With little Gilbert curled up asleep in his lap, Fritz gently rocked back and forth in the rocking chair. He held the small boy in a protective way, which guarded the small albino from and nightmares.

The man's thoughts switch, wondering what Hans would think of Gilbert if he was here. The two of them had talked about adopting a child once they were free of Fritz's father. Sense Gilbert was basically Fritz's adopted son, he had a feeling Hans would have loved the boy too. If only Hans was here. That's the only thing that could make it even more perfect.