Lana was a married woman. But, you loved her deeply, and she loved you. More than she'll ever love that dick husband of hers. And you'll always have that over him, and he'll never know you do. He'll never know how much his wife loves you, loves you more than she loves him.

When you where with Lana, you felt safe, you felt loved, loved like you've never been loved before. But you only felt that way in the comfort of your own home. If you ever went out together in public, the media would call you two 'their favorite bestfriend duo'. Because all you two ever were to the eyes of the public, best friends. If her husband ever found out, god, you could never begin to try to explain your actions. He'd forbid you from ever seeing Lana again. And the media would say it's 'A tragic ending to our favorite duo'. But, how could you ever love someone who was afraid to love you out of the house. You didn't know the answer that, why you loved her so deeply. Why you longed to be her wife. Why you longed to be the mother of her newborn baby. Until she was spread on your bed. And you knew the answer.

One morning, you heard a knock on your door. It was painfully early in the morning, it was about 6:30AM. You were only up to answer the door because you had spent all night rewatching your favorite TV show. You rushed to open the door. It was Lana holding her baby girl. "I'm so sorry, she wouldn't stop crying and my husband told me to find any way to shut her up so I brought her over to your house cause I just wanted to see you but you don't have any experience with kids and I'm now realizing why did I bring her over when you don't even have a cradle I could put her in and...I'm ranting, aren't I?" she sighed and then a smile appeared on her face. You took her hand, the hand that's promised to another, and brought her inside.