She hadn’t managed to adopt a child and perhaps it was for the best. It had been a bit spur of the moment though and where would the child have slept. Marilyn sighed, looking outside, considering. Well, she didn’t need to have everything all at once and things were going well. She tossed her hair and considered the text again.
She pursed her lips, fingers resting over Monroe’s mane and lightly scratching over the blonde strands. She didn’t need to imbued if she didn’t want to but it was an opportunity to meet people, perhaps other nightmares, to just spend time… and perhaps.
Well perhaps she would imbue, perhaps more then one and let her children explore and show others how well mutations could prosper in a proper home. She could raise her own child and teach them all the things herself was learning. Of dancing and drama and life lessons and her own child would not have parents that had been ashamed.
Mmh, she could do so much better then her own parents. Marilyn leaned back, giving a smirk at the idea. She grabbed her coat, tucked in her phone, and left, heading towards the address a friend had sent. It seems she was ready to be a parent after all.
If just to show up her own.
