Disclaimer: Guess what I'm going to be for Halloween? Who's afraid of the big bad wolf, big bad wolf, big bad wolf? Who's afraid of the big bad wolf? That'd be Dalek Caan…and pretty much any other Dalek out there. *evil cackle* Oh yes, be afraid, be very afraid. My disclaimer where I tell you I don't own Doctor Who…well, it's in the subtext. Read between the lines (or lions).

A/N: This is temporally unsituated, which just means I don't really know when it takes place, but I do know it's Nine and Rose. And…well, you'll see…

Number One Thing the Doctor Never Thought He'd Do

"It's a girl," Jackie stated triumphantly.

"It's a what?" The Doctor managed in disbelief.

Jackie scoffed. You've got a daughter."

He gaped at her with a mouth like a fish. "I've got a what?"

She rolled her eyes now and put her hands on her hips. "You. Are. A Father."

His head snapped back around towards her from where he'd been staring dazedly into empty space. "I'm a what?" He asked stupidly.

Jackie was openly glaring now. "Doctor?" She spoke between clenched teeth.

He looked down at her in confusion again. "Who?"

Resolved, Jackie pulled her arm back. "Can't say I'll be sorry." She swung her arm around, delivering a stinging blow to his jaw.

He wrenched around then turned back swiftly to face her.

"Did you hear a word I said?!" She bellowed at him.

Clutching his face, he blinked at her, then stood straight. "Course I did, Jackie. Can't help hearing. I've got a baby girl." He flashed a ten wattage smile. "Where is she?" He demanded.

Before Jackie Tyler, queen of talk and gossip, could muster a response, he'd pushed past her. Flying down the hallway, he burst into the forbidden room, startling a fatigued Rose. It took him just a second to absorb the scene, but he stood absorbing it for what felt like forever only because it was so perfect.

Rose was propped up with pillows, her face pink and covered with a fine sheen of sweat. But he'd never seen her looking more beautiful. Her honey brown eyes were bright with wonder and joy and love. And in her arms, she held a perfect little stranger. They'd never met, but he could tell already that he'd do anything for her. Just like her mother.

"Doctor?" Rose finally prodded him.

He shook his head, finger on lips, wanting to soak this moment of absolute perfection into his eternal memory. Someone shouldered past him suddenly. Jack, of course, there to ruin everything.

"This the little princess?" He spent the next minute and a half cooing ridiculously at this obvious genius of a daughter of his. Without turning, he asked, "Well, don't you want to meet her before she thinks she's mine?" Jack turned to wink, but his cheeky smile faltered at the storm in the Doctor's eyes as he took a step forward. Smiling knowingly, Jack turned to Rose, arms held out. "May I?"

Rose hesitated then nodded, letting him take the little bundle gently into his arms. Jack turned slowly to face the Doctor who had an arm raised in caution lest the foolish captain drop this precious, fragile thing. Jack offered him the bundle. "You know you want to," he teased.

The Doctor was frozen in awe as he gazed down upon her perfectly angelic face. She had the most intelligent eyes. She might even be smarter than him. With all of Rose's goodness. Perfect. Without his brain giving the command, his arms curled out naturally, numbly to receive his daughter. As soon as Jack let go, and only he was supporting the tiny thing, he let out a gasp of surprise.

Rose shifted suddenly, hands clutching at the sheets towards them. "What is it? What's wrong? Is she alright?" She relaxed at the grin that spread across her Doctor's daft old face.

"No," he clarified. "She's perfect."

Later, he lay curled into Rose, their daughter nestled between them. He stroked Rose's hair absently. He hadn't taken his eyes off the sleeping baby's face in the last hour.

"She's got your ears." He murmured.

"Quite right," Rose replied sleepily, pinching one of his earlobes softly. "But she's got your eyes."

"Oh, I know," he replied enthusiastically. "She's going to be a genius. I can just tell."

"Good," Rose finally managed to catch his eyes and grinned sleepily. "Won't be a dunce like her mum then."

He glared at her, cupping her face. "Don't you dare talk like that. If we're lucky, she'll be half as good as you."

"Better," Rose quipped happily.

"Not possible," his eyes burned.

"She'll need a name," Rose kissed her daughter's soft skin and stroked the tuft of hair on her head, red in color.

"What about Jacqueline?" His eyes were on Rose's as he asked this.

Rose gave a start of surprise. "You don't mean that?" She asked disbelievingly.

And she would have believed it but for the grin that split his face a moment later. "Course not, she's more of a Lily."

"Lily," Rose repeated, then smiled widely. "I love it."

"I know," he whispered before bestowing a soft kiss upon Rose's lips.

"D'you think she's gonna be a time traveler like her daddy?"

"Oh, she's going to be much more. The universe has been waitin' for her."

"Better with three," Rose murmured sleepily.

"Oh, yes."

A/N: And if it's cliché even in the slightest, I don't care, because I had the best time writing it. Coming up with a name was more difficult than you could imagine, but then I decided I was spending too much time on it and just went with something pretty and simple. Besides, Rose is named after a flower…why shouldn't her daughter be? Thanks for reading! Please review! Out of curiosity…what name would you have chosen?