She Belongs To Him

Chap. 123: This Is An Emergency

• picture of brother & sister, Anastasia Langton & Lane West, above •

Empty voids of awkwardness fill in the spaces between Lane and Anastasia. They are both seated in her dinning room, the smell of coffee in the air.

Anastasia, still in shock, blinks. She looks at the closed door. "I'm so rude! I'm going to ask her if she wants any coffee-"

Lane gently puts his hand on her wrist, stopping her. "She doesn't drink coffee."

Anastasia looks to him, reading his eyes. She slowly nods and sits back down in her cushioned seat. Lane's go of his sister's wrist, taking a sip of his cup of coffee. He looks around at the dining room, remembering how it felt to be at home as he felt then.

"Wesley," Anastasia closes her eyes as she speaks her mind "why are you here? You promised me you'd never come back around."

"This is an emergency." Lane answers her slowly.

"Does it have anything to do with the girl?" As she speaks, Lane remembers his sister's voice that soft as summer rain.

"Yes..." Lane nods, sighing.

"What does she have to do with you?" She arches a brow of suspicion, "Did you buy her or something like that?"

"Something like that." Lane thinks about that night Gail Fairfield sold Katie to him to save his own self, resulting in the crime lord taking her in under his wing. "She's pregnant. Mine."

Anastasia scoffs, rolling her eyes. "That's not too surprising."

Lane thinks back to his past. He used to chase girls until they began to chase him, even after he got involved in crime. The memories fill Lane with heavy regret.

"How old is she?" Anastasia speaks after he remains silent for a while.

Lane takes a drink of his coffee. "Nineteen."

"Nineteen? Nineteen! Oh my, God Wesley!" Anastasia exclaims, disgust on her face. "You got a nineteen year old pregnant? Oh, my God!"

"Shh!" Lane hisses at her, looking to the closed door.

The brunette lowers her tone. "You're old enough to be her father!"

"Only if I had her at seventeen." He rolls his eyes, frowning. "Geez. I'm 36, not 66 Ana."

She stares off in horror. "Oh my..."

"Listen, Ana, I wouldn't ask anything of you if this wasn't life or death." He explains, getting down to business per say.

Anastasia stares at her older brother wide eyed. "Wesley, what did you do? Are you in trouble again?"

"I am trouble." Lane smirks, "But this time it's personal."

"So our parents death wasn't personal?" She says coldly.

"That's not what I mean." He stares at her heatedly, "I can't lose her. She's the only good and decent thing I have left."

Anastasia rolls her eyes. "Thanks."

"You don't want anything to do with me. Fine. I get it. But Katie? She has no one else." He breaths in and out heavily, "I'm the only one she has left."