tyler--smith. chapter onejennyit seemed like the right name to give her, he thought as he sat on the edge of the bed, one arm wrapped securely around rose's shoulder the other one -- or at least a finger of his other arm -- was encased in the firm grip of his new two hour old daughter. the brown eyes were definately rose's, there was no mistaking them, but the hair? well that was his, no doubt about it. already it seemed to stick up, untamable, like his. when asked the name they wanted her to have, it was rose that spoke up. he instantly thought it was going to be something like isabella or ellie, something 'cute'. so he'd been pleasantly surprised when she'd said jenny. he'd told her about jenny. he'd told her everything. ever since donna had first entered the tardis. and she'd told him what had happened to her ever since they'd first stood on dalig ulv stranden, all the way back from norway, all they did was talk. and it felt like old times, the times when they'd simply sat in the tardis, and ta