AN: Hi everyone. We are getting into some sensitive territory here. May be a bit of a touchy subject for some. I have tried to do some research so I don't sound like a complete fool but please remember , this is fiction. If I offend anyone , I offer my apologies. I'm just using my imagination.

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Ch 2.

Jane was sitting at her desk lost in a pile of invoices. Her mind was elsewhere. She was thinking of a way to make enough money to enroll herself in the Criminal justice classes she wanted to take before joining the Academy. She decided to go to the one place that had the answers for everything...Google. She typed in 'how a 24 year old woman can make money fast'. A few links popped up until one caught her eye.

"Sell your eggs" she said out loud. This peaked her interest. "I have those. I have a lot of them. Get them every month. What do I need them for". she said to no one in particular.

She continued to read and concluded that she couldn't live with the knowledge of there being a child out there created from her egg. First of all, her mother would die if she knew that, and second, Angela would surely find a way to track that kid down.

"Selling eggs...not an option". She concluded and continued reading.

"Rent a womb" she yelled out. "People seriously do that"

"Do what?" Tommy asked as he walked into the office.

Jane jumped in surprise at Tommy's presence and quickly closed the web page she was browsing.

"Oh nothing. Hey, what are you doing here in the middle of the day? Shouldn't you be at the Gennaro job across town?" Jane asked changing the subject.

"Pop asked me to come back, we have an emergency over on Turner St. and I have to pick up a few tools we're gonna need. Don't worry I'm leaving. Bye sis, Love ya.
Oh and Janie, I think those google idiots spelled room wrong. Who rents a womb? Dumb asses". Tommy shook his head and walked out the door.
Jane couldn't help but chuckle and shake her head. She loved Tommy for all he was worth. She focused on getting her work done and decided to read up further once she was home and wouldn't be interrupted.

"Ian, I'd like to speak with you please. "
Maura announced as she walked into their study late one evening.

"Would this have anything to do with why you were so quiet over Dinner" Ian asked as he removed his glasses and closed the lid to his laptop.

"Perhaps. It hasn't been easy for me Ian. I've recently been told that I cannot carry a child to term and its absolutely devastating to me. I would think you would be equally devastated. "

" Maura dear, I am also rather upset about our news. I just deal with it in a different manner that's all." He quickly replied

"Oh really, and what Manner is that?"

" I buy things. Retail therapy as the Americans say"

" Oh dear, what did you buy now Ian?"
Maura asked almost afraid of what the answer could be.

" A Yacht. Its waiting for us in the South of France ." He said smiling

Money was not an issue for the Faulkner's. Ian was a very prestigious Art dealer and also collected Ancient Artifacts. His family came from old English money. He spent months at a time away from Maura on exploring expeditions in places like Africa. It was his passion. Maura was no slouch either. Although her family came from money, Maura was well on her way to becoming a Forensic Mastermind.

"Really Ian, a Yacht? When do we have time to go sailing. I do still have another year of residency at the Coroners office before I can even think about sailing the world. "

"Maura, why must you continue with your studies. You know I could take care of you. You will never have to work a day in your life. "

"I must continue my studies Ian because they are extremely important to me. I'm not a trophy wife that you can string along with you and travel the world. I have hopes and dreams. One of which is to become a mother and that dream is getting more distant and all you can think about is a boat".
Tears began to form in Maura's eyes and they trickled down her cheek.

Ian quickly leaned forward and wrapped Maura in his arms. He really did love his wife and always hated to see her upset.
"I'm sorry darling. I have been a tad insensitive. I love your genius mind and would hate to think of you wasting it on our "boat" as you refer to it. A 142 foot boat I may add. Now, what is it that you wanted to speak with me about" Ian finally asked.

Maura wiped away some tears, took a deep breath and straightened up.
"I want to find a Surrogate mother to have our child"

Ian's eyes went wide "You want to what?"

" I want to find a Surrogate mother. Its a very reasonable solution. " Maura explained

" I heard what you said. I just can't believe you would want me to fertilize another woman's eggs "

" Well, that's not the only way. I've been researching it and of course I will have to talk it over with Dr. Mathews just to confirm if I'm a candidate for it but, you would be fertilizing my eggs and once the embryos are formed they would just be implanted in another woman's uterus. I don't seem to have a problem getting pregnant its sustaining it to term that is my issue. This could be the best solution for us darling. We can have our family an they will be our blood"
Maura looked hopeful and she hoped more than anything that Ian would agree.

He seemed to ponder the idea for a few moments when he finally looked up at his beautiful wife. He noticed that special light back in her eyes. Like a glimmer of hope. How could he refuse that.

"Maura" he paused and took both her hands in his. "I think its a genius plan."

She smiled and lunged forward into his awaiting arms.

"I promise we will find the perfect surrogate." tears of joy now rolling down her cheeks. Tears of hope and of promise.

Maura Faulkner was not a religious woman but that night she said a silent prayer and asked whatever higher power she was praying to, to grant her this one thing. A family.