Janurary 8th, 2008, approximately 4:00 am - Pete's World - Tyler Mansion

"Rose, maybe we should go to the hospital. You're only six and a half months pregnant. You're too early to be going into labour!" Jackie Tyler fretted over her daughter. Rose's water had just broken. The Doctor's daughter was about to be born.

"No! They'd take her away! She'll be different. I can't risk that. I can't lose her, too." Rose gasped as another contraction hit her. She felt like someone was electrocuting her from the inside. Her mother fretted about getting the stuff necessary for Rose's delivery. Rose had insisted at an early stage that she would have a natural home birth. Jackie had already called the hired midwife and she was on her way over, but Rose's contractions were coming fast.

The midwife burst into the room at that moment. She was an elderly woman with her hair pulled back into a tight bun. She was very experienced in her field and quite stern about how a woman should take care of herself when she's pregnant. As far as the rest of Pete's world knew, Rose Tyler was the long lost daughter that Jackie and Peter Tyler had given up for adoption when Peter was still building up his business and didn't have a lot of money. After the Cybermen and Dalek war, Rose Tyler had searched for her biological family after losing her husband in the battle. It was an easy way of explaining away any curiosity over whose child was about to be born.

"ARGH!" Rose grunted as the next contraction hit. They were coming barely a minute apart now. Mickey was by Rose's side holding her hand. He had long since gotten over his feelings for Rose; he had let all that go when he chose to stay in Pete's world the first time he visited.

"You should have sent her to the hospital. At 6 months, she's barely done her 2nd trimester. She shouldn't be in labour unless something is seriously wrong; by not going, both she and her child are at risk of dying," the midwife sternly pronounced. Her gaze focused on Jackie Tyler.

"Hey! I tried to get her to the hospital! Don't go blaming me. I told her, didn't I, Pete? She was screaming the baby was coming, I said to her things like this don't happen unless something is wrong — no matter who the baby's father is! It's better safe than sorry, I said to Rose…" Jackie ranted and was about to continue until Rose interrupted.

"OH GOD WILL YOU JUST SHUT UP!" Rose screeched at her mother. The midwife set up her tools and checked Rose's dilation level.

"All right, , get ready. It's time to push," the midwife advised. Rose steadied her breath and waited for the next contraction. "Push, now!"

Rose pushed with all her might and then collapsed.

"I can't do this! I'm sorry. I can't do this alone." Rose sobbed. The commotion around her started to blur.

"Rose, you need to push." A Northern accent drifted into Rose's ears.

"Jackie, we're losing her. SHE NEEDS TO PUSH." Rose faintly heard the midwife's voice. She sounded panicked. What were they panicking about?

"Doctor?" Rose mumbled. Mickey and the Tyler family went quite at Rose's voice.

"Rose, you need to push, for our daughter." The Doctor's old incarnation whispered in her ear. With new found confidence, she felt her next contraction and pushed.

"Good, , the head is out! One more push. Ready?" the midwife barked. Rose stopped listening to her, instead focusing on her Doctor's Northern burr in her mind.

"Almost there, Rose. You can do it," the Doctor murmured.

"PUSH!" The midwife hollered and with one last push, the child was born. Rose fell back onto the bed in exhaustion. She turned to her side and saw her first doctor standing there, all big ears and cheesy grin with his leather jacket.

"Doctor?" Rose gasped. The Doctor gave her a cheeky smile in reply.

"I have to go now, but take care of her, won't you?" the Doctor said. Rose didn't hear or say anything more as she passed out. When she woke up the midwife was gone and her large belly wasn't there. Rose sat up in a panic, her hands flying to her stomach. She immediately felt very sore in her lower regions. It all came back to her. Her daughter was here.

"Rose, it's alright." Rose heard her mother comfort. She looked to her right and saw her mother holding a pink blanket. Rose stared at her mother for a moment.

"You gave us a right scare! Thought you were dead. But no, just passed out. Midwife says she's healthy if a little small. Said she ain't seen nothing like it. Pete payed her extra for keeping a lot of her health concerns quiet," Jackie explained. Rose couldn't take her eyes off the small pink blanket.

"Can I hold her?" Rose asked. Jackie let out a laugh at her daughter.

"Course you can! She's your daughter!" Jackie chuckled, handing her granddaughter over to her daughter. Rose carefully held her daughter. God, she had the Doctor's wild hair. To Rose, her daughter couldn't be more perfect.

"Hello, my sun and stars. I've been waiting to meet you." Rose murmured. Jackie quietly slipped out of the room to give the new mother and child some privacy and room. Rose watched in amazement as her daughter yawned and opened her eyes. Rose gasped and saw her own eyes reflected back at her.

Carefully supporting her daughter's head with her right arm, she disentangled her left from the blanket and dangled her fingers in front of the baby's face. She watched as her daughter's hand came up to meet hers. Rose let out a laugh as the baby put Rose's pointer finger into her mouth and began sucking on it. Then there was a crash from somewhere downstairs, and the infant started crying. Rose began shushing and calming her daughter. No matter how she rocked and shushed her, she would not stop crying. Rose was at a loss until she remembered what her mother used to do for her when she was upset.

"Nothing is so good, it lasts eternally

Perfect situations must go wrong

But this has never yet prevented me

Wanting far too much, for far too long," Rose began to sing.

She breathed a sigh of relief as the baby's screams turned into little sniffles. Rose smiled at her daughter, glad she had already found a way to calm her down.

"Looking back, I could have played it differently

Won a few more moments, who can tell

But it took time to understand the man

Now at least I know, I know him well," Rose sang, thinking of the Doctor.

It was an old song for her, sung by Elaine Paige and Barbara Dickson. She had listened to it a lot in high school. She didn't have anything to relate it to as strongly as she did in this moment; to be honest, Rose hadn't listened to it in years.

"Wasn't it good, wasn't he fine?

Isn't it madness, he can't be mine?

But in the end, he needs a little bit more than me

More security, I know him so well."

Rose wondered what the Doctor's thoughts would be right now. Would he want this family of his? He was always complaining and moaning about domestic families. Would he run away from this? He needed the freedom of the universe, but that didn't mean she couldn't still travel.

"No one in your life is with you constantly

No one is completely on your side

And though I moved my world to be with him

Still the gap between us is too wide."

The gap between them wasn't metaphorical now. There was literally an entire universe between them. Rose watched as her daughter began to drift off, trying to fight sleep and failing. Rose gave her a broad smile. Guess a Time Lord child wasn't so different from a human one after all.

"Looking back I could've played it differently

Learned about the man before I fell

But I was ever so much younger then

Now at least I know, I know him well."

Rose thought about how much she's actually grown in these past 2 years. She felt she was more mature now than she was when she first took the Doctor's hand. But Rose was starting to have doubts on her job as a mother.

"Wasn't it good, wasn't he fine?

Isn't it madness, he can't be mine?

Didn't I know

How it would go if I knew from the start

Why, why am I falling apart?"

Rose had known that the time she and the Doctor had shared was limited. Even though she promised him forever, and he said he'd stay by her, she always knew somewhere that it wasn't true. She realized that the moment she met Sarah Jane. It didn't really feel real until this moment just how much she denied the Doctor's absence from her life.

"He can't be mine

But in the end, he needs a little bit more than me

More security, I know him so well

It took time to understand him

I know him so well."

Rose watched as her daughter finally fell asleep. She wasn't sure if this was the right decision or not but she had decided. She wouldn't go searching for the Doctor any more; she would focus on raising her daughter. Rose knew that the Doctor would find her and her child when the time was right.

"Welcome to the world, Gwyneth Sarah Jackie Tyler," Rose murmured as she cradled her child closer to her body, as the first few wisps of sunlight filtered into the room.

Years later, when little Gwyn was 8 and asked who she was named after her mother would giver her a sad smile and tell her of….

Gwyneth, a psychic servant girl in the late Victorian era, who died for the Earth.

Sarah Jane, a stubborn, strong willed woman who wouldn't back down for those she loved.

Jackie, her fierce protective grandmother, and her Uncle Jack who — while maybe a bit of a prick — was a great person at heart.

While Gwyneth's father wasn't around, Rose wanted to make sure Gwyn knew she was loved and that she was someone important. Rose had a feeing her daughter had a very hard road ahead of her.