Joseph had always wanted kids, 3, with his high-school sweetheart and now married wife Lena. Months passed before Lena confirmed she was pregnant with a baby, holding up the ultrasound scan with a excitement.

Joe had it all planned out. It was gonna be a girl, he was gonna name her Sarah, and Rip was gonna be the Godfather. Just the thought of the life he had planned made him smile.

December 15th, 2014. Sarah Graves was born. Joe had never felt more Joy in his life as he had been when holding his daughter.

Tragically that Joy was short lived.

April 25th, 2015. Sarah Graves was found dead in her cot, died in her sleep while Joe was halfway across the country. Lena had been horrified when she found her.

January, 2019.

Lena was dead, having already been headed for divorce. The death had been a few months ago and Joe still grieves her everyday. He had lost everything, his child, his only father figure and old team leader, and then his wife.

It had been a tough couple of months, but Joe decided he wasn't gonna end like this. He had to do something.

So he adopted a child.

A few weeks of going past adoption centers, paper work, spending a few days with kids. Until he found you. Shy, quiet, he had been told you were non-verbal, by choice. You had a rough past and unkind upbringing. He frowned upon hearing the details.

He decided he would adopt you, going through some paperwork before finally bringing you home.

He opened the front door, gently coaxing you inside.

"Its not much, but i hope i can do better than your previous parents."

He closed the door, upon noticing you didn't step forward from the door he kneeled down.

"It okay, sweetheart. You dont have to be scared anymore."

He gave you a gruff smile.