"Then they're not really your friends." Cuddy stated. It was an instinctive motherly reply.
"Yes." Cuddy replied, raising an eyebrow at the floating phone. "I'm starting to think of this place as home. My daughter certainly does."
Cuddy looked over at Rachel when he complimented her. "Thank you." She paused, remembering her despair when she thought she'd never be a mother, and added. "There's more than one way to be a parent. I adopted Rachel."