The Doctor stayed with Rose most of the night, waiting, hoping, that she would recover. After all that had happened in the past year it wasn't surprising really that she was now suffering.

Just after midnight she started shaking, mumbling under her breath and it was all the Doctor could do not to answer her pleas.

Towards morning Rose's temperature dropped, though she still didn't stop shaking or mumbling. Jackie came in at six with the baby in her arms.

"I'm gonna make a cup of tea," She whispered, glancing at Rose. "D'you want one?"

"Yeah, tah," the Doctor said. He glanced at the small bundle Jackie was holding and suddenly found he had the great urge to snatch it away from her. "Do you want me to have him? Rose is starting to stabilise and you've got other things to worry about. I should start caring for him properly."

Jackie smiled slightly and handed the baby to the Doctor, watching as he stared in wonderment at the tiny child. She crept away to make the tea leaving the Doctor alone with the little Tyler.

Rose stirred and the Doctor looked up. She opened her eyes and took a few shuddering breaths as she tried to stop herself shaking.

"Hello," she mumbled weakly. The Doctor grinned.

"You're a mum," he said, getting up and sitting on the bed next to her. He pulled the blanket round their child down a bit so Rose could see. Shakily Rose pulled herself into a sitting position and held out her arms to take their baby from the Doctor.

The Doctor watched her, as she looked at the bundle almost disbelievingly. She still looked pale and was defiantly warmer than normal, but she didn't seem to be too bad now.

"He's perfect," Rose said, trying not to cry when the baby wrapped his tiny fingers round one of her own. She leant against the Doctor sighing contentedly. "He's got your eyes."

The baby did indeed have large blue eyes along with tufty sandy brown hair. He looked at the Doctor and Rose as if to say 'well yeah, what else was I gonna look like?'.

Jackie returned then with a cup of tea for the Doctor. When she saw Rose was awake she smiled.

"I suppose you want a cuppa now?" She said, Rose nodded, not taking her eyes of her child and Jackie clucked softly like a mother chicken.

When she left Rose looked up at the Doctor and he noticed the dark circles under her eyes.

"I know what I want to call him," she said softly. "But I need to know if it's ok with you-"

"Rose," the Doctor stopped her. "I know what you want to call him. It's fine."

She looked back down at the bundle in her arms.

"You can still pick a middle name if you want," she said, rubbing her finger over his tiny face.

"Well, I think Jack Adam Mickey Tyler is appropriate," the Doctor grinned.

"Ha ha," Rose replied sarcastically. "We'll just stick with Jack shall we?"

"Yeah," the Doctor agreed. "Definitely the best name out of all your pretty boys."

The Doctor earned himself a smack for that. Rose grinned though shifting slightly so that he could slip an arm round her.

"Jack Tyler certainly has a ring to it," she said sleepily.

"You got that right," Jackie said bringing a cup of tea in for Rose. The pair on the bed looked up, all smiles and Jackie almost felt a pang of sadness. They'd be off again once Rose had recovered and she might not see her daughter or grandson for months. She hated to think of all the things she'd miss out on. His first smile, his first giggle, his first word.

Later that morning after the Doctor had finally persuaded Rose to go back to sleep (she'd been most persistent that she stay with Jack for fear of something happening to him so the Doctor had had to promise not to put him down whilst Rose got some rest) he went to have a chat with Jackie.

He sat on the sofa, rocking Jack who had decided that now was the time for a nap too. Jackie sat opposite watching the doting father in front of her.

"I want you to make me a promise," She said suddenly. The Doctor looked up expectantly. "Don't let her get hurt. Make sure she's safe; make sure she's always safe. Jack needs both his parents to bring him up."

The Doctor nodded, his expression serious.

"We'll come back you know," he said glancing down at Jack. "Every month. I promise. I won't get the dates wrong and we'll keep a scrapbook of everything he does so you don't miss anything."

Jackie smiled slightly.

"Thank you," she replied. "Whatever I said about you before Doctor I take it back. You can't be that bad when my daughter's this besotted with you."

The Doctor grinned. He looked up when he heard Rose calling out to him. Jackie rolled her eyes smiling as he went back to his partner with Rose.

"My mum's not been driving you mad as she?" Rose asked as the Doctor handed Jack to her. He shook his head.

"Nah, I was just saying that we'll come back a visit every month and keep a scrapbook," the Doctor replied. "You know, so she doesn't feel like she's missing out."

He sat next to Rose on the bed again. She looked up at him and gave him a quick kiss.

"You're going to be a fantastic dad," she whispered.