I do not own Doctor Who.
Doctor/Rose fic Hope you like it.
And yes I am fully aware that my English can be bad some times and I am working on it.
This is the Third part in my one-shot series Lullaby.
The lullaby is Connemara Cradle.
Lullaby III
Connemara Cradle
By Snake D'Morte
She was so small with soft brown hair locks and the amber eyes.
The Doctor couldn't believe that he had a child again and a daughter with Rose.
But he had and her name was Michaela Victoria and she was eight month old and perfect in all ways.
And today was the first time that the Doctor would be alone with his daughter the whole night, Rose was going to her mother's to celebrate something and the Doctor had as a good boyfriend said that he would take care of their princess.
Rose had not really wanted to go but the Doctor had convinced her to do it he had said that she needed some rest and having some fun that didn't involve baby things.
It had all being going really good, Michaela was an angel to her father, they had played with her toys and the Doctor had taught her simple words in English, he had bath her and had of course got as wet as she had, and even given her bananas which she loved just as much as he did.
But it was now time for bed and that was not something Michaela wanted she had had a fun day with her daddy and now he tried to ruin it with putting her in her cot no she was not having it not one bit.
And she told her daddy that loud and clear.
An hour later and the Doctor had still not managed to put his baby girl to sleep; said baby girl was still screaming her lungs out.
"Please Michaela why can't you just go sleepy bye?" the Doctor said
Then he got an idea he lifted the still crying girl up and told her that she didn't have to go to sleep, this made Michaela stop her crying and was now looking at her father with big brown eyes.
The Doctor walked to the star room and sat down with his baby girl in his lap.
He started to tell her about the stars. Soon did Michaela's eyes drop shut and put her thumb in her mouth.
"Dada sing," a tired muffle voice could be heard.
"Okay my little princess," the Doctor said and started to softly hum a song.
"On wings of the wind o'er the dark rolling deep
Angels are coming to watch over thy sleep
Angels are coming to watch over thee
So list to the wind coming over the sea
Hear the wind blow, love, hear the wind blow
Hang your head o'er and hear the wind blow
Hear the wind blow, love, hear the wind blow
Hang your head o'er, love, and hear the wind blow
The currachs are sailing way out on the blue
Chasing the herring of silvery hue
Silver the herring and silver the sea
Soon they'll be silver for my love and me" the Doctor sang softly while he run his fingers through Michaela's hair. "Hear the wind blow, love, hear the wind blow
Hang your head o'er and hear the wind blow
Hear the wind blow, love, hear the wind blow
Hang your head o'er, love, and hear the wind blow"
When he looked down to see if his baby girl was still awaken he meet by the sight of a deep sleeping little girl.
Slowly not to wake the girl up he waked into Michaela's room but when he tried to put her down he couldn't because she had a death grip on his shirt, the Doctor tried a few time to make her let go of his shirt but to no success.
So in the end he walked in to his and Rose's room and lied down still with Michaela in his arms.
"Well not what I had thought," The Doctor whispered to himself but with a smile and kissed the head of his time baby, "Good night my angel I love you."
The End