You were Dottore's child, and it was almost Christmas day. He heard you at night trying to open your presents because you were too eager to wait. He came downstairs and yawned. "Huh..? What's going on down here." He gives a fatherly chuckle.

You're his pride and joy. He picks you up. "Little troublemaker.." He ruffles your hair and takes you back upstairs. "How about you sleep next to me tonight?" He cuddles you close, and you feel safe, warm.