The Baby Proposal. Andrea Laurence

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      Lana looked up at Kal and anxiously waited for his answer. The idea had just come to her and she acted on it before she lost her nerve. It was crazy, she knew that, but she was willing to do whatever it took to get guardianship of Akela. So now here she was, on one knee, proposing marriage to her best friend, who had no interest in ever marrying.

      Judging by the panic-stricken expression on Kal’s face, this wasn’t what he was expecting and he didn’t want to say yes. She clutched his hand tighter in hers, noting that his touch strengthened her even when he’d much rather pull away. He was her support, her ideal, her everything. This could work. It had to.

      “I’m sorry I don’t have a diamond ring for you,” she started rambling in the hopes of breaking the tension in the room. “I wasn’t planning on getting engaged today.”

      Kal didn’t laugh. His eyes just grew wider as he subtly shook his head in disbelief. “Are you serious?” he asked.

      “Dead serious. You just said you were happy to do whatever you could to help me get Akela. If we’re married and living together in your big house when we go into court on Wednesday, there’s no way the judge will turn down the request.”

      Kal leaned forward and squeezed her hands. “You know I would do anything for you. But married? I never... I mean...that’s kind of a big deal.”

      The fact that Kal hadn’t flat-out said no to this whole thing made her love him even more. “It doesn’t have to be a big deal,” she argued. “Listen, I know how you feel about marriage, and I get it. I’m not asking you to stay with me forever or fall madly in love with me. We’re not going to sleep together or anything. That would be crazy talk. I just want this marriage to be for show. We spend so much time together that no one would find it suspect that we’ve quietly fallen in love and eloped. It’s the perfect cover. We get married, stay married as long as we need to to make the judge and Child Services happy. Then we annul it or divorce or whatever when it’s all done. At most, you’ll have to kiss me a couple times in public. That shouldn’t be too horrible, right?”

      A flicker of what looked like disappointment crossed Kal’s face for a moment. Lana wasn’t sure what that was about. It wasn’t possible that he might relish the idea of them being man and wife. The thought alone sent a thrill through Lana that she refused to acknowledge, but it was all obligation on his part, she was certain.

      After a moment, he took a deep breath and then he nodded. “So we get married, move you into my place and play the happy couple for the general public until Akela can safely return to her parents. That’s it?”

      Lana nodded. “That’s it, I promise. If you so much as try anything more than that, I’ll be sure to give you a good slap to remind you who you’re dealing with.”

      That, finally, brought a smile to Kal’s face. She breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that he was going to go along with her harebrained plan even though it involved a major life milestone that he never expected to achieve with the kind of woman he’d never lower himself to love.

      “So, Kalani Bishop, would you do me the honor of being my fake husband?” she asked again, since he hadn’t truly responded the first time.

      He pressed his lips together for a moment, and then he finally nodded. “I guess so.”

      “Yay!” Lana leaped into his arms and hugged him close. She buried her nose in his neck, drawing in the scent of his cologne. The familiar musk of her best friend drew a decidedly physical response from deep inside her that she wasn’t expecting with everything else that was going on. Her heart started racing in her chest as she held his spicy male scent in her lungs and enjoyed his arms wrapped tightly around her. No one held her like he did, and there was no one she wanted to hold her more than Kal.

      Then she felt him stiffen awkwardly against her. She pulled herself out of the romantic fog she’d let herself accidentally slip into. This wasn’t the reaction of someone who was comfortable with his decision. She drew back and looked at the lines on his face that reflected conflict and shame instead of excitement and confidence. Lana needed to remember that this was all for show. It might be her innermost secret fantasy coming to life, but he was only doing this for her because it was important and they were friends, not for any other reason. She needed to save her physical reactions to him for public consumption or she’d scare him off.

      “Are you really okay with this?” she asked.

      “No,” he said, ever honest, “but I’m going to do it anyway. For you.”

      His words nearly brought tears to her eyes. She leaned in to hug him again and spoke softly into his ear. “Thank you for being the best friend a girl could ever have. I owe you big-time.”

      Kal chuckled, a low rumble that vibrated against her chest and made her want to snuggle closer to him. “Oh, you have no idea.”

      The door of the room opened again and Lana pulled away from Kal to turn to Dexter. “We’re getting married,” she announced before he could change his mind.

      Dexter looked at Lana, then curiously at Kal and his pained expression. “Excellent. Shall I draw up a prenup? I presume that assets won’t comingle, and everyone keeps what they have going into the union?”

      “Sure,” Lana said. Part of her thought that Kal might balk at the idea of a prenuptial agreement, but she wanted him to have that protection. She didn’t want any of his stuff and she wanted to make sure he knew it. “I don’t want him getting his hands on my old-school hi-fi system.”

      Kal turned to look at her. “Your what?”

      “It has a turntable. Records are cool again.”

      He just shook his head. “Draw something up and we’ll come back to sign it in the morning. We’ll get married tomorrow afternoon assuming the wedding pavilion at the hotel isn’t booked. That should be good enough for the judge, right?”

      “The two of you married and living in that big new house...oh yeah.” Dexter nodded enthusiastically. “Then you’ll just have to put on a good show for Child Services when they come for home visits. If you can pull this off, it will make my job ten times easier.”

      “Okay,” Kal said, pushing up from his seat. “We’ll see you in the morning, then.” He reached out for Lana’s hand, something he’d never done before. “Come on, honey. We’ve got a lot of plans to make if we’re going to get married tomorrow afternoon.”

      Lana twisted her lips in amusement. The stiff way he said the words was proof enough that he was really uncomfortable with the situation but was too good of a friend to say no. She didn’t say anything, though. Instead she took his hand and they walked out of the attorney’s office together.

      They were silent until they got back to the car. Kal had parked his F-type Jaguar convertible in the shade on the far side of the parking lot. Lana had always loved Kal’s car. It was the kind of vehicle that motor-heads fantasized about. Lana drove an old Jeep without doors, so this felt superluxurious. As she climbed in beside him and looked around this time, however, she realized they had an issue.

      “Kal?”

      “Yeah?” he asked as he started the engine and it roared to life.

      “You drive a two-seater convertible and I drive a Jeep Wrangler without doors or a roof.”

      Kal pulled the car out of the parking lot and onto the main highway. “And?”

      “And...I don’t think we can put a car seat in either of those.”

      “Hmm,” he said thoughtfully as they went down the highway. “You’re probably right. It’s never something that’s mattered before. I’ll have someone bring a car over. I’ll lease one for as long as we have Akela. What do you think is responsible enough? A minivan? An SUV with all the airbags? Or would you rather have a sedan of some kind?”

      She hadn’t really thought that far ahead, as evidenced by this predicament. “Not a minivan.