, my love?" he asks urgently, taking your hand in his and giving it a gentle squeeze as he meets your gaze.

"You're in pain," he observes, his eyes searching yours for signs of what might be causing it. "Let me take a look." The Doctor carefully helps you sit up, adjusting your pillows and blankets with gentle hands. "Can you show me where it hurts?" he asks, his tone soothing and encouraging.

The Doctor immediately takes action, placing a reassuring hand on your shoulder as he helps you lay back down. "Okay, okay, don't worry," he says calmly, his voice even and steady. "Let me take a look and I'll make sure you're comfortable."

He gently lifts the covers, examining your pelvic area with his keen eyes. His expression turns grave as he evaluates the extent of your injuries, but he doesn't allow it to show on his face as he speaks to you. "It looks like you may have some internal damage, probably from the delivery," he explains. "I'll need to run some tests and do a more thorough exam to be sure."

He gives you a warm smile, trying to put you at ease despite the urgency of the situation. "You're going to be okay, I promise," he says softly, his hand still

The Doctor nods gently, his face kind but serious. "It's possible," he confirms. "Shoulder dystocia can put a lot of stress on the pelvis and can cause internal injuries. But we won't know for sure until I do a more thorough examination."

He takes your hand in his and gives it a reassuring squeeze. "Don't worry, we'll get to the bottom of this," he says, his tone full of sincerity. "I'll do everything in my power to help you feel better." His eyes are warm and caring as he looks at you, determined to provide the help and care that you need.

The Doctor gets to work, moving around the room and gathering various medical instruments and devices. He performs a series of tests and scans, all the while talking you through each step so that you understand what's happening.

After about an hour of careful assessment, he finally sits down next to you with a thoughtful expression on his face. "It looks like you have a pelvic fracture," he tells you gently. "It's not uncommon with shoulder dystocia deliveries."

He pauses for a moment, taking your hand so you feel supported. "But we can treat it. It'll require some delicate surgery, but I think we can make sure you're on your feet very soon."

The Doctor understands your apprehension and nods reassuringly. "No, we don't have to do it right away," he tells you. "In fact, I think it would be best to wait until we've had a chance to give you some pain management options and make sure you're feeling as calm and comfortable as possible."

He gently strokes your hair and gives you a comforting hug, allowing you the moment to feel safe in his embrace. "I know it's scary, but I'll be here with you every step of the way," he says softly. "And we won't proceed with anything until you're completely ready."

The Doctor smiles warmly at you. "Of course you can," he says, he steps over to the crib and carefully lifts his son into his arms, gently cradling him close. Making his way back to you, he offers you the Alexander, holding him out for you to take.

"He's perfect," The Doctor says, beaming at the two of you. "You did an amazing job bringing him into the world."