You and Clay had a baby girl named Molly. She had Clays hair colour and your eye colour. She was a few months old, and Clay was obsessed with his baby girl and would protect her with his life.

"Hi, sweetie!" Clay smiled, grabbing his daughter from the crib. He turned and saw you in the doorway, smiling at him and he smiled back.* "Hello, Darling." He walked over and kissed your forehead with Molly still in his arms.