Hollow brushed the delicate white-blonde strand of hair out of his beautiful wife's face with his strong hands. Fluke looked up at her husband with a look of hopefulness, the blue in her eyes sparkling like the ocean being lit only by the moon and the stars. "We can handle this," Hollow said softly, as if trying to convince himself as well.

"Adoption is a hard and rough road," said Fluke, pulling herself away from Hollow's steady gaze to look at the fireplace.

"We have money, lots of it, and space. We've been talking about this all year."

"And you think we're ready?"

"Of course!"

"Then there is just one more question."

"And what is that?"

"Boy or girl?" Fluke stopped watching the dancing flames to look at Hollow again, this time with determination in her eyes. She studied her husband's angular face; his chiseled features were strong yet gentle with skin barely tanned.

"Boy."

"Hello Mr. and Mrs. Generation, I am Evans One and this is Rage" said the nice looking lady holding a bunch of papers. The teen boy standing next to Evans Just looked half way up from his gaze on the floor tiles and lifted his hand; Fluke assumed it was a wave.

"Hello Rage," said Fluke trying to sound as sweet as possible, and she looked the part too. She was wearing a short purple dress and she had her hair up in a loose ponytail. Rage just mumbled a quick hi and looked up. He had dark brown curly hair with almost flawless skin. His brown eyes darted around the room while he knew he was being judged by his soon to be parents. His glasses were sliding down his nose, close to his not as chiseled, but still muscular cheeks. He had dark headphones with bright green skulls on them. His Dota 2 shirt hung loosely on his broad shoulders and his not baggy, but not tight jeans went to his dirty sneakers. He was over all a handsome, yet nerdy, kid.

"How old is he?" asked Hollow.

"16," answered Evans confidently. "Are you ready to sign?" The couple looked at each other and Hollow nodded his head. After the paper work was signed, a lot, Evans declared: "Congrats! You are now parents!" Rage didn't look too happy, or sad, but it was quite hard to tell when he hardly looked up, let alone spoke. Fluke jumped onto Hollow embracing him in a loving hug, salty tears waltzing down her face. Happiness spread throughout the air, even Rage was happy, though he would never show it.

Rage

When I heard Mrs. One say that there was a young couple coming to see me, I'll admit there was a spark of hope, but what if they didn't like me? What if they took one look at me and said they wanted someone else? I was in that place for 14 years, I never even knew my parents, and I don't know what I did for them to hate me so much that they gave me up. Mid thought Mrs. One walked in, probably to make sure I didn't act incorrectly, so I pushed my smooth glasses farther up my nose and sat up straighter. Then she did something I didn't expect, she sat down on my uncomfortable bed next to me and gave me a huge hug. My hands hung limply at my sides until I shut my eyes tight and wrapped my arms around her small body. She was like my mother, though I passed her in height a year ago, since I remember, and I couldn't imagine leaving her. "I'm going to miss you, Mrs. One," I said in between tears.

"I've told you, call me Evans, and I'll miss you too, Rage," she said as she leaned back away from me with her hands still on my shoulders, looking me over. "You will do great things," she said as one beautiful tear rolled down her face, the face I'd woken up to every morning and gone to sleep to every night.

When I got to meet Mr. and Mrs. Generation I looked at my shoes the whole time, worrying. What if I didn't look right? Does my hair look smooth enough? When I heard "Hello Rage," I realized I had tuned out the whole conversation so I waved shyly and looked up, not expecting what I saw. The woman standing in front of me had beautiful white blonde hair in a comfortable ponytail, and she was in a short looking dress, she was absolutely beautiful. Her husband was very muscular with manly, broad shoulders. His curly black hair fell into his handsome face. My suspicions were just getting worse. I didn't think I was good enough, until they signed the papers, and to my relief Mrs. Generation hugged her husband and starting crying tears of joy. I was accepted. I couldn't help but feel happiness spread through my bones, though I tried not to seem too anxious.