Charlotte shuffled in the doorway, carrying a wicker basket filled with medicine, a throw blanket, magazines and tissues. "I got you all the things you would need. You should be resting," Charlotte instructed.

"What did I say, little one? You're supposed to focus on just being a little girl," Delphine whispered. She was glad to be in her home, but she hated the way this child doted after her. The roles were supposed to be reversed. Delphine hated being babied, but so much more so when it came from a child.

"Why should I work to be self absorbed only to have to fix it in early adulthood? It's counterproductive." Charlotte spoke so directly and so inquisitively that Delphine's eyes filled with tears.

"Such a cheeky thing," she sobbed, clutching Charlotte into a tight hug. Charlotte was so much like Cosima. It wasn't even the identical DNA. It was that spark of intelligence and insight. To Delphine, Charlotte was a second chance. Cosima had learned the hard way about love, life and pain. She couldn't save Cosima before they met, but she could save Charlotte. "Promise me, Charlotte that you'll always come to me if you need something."

"Something material or protection?" Charlotte asked.

"Anything. But I promise, I will always be here to protect you, Charlotte. You and your sisters."

"You mean Cosima?"

"I mean all of you," she whispered, kissing the forehead of the child.

"Charlotte, it's time to get ready for Sarah's." Cosima whispered, approaching them.

"I'm not going."

"Charlotte, we talked about this," Cosima groaned.

"I did all the things that Delphine asked me!" Charlotte wailed. "I'm staying with her!"

"I'm telling you, go pack! You're having a sleepover with Kira!"

"Kira is just a child!" Charlotte snapped.

"You are a child!" Cosima snapped. Both women had the same reactions and body movements. It made Delphine smile softly.

"I'm not leaving her! I want to stay with Delphine and you!" She shouted.

"Delphine needs rest!" Cosima raised her voice.

"I'll let her rest! I'm not stupid!"

"Girls, girls..." Delphine started. "Charlotte, go take a shower," she said softly.

"You'll let me stay?" She asked, wiping her tears.

"I'll talk to Cosima, okay?" She said softly. "But apologize for raising your voice. She deserves respect."

"I'm sorry, Cosima," she sighed, heading up the stairs.

"She's so frustrating!" Cosima sighed, plopping down on the bed. "She's demanding and questions everything and thinks she knows best."

Delphine smiled, biting her lower lip.

"What? What's so funny?"

"She's you, Cosima. She gets under your skin because she is the same as you. She presses your buttons."

"She's going to be Sarah's problem," she ran a hand through her dreadlocks.

"No, I don't want her there."

"It's been settled." Cosima waved her arms, proving it was set in stone.

"I owe that little girl," Delphine said softly.

"You need to sleep," Cosima whispered. "You're weak."

"I hardly think letting a child watch tv will kill me," she muttered.

"Delphine..."

"She saved your life," Delphine whispered, stroking Cosima's cheek. "Don't you understand why I'm so indebted to her? One night to stay with us."

"I'll go dry her hair," she whispered. "You'll order some dinner for us?"

"I won't even get out of bed," Delphine raised her hands in resistance, knowing both Cosima and Charlotte felt Delphine should do nothing but rest.

"Better not," Cosima used her hands to signal that she'd be watching before heading upstairs.

Delphine sighed before calling Cosima's favorite Chinese restaurant. They had all lost weight on the island and all the clones had notoriously large appetites. Plus, she didn't know what Charlotte would like. Actually, she doubted that Marion ever let Charlotte eat Chinese. She ordered about half the menu, including every appetizer and soup plus more entrees than three women should eat.

"I get to stay with you tonight!" Charlotte tried to run to Delphine, but her leg wasn't quite what it used to be.

"Careful, walk," Delphine urged from the bed. Charlotte climbed into the bed.

"Is it time to braid my hair?" Charlotte asked as Cosima came into the room.

"Charlotte, do you even like your hair in two braids?" Delphine asked, running her hands through the child's dark hair.

"No, not really."

"You don't have to wear your hair in braids. Why didn't you ever say something?" Cosima asked, suddenly curious.

"No one ever asked me before," she shrugged.

"Charlotte, from now on, you'll tell me the things you like and especially things you don't?"

"I promise."

"Let's try something..." Delphine brushed the long brown hair so rhythmically that Cosima wanted, entranced by it. Delphine paid her no attention, lost in thought. She sang softly, forgetting that no one in the room spoke French. Even without understanding, Charlotte began to hum as well, mimicking the song that Delphine sang.

Cosima watched them together, stunned. She felt so many emotions sweeping over her. She wanted to cry. She wanted to hug both of them and yet, she never wanted Delphine to finish her hair.

Eventually, Delphine had managed to take half of Charlotte's hair, pulling the half ponytail into a large bow. The look was adorable on the child.

"Finished," Delphine smiled.

"I'll run and look. I'll be right back!" Charlotte cried, happily running to the bathroom.

When they were alone, Delphine crawled over to Cosima, kissing her softly. Cosima kissed her, but was clearly distracted. Delphine let her mouth form into a straight, tight line in annoyance.

"You're like ... a mom..." Cosima whispered.

"Cosima, I am keeping my promise. I am taking care of all of you," Delphine stroked her cheek. "I thought that was what you wanted?" She asked, suddenly concerned. Was Cosima jealous? Had she stepped over her boundaries?

"I did... I do..."

"I don't understand," Delphine whispered. "Talk to me. Please?"

"I want you to be a mom," Cosima whispered, not staring at her.

"Cosima, I want to be with you. This isn't ... We're not breaking up. I refuse. I'm not losing you again," Delphine argued, her voice shaking.

"No, I want to be with you. I want us to have a family," Cosima realizes.

"Cosima, you never wanted children," Delphine stroked her hair, gently scratching her scalp.

"But with you, I do. I want us to have a family."