Hey, next chapter! I just love writing how the Doctor and Rose look after Alfie! Anyhoo, hope you enjoy!

The Doctor held the tiny baby to his chest and smiled down at him. This was his and Rose's son and he was never going to let anything happen to him. Alfie meant the Doctor was no longer the 'Last Time Lord' although he was only half the Doctor thought Rose's genes more than added to make him a very good Time Lord in his future.

"Hey, shall we put you to bed little chap?" the Doctor stroked his soft downy hair. The baby wriggled and gently took hold of his father's finger. "I'll take that as a yes."

Placing the child in his cot the Doctor pulled the cover over Alfie and placed a soft tiger next to him.

"Do you wanna hear a story?" the Doctor asked sitting down in a nearby chair, "I'll tell you about your mum and me and our crazy adventures shall I?" The baby looked at him silently and his lip twitched.

"Right, let me tell you how we met…"

Rose looked at her watch and realised the Doctor was still putting Alfie down. She decided to go find him. Walking through the twisting TARDIS corridors she finally found Alfie's bedroom. She pushed open the door and stopped, leaning on the frame to watch the scene before her. The Doctor was standing on a chair doing a very energetic re-enactment of a sword fight.

"So then I lunged like this!" the Doctor pretended to jab an invisible weapon, "But the Sycorax leader chopped off my hand. Now, not to worry, your dad still does have his hand. I was still regenerating so I grew back like that." The Time Lord clicked his fingers. "You should have seen everyone's faces!"

"Er…Doctor, stop scaring poor Alfie, he's only two weeks old!" Rose spoke from her position in the doorway. The Doctor nearly fell off his chair in surprise.

"Why can't I tell him stories?" the Doctor pouted.

"Because he doesn't understand and you're probably scaring him half to death with all you're bouncing around," Rose replied.

"He understands," the Doctor protested, "Look, he's not scared at all and in fact he's asleep."

"Really?" Rose stepped into the room and walked over to the cot.

Alfie's bedroom was spectacular. It had appeared seconds after Alfie had been born; the TARDIS had created it there and then especially for the newborn. The room was circular and painted navy blue. There were pictures on this background including a space scene with the rocky ground. Aliens were drawn peeping out of craters, they were bright green and looked like any child's image of a creature from out of space but the Doctor told Rose that they were in fact Chikoks that lived on a planet called Galayle. The carpet was a lighter shade of blue and was incredibly soft. The lights in the room came in the form of thousands of tiny bulbs on the wall that looked like the stars in the night sky. Also there weren't just the bulbs there were real stars on the ceiling, looking up you could see right into space. Mars, Jupiter and Saturn shone brightly in the distance. The cot in the centre of the room was white and covered in silver stars.

Rose looked into Alfie's cot and was surprised to see the Doctor was actually correct. The child was soundly asleep, his small chest rising and falling rhythmically. He was dressed in a green baby gro with planets all over it.

"Isn't he sweet?" Rose whispered.

"Yes," the Doctor nodded.

"So when are we going to tell my mum?"

"Er…" the Doctor looked rather worried, "How about we don't?"

"Doctor, you can't expect me to keep this from my mum and then turn up when he's like six and say 'Oh by the way mum, me and the Doctor had a kid a few years ago and this is your grandson'," Rose replied.

"Why not? Then she doesn't have to go through all the dirty nappies and sick we have to. She should think of it as a favour," the Doctor shrugged.

"Doctor!" Rose punched him on the arm, "We will tell her when we next visit, right?"

"Ok, let me set the co ordinates as far away from Earth as possible," the Doctor grinned.

"No, you promise me that we go before Alfie is one month old. Otherwise I won't give you this back," Rose bartered, twirling his sonic screwdriver in her hand.

"Hey, no fair!" the Doctor tried to grab in vain for his beloved weapon.

"Promise?"

"Alright, now give it back!" the Doctor pleaded.

"Ok," Rose tossed the screwdriver to him, "Now, I'm going to bed."


The Doctor jumped nervously from foot to foot as they climbed the steps to Rose's flat.

"Do we have to do this?" he whined.

"Yes!"

"Ok, but if she starts breathing fire I'm making a run for it!" the Doctor stated, "And I'm leaving you behind."

"Whatever, you are coming whether you like it not," Rose replied. They finally reached the door to Jackie Tyler's flat and Rose knocked on it as the Doctor had his hands full with Alfie who was wide awake. The door was yanked open and a cross looking Jackie glared at them. The Doctor flinched.

"Steve…" Jackie started and then noticed it wasn't her untrustworthy boyfriend. "Rose! You're back early!" Rose's mother smiled and beckoned them in.

"How long have we been away?" Rose queried as she entered, shielding the baby from Jackie's view for the time being.

"About a month," Jackie answered as she led them into the living room. Rose shuddered involuntary. A month? When Rose had come last time she wasn't even pregnant and now she had a month old baby.

"Oh, ok," Rose gulped.

"Cup of tea?" Jackie questioned, "Let's here all your awful tales of horror…" It was at this moment Alfie whimpered and Jackie noticed him.

"A baby!" Rose's mum hurried over and took the baby from the Doctor, cradling it in her arms and cooing. The Doctor gave a disgruntled look. "Did you rescue him then? Where's he from? Who are his parents? Do you realise he has a rather fast heart beat?" The words flowed from Jackie's mouth quickly and Rose became more and more uncomfortable.

"Um…well…" Rose paused, took a deep breath and said, "Mum, he's mine."

"What?!" Jackie shouted, "It wasn't Mickey was it? I'll kill him if it was!"

"No mum!"

"Joe, Will down at the chippy? That Donny bloke? James?" Jackie listed the names and Rose kept saying they were wrong as the Doctor stood watching the exchange, bemused.

"Harry? Paul? If it's that George I'll smash his face in!"

"Ok, maybe this wasn't such a good idea. Let's go," the Doctor hissed looking terrified of being attacked by the angry mother when she found out.

"I can't think who else it could be Rose. Are you lying?" Jackie asked her daughter.

"No!" Even Rose was having second thoughts. Jackie meanwhile was looking absently at the Doctor, he was feeling very uneasy. She wasn't really taking him in but then she was suddenly struck by an idea.

"No…" she said to herself, "No way…nah…definitely not…it couldn't be….not possible…" She did a double take as she looked down at the baby in her arms and then back at the Doctor, "Oh, this can so not be happening!" Jackie's eyes blazed and the Doctor took a step back.

"Are you ok, Jackie?" he stammered.

"You! You got my daughter up the duff with an alien baby!" Jackie spat advancing on the quaking Time Lord she reached up and slapped him across the face.

"Well, I guess I was expecting that," the Doctor remarked.

"Mum!" Rose cried, "Does he look alien to you? He looks like any other baby. Apart from the fact he has two hearts."

"Oh my god," Jackie slumped on the sofa. She sat in thought for about ten minutes, still holding the child. Rose and the Doctor stood over not knowing quite what to do. Then Jackie looked up, "So, are you gonna tell me my grandson's name then?"

"Alfieterinumlywigduhsk," the Doctor said abruptly.

"Huh?" Jackie looked dumbstruck. Then she tried to pronounce it, "Alfie-teri-mum-lyi-gdudk."

"Er…mum, don't listen to the Doctor. That is his name but we call him Alfie for short." Rose sighed at the Doctor.

"Oh," Jackie looked relieved, "So how old is he?"

"One month today," Rose cringed at Jackie's expression but luckily her mother managed to keep her emotions in check.

"So do you want a cup of tea then?"

What do you think? I don't think this is one of my better chapters! Sorry! Please review.