Disclaimer: Doctor Who isn't mine. If it was things would be quite different. The BBC owns all and I bow before them.
Written for doctorroseprompts and their weekly drabble prompt: hold.
Since 'Run,' the Doctor believed there was no better hand to hold than Rose Tyler's. Despite his larger hands and longer fingers, they entwined perfectly. Then he regenerated, becoming much more tactile and it felt even better than before. Nothing could beat it. Of that he was sure.
Yet now something else rivaled it. He sat, his newborn daughter cradled in his arms, and marveled at her perfection, this little person he and Rose had created. He couldn't stop touching Alli and then she reached out a tiny hand and clasped his finger. And yes, this was just as good.