The Doctor didn't know how to say it. He didn't. He couldn't figure out how to form the words or breathe through his vocal cords and just say it. It was almost too unreal.

And then, without preamble, it came out of his mouth. "She's pregnant."

He swallowed. "Judging by her body shape right about now she's nearing five months."

He let out another cynical laugh. Surreal. That was really, really an excellent word for it. "Guess I'm not the last of the Time Lords. Again."