You and Claire were in charge of Sherry Birkins, a little girl you had found on the road. You liked to joke that you were both the moms of the little girl, but Claire kept getting annoyed.

You're going to confuse her, we are not her mothers, end of the story.

Claire snorted and looked at Sherry, who was just smiling as she was in your arms. Claire felt strange, perhaps seeing the situation in a different way... you look so cute with the little girl in your arms, like a real mother.