Victoria say on her bed in her hand was multiple sonagraph photos of the children that she had lost, she had told Francis that she had destroyed them but she couldn't bring herself too so she had hidden them again, she wiped at the tears that dripped down her face she missed all of them. How could she be such a bad person that she couldn't bring her babies to term. Her tears soon dried up and she put the pictures back in their hiding spot making up her mind. She would talk to Francis about adopting a little boy or girl from an orphanage, the child would be so loved by them, she just knew it. She pulled out her laptop starting to research all about orphanages and the ones that had demigod kids there but might have not known about them. She researched for hours only stopping to make coffee before going back to it.

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Francis

Francis had gone for a walk around camp that morning and had not expected to have been gone for so long. It was only that he somehow fell into the Labyrinth that he had. It hadn't been his idea to have to run around the Labyrinth for most of the morning. Especially when he ended up in Brazil. And if that wast bad enough, in front of a hell hound. Where the rest of the pack had been, he had no clue. He didn't give the hound a chance to alert them. He was annoyed that he had had to lose one of his favourite daggers in killing it though. He was relieved when he finally found his way back out into the camp again.

He made his way into the room he shared with his wife and glanced over at her as he moved to change from the clothes he had just been running in. "Some one is busy", he teased softly as he stripped and put on a clean shirt and pants.

“I want to adopt a child, an orphan.” Victoria blurts out, totally losing her usual poise and the thought about opening up to the subject gently. She bit her lip and looked down at the research. Hoping that Francis would agree but she didn’t know if he would she hoped that he would she really wanted a child but she wouldn’t sacrifice her relationship with Francis to have a child because he was the one who always picked up the pieces of her after each miscarriage and held her together through all the years. “Sorry, I was going to bring the subject up gently but I just blurted it out I’m sorry.” She tells him, wringing her hands together as she waited for him to answer she really hoped that he wanted to adopt a child with her but if he didn’t that was fine she would live without a child even though it would break her heart.