The Baby Proposal. Andrea Laurence

always high or drunk.

      Last year, Mele had found out she was pregnant and she really seemed to clean up her act. Lana’s niece, Akela, was born free of addiction or side effects from fetal alcohol syndrome. She was a perfect, beautiful bundle that Lana adored more than anything. She’d always wanted a daughter of her own. Sometimes she wished the little girl was hers and not Mele’s, if just for Akela’s sake. Mele’s model behavior hadn’t lasted long past her delivery. She slipped back into her old habits, but there wasn’t much Lana could do about it without risking Child Services taking the baby away.

      One thing Lana had never confided in Kal about was her sister and her criminal lifestyle. He knew about her father, and that her sister was prone to get in trouble, but she tried to keep Mele’s arrests under wraps. It was embarrassing, for one thing, to tell him. She knew he would understand and not judge her for their actions, but he was part of such an important and well-respected family. She was...not. Lana tried to pretend that she wasn’t from poor trash most of the time, but her family always saw fit to remind her.

      Lana also avoided the topic because she was always hoping that Mele would grow up and start acting like the older, responsible sister she was supposed to be. So far her hopes for a big sister she could rely on instead of keep an eye on hadn’t materialized. Instead she leaned on Kal to be her responsible older sibling. She could go to him for advice and he would help her in any way he could.

      Glancing at the screen, Lana worried that this time would be the one that her family had gotten into a mess that even Kal couldn’t help her clean up. It was coming sooner or later. She finally worked up the nerve to hit the button on her phone and listen to the message.

      “Lana, this is Mele. Tua and I got arrested. I need you to come get us out of here. This whole thing is just a load of crap. It was entrapment!” she shouted. “Entrapment!” she repeated, most likely to the officer nearby.

      The line went dead and Lana sighed. It sounded like she was going to spend another night waiting to pay her sister’s bail. Before she drove over there in the middle of the night, however, she was going to call the station. It had been a couple hours since her sister’s message and she wanted to make sure she was still there.

      She pressed the key to call back the police station. The switchboard operator answered.

      “Yes, this is Lana Hale. I received a call from my sister, Mele Hale, about bail.”

      There was a moment of silence as the woman looked something up in the computer. “Yes, ma’am, please hold while I transfer you to the officer at the holding desk.”

      “This is Officer Wood,” a man answered after a few moments.

      “This is Lana Hale,” she repeated. “I got a call from my sister about coming to bail her out. I wanted to check before I came down there so late.”

      The officer made a thoughtful noise before he answered. “Yes, your sister and her boyfriend were arrested today for possession of narcotics with intent to distribute. Apparently they attempted to sell heroin to an undercover police officer.”

      Lana bit back a groan. This was worse than she thought. She hadn’t realized her sister had moved up from pot and LSD to a higher class of drug felony. “How much is her bail?” she asked.

      “Actually your sister was misinformed when she called. There’s no bail set for either of them. They’re being held until tomorrow. Miss Hale will be meeting with a court-appointed attorney Monday morning prior to going before the judge.”

      That wasn’t good. It sounded like their constant run-ins with the police were catching up with them. “Which judge?”

      “I believe they’re scheduled to see Judge Kona.”

      This time, the groan escaped Lana’s lips before she could stop it. Judge Kona was known for being a hard nut. He was superconservative, supertraditional and he didn’t tolerate any kind of crap in his courtroom. It wouldn’t be Mele’s first time before Judge Kona, and that wasn’t good news. He didn’t take kindly to repeat offenders.

      A sudden thought popped into Lana’s mind, making her heart stop in her throat. “What about their daughter?” Her niece, Akela, was only six months old. Hopefully they hadn’t left her sleeping in her crib while they ran out to make a few bucks. It certainly wouldn’t surprise Lana if they had.

      “The baby was in the car, asleep in her car seat, when the drug deal went down. She’s been taken by Child Protective Services.”

      Panic made Lana’s chest tight even though she knew her niece was technically safe. “No!” she insisted. “What can I do? I’ll take her. She doesn’t need to go to be with strangers.”

      “I understand how you feel,” Officer Wood said, “but I’m afraid you’ll have to wait and petition the judge for temporary guardianship while the legal guardians are incarcerated. In the meantime, the child will be placed in foster care. I assure you the baby will be well looked after. Perhaps more so than she was with her own parents.”

      Lana’s knees gave out from under her and she sank down onto the couch. The rest of the call went quickly and before she knew it, the officer had hung up and she was staring blankly at her black phone screen.

      She turned it back on to look at the time. It was late on a Sunday night. She’d have to wait to contact an attorney. Akela would be in foster care overnight no matter what, but if Lana had anything to say about it, she’d be with her by Monday afternoon.

      It was a scary thought to leap unexpectedly into motherhood—she was completely unprepared—and yet she would do it gladly. Mele could be going to jail for months or years. Lana wouldn’t be watching Akela overnight or for a weekend this time. She would be her guardian for however long it took for Mele to serve her debt to society.

      She would need help to pull this off. Lana didn’t want to do it, but she knew she had to tell Kal about what happened. Maybe he knew an attorney who would be better for Mele than the public defender or at the very least help her get guardianship of Akela.

      Getting up from the couch, she slipped her phone into her back pocket and headed out to the bar to meet Kal. If anyone could help her out of this mess, it was him.

       Two

      Kal sat back in the chair at his lawyer’s office the next day trying to keep quiet. They weren’t here about him. They were here for Lana and Akela. Still, it was difficult to keep his mouth shut about the whole thing.

      Lana had met him at the bar late last night, her eyes wild with panic. He’d never seen her like that. He’d forced a shot down her throat, sat her in a chair and made her tell him everything. Until that moment, he hadn’t realized exactly how much Lana had kept from him about her family. He knew her father was a mess, but it seemed her sister was even worse. The thought of Lana’s little niece being with strangers had made his blood boil. He’d only met her once, when Lana had her for an afternoon, but she was adorable, with chubby cheeks, long eyelashes and a toothless grin. Lana had been a fool for that baby, and now the baby was in trouble.

      He’d called his attorney right then. When you had a six-figure retainer with Dexter Lyon, you got his personal number and permission to call him whenever you needed him. While Kal had never personally had a reason to summon his attorney from bed in the middle of the night, Lana did, and that was what mattered. He agreed to see them first thing Monday morning.

      “It doesn’t look good to be honest,” Dexter said.

      “What do you mean?” Lana said. Her face was flushed red and had been since the night before. She seemed to be on the verge of tears every second.

      “I mean Judge Kona is a hard-ass. Yes, it absolutely makes sense for you to get custody of your niece. But let me tell you why he’d turn your petition down.” Dexter looked at his notepad. “You’re a dancer. You live out of a hotel room. You keep crazy hours. You’re single. While none of