She's clearly exhausted, but Amy's face lights up and her smile grows even wider as the Doctor steps into her hospital room.

"Everything all right?" he asks, and Rory hurries over to him. The Doctor claps him on the shoulder, glancing over at Amy.

"Better than all right. Amazing. She was brilliant, Doctor. And she's so beautiful," Rory answers. "Come and meet her."

The Doctor makes his way over to Amy's bedside, kissing his friend on the forehead before looking downward at the tiny bundle of blankets in her arms. As Amy gently pulls the pink cotton away from the baby's face, it stirs awake and opens its eyes to look up at them both.

He watches as Amy's eyes fill with tears of joy for probably the hundredth time that day, and Rory is immediately at her side to kiss her, while the Doctor ever so carefully lifts the infant into his arms. He doesn't think he's ever moved so slowly, so quietly, in his life as he looks into her grey eyes and smiles.

"Look at you!" he breathes in wonder. "You're going to grow up to be quite the troublemaker, you know. Not just for your mum and dad, either."

The baby in his arms blinks sleepily up at him.

"I suppose you're wondering who I am. Well, that's a very long story. And frankly, your mum doesn't seem like she's going to let you out of her sight long enough for me to tell it right now, so. I'm the Doctor." He looks into her eyes once again, and smiles.

"Hello, sweetie."