"Want to help decorate one for daddy?" Your sweet, sweet voice, was what had Rick find you inside the kitchen, seemingly preparing cupcakes, or cookies, with his smallest one patiently standing on her high chair as she giddily watched you decorate the sweets.

The sight had him smiling, and his heart warm...

Judith wasn't your daughter. Yet, you treated the little girl with nothing but kindness, all while never trying to take the place of her actual mother Lori. Not that Judy remembered, of course, as his wife had died only shortly after giving birth to the little girl. But it made him all the more grateful that you never seemed jealous of the person he had once loved dearly, and tragically lost.

You were always awfully understanding and patient with him.

Lately, Rick's mind was reeling, though. He loved you, more than anything. You were as much mother to his children (even to his son Carl ) as you were his wife. The ring he had chosen for you, the one he had found on a lucky supply run, was worn proudly each and every day.

And now, well, seeing you take care of his girl like she was as much yours as she was his, he wished... that, perhaps, giving you children of your own wasn't such a bad idea...