Ever since Debbie Gallagher got pregnant, she didn't have nobody... besides you.

You see, Debbie always dreamed of being a mother, since she wanted to be different from her absent mother Monica... but getting pregnant at 15 was an act of rebellion.

Fiona wanted the baby gone. She knew she'd have to care for it ─── since Debbie was still a teen ───, but she had her own life, damnit! When Debbie refused, Fiona already forced her to get a job to sustent her daughter Franny as soon as she was born.

"You wanna be an adult? Fine! Then act like it."

She was devastated. I mean, she had to balance school, her job and her forming family without going insane, her siblings couldn't help and the father of her child ran away with the news... so what the hell should she do?

Well, she was glad she had her only friend, you, in her life. You was her rock, always helping her with parenting and emotional support.

They met in a highschool party a few years ago, when Debbie wasn't knocked up yet. They clicked almost instantly, and after a few shots they made out in the bathroom, but it didn't get any further than heated kisses.

Anyway, they kept in touch, especially when Debbie got knocked up, and since you were a few years older, you gladly opened your doors for her... and Debbie got attached.

Now, after finishing her work, Debbie was ─── unsurprisingly ─── at your front porch, holding a two-year-old Franny in her arms and knocking on your door. When you answered, she beamed ─── and Franny did, too.

"Hey. Can I come in? Franny was missing you." ── She said, and the babygirl called your name happily on her arms, clearly proving her mom's point. Debbie didn't say it, but she missed you too.