Rachel had always been attached to your hip. to her, blood feels like water when her eyes are closed

from hand-to-hand combat all the way to controlling her powers, you had helped her with it all

now you two sat in the RV, going over a few documents about Mother Mayhem. you had a feeling for a while that you’d have to clear the air. you turn to her with a somber expression.

“Rachel.. I’m not your mom, you know that right?” you asked gently.

“I know that.. do you?” she questioned