Disclaimer: I know absolutely nothing about the way hospitals in Britain are run. Please keep that in mind. Thanks!

"Rose? You awake, sweetheart?"

A voice awakened me from my sleep. The sad, empty, dreamless sleep that I'd had nearly every night since I last saw the Doctor. I opened my eyes and saw my parents walking into my hospital room.

"I'm awake, Mum. Just a little tired."

Mum laughed. "Oh, you're going to be tired. You delivered a baby yesterday." She moved around carefully and sat down in the chair next to my bed. She sighed and fanned her face with her hand. "It's very tiring carrying around a baby."

She was still pregnant. She had another month to go before my little brother or sister would be born. It seemed a little strange to me that I already had a child and my mother was having a child as well. But stranger things have happened.

Dad walked over to the window, gazing out over the city. He didn't look at me as he asked, "Is Maris alright? She's human?"

"She doesn't have two hearts, if that's what you mean." I replied.

He nodded, continuing to watch the outside.

I shook my head. I didn't really worry about someone taking my daughter and dissecting her. After all, I worked for the people who would consider doing that sort of thing. I wouldn't let anything like that happen to her.

Mum looked at me. "Ready to go home?" She put her hand over mine.

"I'm ready to go home, but I'm a little scared. I don't know how to take care of a baby, let alone a half alien baby." I sighed. Half alien. Half Time Lord. I wished that her father could be here.

"You'll be fine. I know how to take care of kids, you'll have help." Mum smiled.

A nurse walked into the room, holding a baby. She walked over to me and put the baby in my arms. The nurse said, "She's a bit fussy right now." She walked back out of the room.

I looked towards the door for a moment before I looked at Maris. She was beautiful. Her eyes were bright sparkling blue, but I assumed eventually they would change to brown. My eyes are brown and her father's eyes are brown. Maris didn't have much hair, but what was there was a dark shade of brown. I smiled down at her as she looked at me. She closed her eyes, no longer fussy. She was sleepy.

I looked over at Mum and she smiled. "She'll be fine," Mum said. "You're gonna be a great mum, Rose."

I smiled. "I hope so," I said quietly.

My medical professional walked into the room. I hated to call anyone "doctor", even if they were doctors. I only had one Doctor and he was in a different universe.

He grabbed my chart and studied it for a moment. "Well, Maris is doing well. You're doing well. Miss Tyler, you can go home tomorrow."

I nodded at him slowly, trying to not bother Maris.

He nodded back at me. "Good luck." He turned around and left the room.

Mum got up out of the chair she had been sitting in. She looked at me and said, "We're gonna leave, Rose. We'll be back tomorrow to bring you home."

I nodded and said, "See you tomorrow then."

Mum and Dad left the room and I was left alone with Maris.

I looked down at my sleeping baby. I had no idea what I was doing. I wished that the Doctor was here. He'd be so excited, that grin I knew so well on his face. I knew he had to be trying to get back to me, even though he had said I could never see him again. I wasn't going to accept that. He had to find a way back.

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Mum and Dad came back the next day. I was put in a wheel chair and pushed out of the hospital as I held Maris in my arms. I passed Maris off to Mum and got into the car. Mum handed Maris back to me and closed the car door. Once everyone was in the car, Dad drove away from the hospital and back towards home. Maris started crying a little. She probably didn't like the movement of the car. I comforted her as well as I could, but she was still unhappy.

After the rift closed, Mum, Mickey, and I had moved into Dad's big house. I had three rooms; a bedroom, a small sitting room, and a bathroom. Before Maris was born, we had converted the sitting room to a baby room. We painted the room with pinks and purples. It was perfect for Maris.

After we got home, I carried Maris up to her room. I turned on the light and walked over to the crib. I put Maris down in the crib and covered her with a soft purple blanket. I smiled at her and sat down in the rocking chair next to the crib and turned on her intercom/baby monitor. When I knew she was asleep, I quietly got up, turned off the light, and walked to my room.

I closed the French doors between my room and hers. I walked to my intercom panel and turned it on. As my finger left the button, I started crying. I was crushed. I went to my bed and laid down, burying my face in the pillows.

The Doctor was supposed to come back before now. He should have been there when Maris was born. He should be here now. It wasn't fair. Why did we have to be separated? Was there some cosmic force that was determined to keep us apart? I sobbed into my pillows.

He had to come back. I just had to keep believing that.