The first child that the Doctor welcomed was a baby girl, he named her Adelina. Names had been both an important and important thing to the Doctor. After all, a name was your title in life it is the first thing that people learn about you. Then again, nothing defines you except for you.

On the day she was born, her eyes were a beautiful grey color. One that reminded him of the steam that came off tea kettles or the mist that covered the window when you blew on it. The mysterious color had been the girl's gift into distracting her father for hours on end. As she grew older, that color was never lost.

Adelina was the perfect first child, in a sense that she absolutely adored her younger siblings. Even despite being so close in age, she was always offering some kind of advice to her sister about the world or making sure her little brother didn't put the sonic in his mouth.

Most young girls abandoned the idea of dolls years before their teenage years, but as he would pass by her bedroom he would smile to himself as he saw a tiny little plastic baby set out over the pillow wrapped up in a hand towel.

It was like a second nature to her to be so loving to everything that needed or wanted it, or that didn't. It almost made the Doctor worry. Worry that maybe it'd come to a point where her need to help people prevented her from taking care of herself.

But as she reached adulthood, he realized that the young little girl taping up the bird's wing that had flown into their window was slowly slipping away. In a way, he always knew that she would leave him for something that needed her full attention and care, but she was his baby girl.

His baby girl, those three words were the reason behind many scorns that wishful suitors received. When she was old enough to, she eventually did leave him. But not for a man, she had proved upon many nights where other girls would be out with boys that a man was not something she wanted in life although one night she had mentioned that it would be a delightful bonus.

She had left him for a child. He wasn't stupid, so he didn't believe for one second that his daughter was as pure as she made out to be. But when she came for a visit that one, pertruding just a little bit, he knew that man or not she was happy.

She had welcomed a baby boy. To which she promptly named him Lincoln. It was not among the least of names that the Doctor had suggested, but when he first caught glance of the dark eyed baby boy he knew it fit perfectly.

It broke her heart that that was the last child she could ever have. The Doctor knew of her dreams, a white picket fence with little feet running around the garden, and it broke his heart to see her so torn apart at the news. Lincoln was always confused as to why his mother started crying every time he mentioned the kids in his class getting little brothers or little sisters.

The Doctor tried his very best to make his daughter happy, to make his grandson happy, but in the end he just overwhelmed his baby girl. She didn't visit weekly anymore heck she barely came by once a year, it wasn't really his fault but it wasn't really hers either.

But one year at Christmas time, he was surprised to see the young loving girl in the form of a depressed lonely woman on his doorstep. Lincoln was rearing the age of his teenage years, and the Doctor was happy to see his other children share with their nephew the things that Lincoln's mother had told them all those years ago.

But what surprised him most was the large cardboard box filled with doll clothes, blankets, and the dolls themselves that Adelina had sent her son to get from their car. She handed it over to the second youngest daughter, his seventh child, giving only a warning to take care very good care of them.

He hadn't seen much of his Adelina since, and what made it even worse was that only the three children that had followed her missed her absence. The other nine never even noticed she wasn't there, but then again she had left before they were old enough to remember.

He missed his baby girl, dearly. But then again, she wasn't his anymore. She had been taken into the world, and given back to him.