They were sitting down to dinner while they heard the front door slam shut and they both looked at each other. Clara shied away quickly and looked behind her to the door of the dining room. "Harry." She said with a hint of concern in her voice.

There was a deep sigh as the man appeared at the door covered in dirt and his clothes muddy. This wasn't the problem though he obviously came home like this most days but today was different he looked upset about something. Angry about it.

"What's he still doing here?" He snapped unreasonably.

"He's a friend that you offered to stay the night. Or a few nights. We don't mind" Clara responded defensively. She stood up excusing herself from the doctors company and pushing Harry outside the room into the hallway.

"What's the matter? Something happen at work?" Clara asked placing a hand on his arm and rubbing it. He flicked her hand off him and lowered his head painfully.

"I'm not hungry. I'm going to bed." Then sloppily he kissed her cheek and sulked off to bed. Clara grabbed his hand before he could walk off. "Wait." Clara said. "Tell me what's wrong? You were really rude to a guest, you loved yesterday? What's up?" She asked concerned for him.

"Work. Don't worry baby." He edged a smile onto his face before walking off into the bedroom and collapsing onto the bed.

"Everything alright? I can leave if you want some privacy?" The Doctor offered not really wanting to leave but doing what was necessary.

"No. Stay, he's just in a bad mood, after some decent sleep he'll be fine again." Clara smiled sitting back down across from him and finishing their meal. Maia was in bed early as she hadn't napped all day and so it was just the two of them as they watched Netflix until early hours of the morning that night.

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The next morning was hell for Clara. She was so tired from the previous night, they had stayed up very late. But what didn't help was that usually Harry would keep quiet as he woke up early for work but this morning he had no trouble being stroppy and not only waking Clara, but he woke Maia by slamming the door shut at 5:30 am.

Clara almost cried as she started to hear the screams from Maia. She was either afraid or just woken up and needed mummy.

So Clara crawled out of bed wrapped her thin dressing gown around her and walked to Maia's room. When she got there she realised the crying had stopped and there was the doctor sending her back to sleep.

"Thank you so much." Clara whispered as she closed the door to Maia's room. "I owe you one." She laughed

"You do not owe a thing you're letting me stay in your house." The Doctor stated to laugh as they walked into the kitchen to get some really early breakfast. "You should go back to bed. You don't have to stay up because of Maia. I've got it covered." The doctor said as they sat at the kitchen table.

"I wouldn't be able to go back to sleep now." Clara sighed leaning forward and resting her forehead on the table.

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The Doctor had offered to go to the shops and get some bits for Clara as Maia wasn't feeling well and Clara was stressing out quite a lot that morning after breakfast.

Clara was in Maia's room, sat in the rocking chair where Clara had often used when she tried to get Maia to sleep when she was very young. Clara was now leaning over Maia's crib, her eyes were red and she was extremely tired, she had a headache and she was stroking Maia's head trying to calm her.

The last thing she wanted to hear was a slammed front door and Harry coming home early and in a mood. Maia had fallen asleep and so she braved it and hoped he was in a better mood that yesterday.

"Harry." Clara said happily putting on a fake smile as they stood opposite each other in the hallway.

"What's the matter? Why do you look like you've been beat up?" Harry said harshly, he was in a foul mood, much worse than yesterday. However Clara did look rough. It wasn't her fault though.

"Maia's sick." Clara grunted getting angry. Harry sighed, he had no patience for people being sick, so he wandered off into the bedroom. "If your going to sulk off to bed at least say goodnight to Maia, she hasn't seen you all day today nor yesterday." Clara sighed resting her head in her hand slightly.

"Well if she's sick, I can't risk getting it can I?" He shouted at Clara. It made her feel horrible. Harry wasn't usually like this. If she didn't already look dreadful she looked awful now.

"I'm sorry alright? It's just a bit stressful at work at the moment." Harry had said in still a harsh way.

He did as Clara had said and went to see Maia. Of course he was gentle and loving to her. Maia was daddy's little girl. Harry however didn't want to go to bed like Clara had suggested so instead he took Maia into the living room and played with her as they watched television together.

This allowed Clara to go lie down for half an hour or so.