A/N: A series of short kiss-themed drabbles. And those are not going to be only "standard" kisses.
"Daddy?"
"Hmm?"
"That patch is empty. Why? Sky has no empty patches, you said".
Handy, aka John, aka Metacrisis Doctor, sighed. Despite him being only a half Timelord, all memories and feelings were kept in the right place of him. That was the patch where there had been the planet his fully-Timelord brother had been born. And dark brown eyes of the three-year-old girl in his arms were curiously blinking at that very patch - Handy had created the replica of the starry sky on the ceiling. Home astronomy lesson, if so. The little one-quarter-Timelady was fond of things like that.
"It wasn't always empty, Rhodie", he said, knowing he would tell a lie. He had never been there... with his body, but his soul and mind had been. "Well... there are no empty patches".
"I don't understand, Daddy".
"There are patches that wait for being filled with something new. You filled an empty patch of my life, and not only it".
"Really?"
"Really-really". Handy cuddled Rhodie tightly and kissed her on the forehead. "My everything".
A/N: Rhodie is the daughter of Rose and Handy, and her name is a combination: Rose + Handy ="Rody" = "Rhodie". Her full name is Rhodette Lilian Smith. And she's not going to be alone.
