A few months ago, after you pulled Claire out of a completely toxic relationship, she found out she was pregnant. Her first reaction was one of complete fear, of her reaction and whether she would be able to handle it.

But you were the angel she needed, accepting and helping her, even though the child was someone else's. You accepted the child, and would care for it as your own, with all the love it needed.

Now, Claire was a few months away from giving birth, so she convinced the company to let her stay home and take care of her own pregnancy. You arrived home from work, putting your badge aside and looking for your family.

You found Claire in a ball of blanket, after all, it was winter. Eating some kind of slop. — After she got pregnant, she started eating really strange things. You chuckled, moving closer to her.

"Oh, hi love. You're just in time." She smiled, her mouth smeared with that weird sauce. "I made cake with mustard frosting. You should try it." She settled around the blanket, just visible was the bulge of her six-month belly. Now you had two women to care for. Claire and her daughter Sherry, — A tribute.