A/N: This is just a short inbetweey chapter. And just to let you know, in case anyone wondered, the baby's name is pronounced car-rer-lena and not ca-rer-lena. Also, I'm not sure of the correct spelling of 'Gallifreyan.' I hope I haven't got it too wrong! Thanks again for all your lovely reviews!

One day later

"I still can't decide on a name," Rose sighed as she held her tiny daughter close. "Nothing seems good enough for her. She needs something special."

"I have something," the Doctor said as he stroked the baby's hand.

Rose looked at him hopefully. "What is it?"

"Caralena. She's the Gallifreyan goddess of the stars. The Keeper. But, you know, we don't have too –"

"It's beautiful," Rose cut in. She looked down at her daughter, smiling. "It's perfect."

"Really?" the Doctor asked, a tender smile on his face.

"Really. Our daughter Caralena, keeper of the stars." She paused for a moment, before adding; "Her middle name, I was thinking of Jacqueline, after mum."

"Caralena Jacqueline Tyler." The Doctor let the name roll off of his tongue slowly to see how it sounded. He grinned. "Fantastic."

Rose giggled, then realised what he'd said. "Tyler?"

"Well, she's not going to be Caralena Jacqueline Doctor, is she? That would just be stupid."

"Actually, I thought it would be Smith. You know, after your alter ego. After all, as far as everyone else is concerned, when we're married I'm going to be Mrs Rose Smith. And I quite like that. Mrs Rose Tyler sounds like I've married my dad, and that's just wrong."

The Doctor thought for a moment. "Ok," he said. "Smith it is." He leant into Rose and gave her a kiss, before a knock at the door interrupted them.

"Sorry," said the nurse as she popped her head round the door. "I just need you to sign these forms and then you can go home." She walked into the room and over to Rose, who handed Caralena to her father so that she could sign the papers.

"There you go," Rose said as she scrawled her signature.

"Great," said the nurse. "You're all set. We'll see you in a few weeks time for her jabs. By the way, does she have a name yet?"

"Caralena," the Doctor said proudly.

"How unusual." The nurse smiled. "It is beautiful though. Do you have any questions before you go?"

Rose shook her head. "Nope."

"Ok. Well, you've got the paediatrician's number if anything crops up. Enjoy her. They grow up so fast." She smiled again and left the room.

"Right," the Doctor said. "Home."

xxxx

Later that night, the Doctor woke to find the space next to him empty. Stretching, he got out of bed and pulled on his dressing gown. Walking quietly up the corridor, he peered through the door of his old room, which was now the nursery, and saw Rose sitting next to the baby's cradle, a soft smile on her face as she watched her daughter sleeping.

"Rose," he whispered as he gently pushed open the door.

She looked up at him.

"Come back to bed. When she's sleeping you should be too, otherwise you'll tire yourself out."

"I know. But I just can't stop looking at her. I still can't believe she's really here."

The Doctor sat down next to her and put his arm around her. She leant into him.

"I'm a mum. That's so weird."

The Doctor smiled. "You're going to be a great mum."

"You think so?"

"I know so."

Rose kissed his cheek. "And you're going to be a great dad."

He grinned and pulled her closer. Rose yawned.

"Come on. Bed."

"But what if I miss something?"

"Sweetheart, she's sleeping. It's a rare moment to treasure, trust me. Before you know it she'll be screaming the house down."

"But…"

"We've got the monitor. She'll be fine."

Rose sighed in defeat. "Ok." She placed a gentle kiss on Caralena's head and then let the Doctor lead her back to their bedroom. Little did she know that in a few hours time, the Doctor's words would ring very true.

xxxx

"Shhh, honey. It's okay, just go back to sleep," Rose said as she tried to sooth her daughter. However, Caralena was having none of it, and continued to scream.

"Why won't she stop crying? She's been changed and fed. What am I doing wrong?" she asked despairingly as the Doctor walked over to her.

"You're not doing anything wrong. Here, let me try."

Rose handed the baby over to him and she stopped crying almost instantly.

"Oh my God! She hates me!" Rose cried.

"She doesn't hate you. She just wanted a cuddle from her daddy, didn't you my little angel," he cooed to the baby.

"Daddy's girl. Should've known."

"Hey, she loves you just as much. It was just her way of saying 'mummy, I want some attention, but give me to daddy because I know you need to rest.' I might have succumbed to the cycle of sleep, but I still don't need anywhere near as much as you do."

Rose brightened up a bit. "So she doesn't hate me?"

"Of course not. Remember, she is half Gallifreyen. She'll be very tuned into me."

"She's barely two days old."

"Doesn't matter. I'm not just any Gallifreyan, I'm a Time Lord. And she knows it."

"I suppose. All right, but if anything happens come and get me straight away."

"Rose, we'll be fine. Stop worrying. Just get some rest. I have a feeling that very soon we'll be overrun with visitors, and you'll need your strength for that. I know your friends; they'll be here all day."

"Oh, don't say that," she said, rubbing her eyes as she yawned.

The Doctor smiled. "Sorry. But, if it'll cheer you up, think of all the presents they'll bring for you and Cara."

Rose pondered this for a second. "Presents? I can do presents."

"That's my girl."

Rose pouted her lips for a kiss, and the Doctor happily obliged.

"Sweet dreams," he said.

When Rose had gone, he turned his attention to his daughter, placing her gently in her moses basket. "Right then, little one. It's just you and me for a while, so here's the plan. We're going to go downstairs, do some housework, get you bathed and dressed and then make mummy breakfast in bed. How does that sound?"

Cara gurgled at him.

"Excellent."