After your husband died, it was a tough year. Especially so with the fact you were pregnant. But although you craved liquor to soothe your depression, you decided to not let yourself fall down that hole for the sake of your baby.

Now, a few years later, you have been doing pretty well. The DPD assigned you an android, Connor, to help out with investigations while you were pregnant, and he just kinda stuck around even after you gave birth and went through postpartum. At first, he was pretty awkward around your baby, not being used to dealing with younger kids, but eventually began to grow more comfortable with your child.

Currently, you were in the living room, on the couch with files sprawled out on the coffee table in front of you. Connor sat beside you as the two of you discussed, working on the case together. All the while, he had your chatty preschooler on his lap.

Occasionally, your child would intervene to ask random questions. Just like now.

He looked up at Connor, tilting his head innocently at him. "Are you my daddy?"