Song: I won't give up By Jason Mraz

Vincent:

Trevor called me the moment he saw that asshole walk into the restaurant. So I told him to go in and sit back to watch whatever happens and make sure he doesn't lay a hand on her. The deal was for him to never, ever see her. That was the deal for him to pick up and move along and never get in contact with her again.

The moment I show up, Trevor points to the back hallway and I head back there only to find him, with his fucking hands on her. Seriously Trevor, what the hell am I paying you for. His lips touching my lips, they belong to me and seeing her fighting him off pisses me off because he can't take the fucking hint to lay off.

So I do the only thing I know on instinct, I punch the shit out of him. When his head spins around along with blood flying from his lip it gives me a since of pleasure. However when I pause to look at her, I see not only fear but relief that I am there to save her and it makes my heart weep for her. God I would do anything for her.

But the words that come out of my mouth, "How the hell did he find you?" I don't even realize how it sounds until she calls me on it.

"Apparently it's not that hard when my name is plastered on the outside of the building."

"But still, there could be hundreds of girls with that name?" A part of me feels that she had to tell him where she was. I know she must still have some kind of feelings for him. Not only that be I think he is still somewhat friends with her friend ReAnn, maybe she said something.

But she looks up to me with that hatred glare. I know the moment she looks at me with those eyes; I fucked up. She wipes her tears from her cheek and I know she is fixing to let me have it. "I haven't talked to him since the day you...you paid him off." She shoves her finger into my chest and it actually hurts a little...damn. "I was shocked to see him here. I never, ever thought he would find me. Don't you dare stand there and act like I had something to do with this." She shoves the shit out of me and walks off.

"Katana...wait..." I yell for her.

"Fuck off."

Wait...what the fuck! She can't tell me to 'fuck off', no one tells me to fuck off and get away with it.

 I don't know if I should go after her now or handle the asshole outside. I run my hand through my hair. Dammit, I decide to go out back and take care of him. I can deal with her later.

"Why the fuck are you here? We had a deal did we not?" I tighten my fist and hit him in the jaw again. He stumbles over, falling to the ground. "Did she contact you?"

He shakes his head no.

"Don't fucking lie to me. How in the hell did you know where she was?"

"Not hard to miss, hell you named the place after her. You just wanted me out of the way so that you could have her...motherfucker." He stands up and punches me in the gut. When he comes back around to hit me in the face, I move out of the way and hit him again.

"You have two options. You can leave here, have your little life or if you choose to stay, I will make sure you never see her again...ever...so which is it?"

"How much are you going to pay me this time?" he sneers at me.

 "Nothing." I glare back at him.

"Then I just might stay." He gives me a bloody shit eating grin.

"She is happily married. You will never be able to give her the things that I can give her. Don't you want her to be happy? If you really cared for her you would just leave her alone."

"I can't do that. I never should have left."

"Fine have it your way." I rear back and punch him several times. He collapses to the ground. My foot comes in contact with his side and then his back, I pull him up by his collar and use his head as a punching bag, bashing the shit out of his face not even caring about how much blood is getting all over me. Trevor finally pulls me off of him.

"Sbarazzati di lui." I tell Trevor to get rid of him.

"Yes sir."

When I go back into the kitchen, she is gone. "Have you guys seen Katana?"

Everyone shakes their head no. The other cook that helps her looks at me. "She left a few minutes ago, not sure where she went."

"Thanks."

As I am walking off he adds, "She was really upset about something sir...she was crying."

"Yeah I know, thanks."

I take out my phone to call her and of course she doesn't pick up. I send a few guys out looking for her. I drive home to see if maybe she went there but when I get there the house is empty. I get back in the car and drive back into town. "Where the hell are you Ana?"

I call her again, shit it's been over a damn hour now and I am really getting worried about her.

 "What?" She answers the phone still really pissed off.

"Where the hell are you?" I say angrily.

"I don't know?" She slurs with a slight giggle...dammit she is fucking drinking. She can be in any one of these bars getting into who knows what.

"Katana my love; where are you?" I try to sound not pissed off at her even though I really am. "Let me come get you."

She sounds really annoyed with me. "Wildhorse..." and the phone goes dead.

The moment I walk into the place, I spot her at the bar. There are a few guys around but I can tell she is on her own. There are also several empty glasses in front of her.

Katana:

I down another drink; I lost count of how many now. Hell I don't even see him come in until he is touching my arm and glaring down at me with those cold grey eyes of his.

"Let's go home."

"Go away...Vincent." I stand to leave but fall over the moment my feet hit the floor, crashing into his solid rock body. He picks me up and carries me out. "What about my stuff?" I huff.

"Trevor can you please grab her things." He carries me out to the car and then looks back at Trevor grabbing my bags.

 "Shit...what all does she have, looks like she bought the whole damn store."

"Yeah, kinda of looks that way." He places the bags in the trunk. Then he gets in to drive us home. We don't say a word all the way there.

 The moment I step out of the car, I puke everywhere. I try to walk on my own but that is not happening. I didn't realize I was that wasted. He picks me back up and carries me into the house.

"Put me down!" I yell at him. And he does once we are in the bedroom. I want to argue with him but once my head hits the bed I'm out.

When I do wake up, I find him in the kitchen cooking. "Did you kill him?" I waste no time in asking him.

He smirks, "No...but I should have."

I give him a look as I walk over to the fridge and grab a bottle of water. "I didn't know he was coming. I wasn't looking for him. He just showed up. You have to believe me."

"I believe you."

"Do you? Because you acted like I had something to do with him being here. Hell I can't help that you had this bright idea to plaster my name all over the building. He seen it and thought of me. That is the reason he was in there, to see if I was there. I didn't know he was going to be there."

"I said I believe you." His arms come around me. "Did he hurt you?"

I shake my head no. "I was just a little shocked he was there. I wasn't expecting to see him." I decide to change the subject. "So what are you cooking?"

He opens the lid and the aroma is mouthwatering but the moment I look down I get all queasy and have to open the trash to puke.

"Hey...you feel alright." His hand massages my back while the other holds my hair back.

"Actually no, I think I will go lay back down for a while." Maybe I had way too many to drink.

I'm still sick the next day, so Vincent calls the restaurant to let them know that I will be out today. Every time I try to move I feel nauseous so I lay in bed most of the day. He checks on me several times.

"I called a doctor to come over; he should be here in a little while."

"You didn't have to do that. It's probably just a stomach bug or something." I yawn and close my eyes back.

When the doctor comes he checks me out and gets a sample of my blood, urine, swaps my throat for strep and then my nose for the flu. "I will take all of this back to the office and give you a call with the results alright."

At the end of the day he calls. "Yes, she is here; hold a minute." He hands the phone to me. "He wants to talk to you."

"Oh...ok." I take the phone from him and put it up to my ear. "This is Katana."

"Katana I got all the results back. You tested negative for strep and the flu."

"Well that's good, so what is it just a stomach bug or something."

"Or something, the other test came back positive."

"What other test?"

"I had to run a pregnancy test on you...it's just one of those things to rule out. Congratulations you are going to be a mom."

"Wait...WHAT!!! You got to be kidding me." I start to feel really dizzy. It's not something that I have planned. I mean I don't mind being a mom maybe one day but now.

"No ma'am, like I said congratulations I can set you up with an OBGYN if you want or you can. I would just do it within the next few weeks alright."

"Yeah...ok...thanks." I end the call. I look up at Vincent and he is staring at me with suspicion.

"What...what did he say?"

"Uhm...uhm..." I put on a fake smile. I fight back the tears. "The test came back negative for the flu and strep...but..."

"But what?"

"I...I'm...pregnant apparently."

I watch his reaction and of course it is nothing like mine, matter of fact it's the complete opposite. He picks me up and twirls me around. "I'm going to be a father!" His hand softly touches my stomach. He looks up at me with tears in his eyes. He kneels in front of me and pulls my shirt up revealing the lower part of my stomach, his lips so soft against my skin as he kisses me. "I'm going to be a father," he says again overly excited.

I'm still in shock. I should be excited but a part of me is not. He looks up at me and notices my reaction to all of this. "What's the matter love?"

"I don't know how to me a mom. I don't remember much of my mother. What if I screw everything up? What if..."

"Stop...I am here to help. You are going to be the best mom ever." His hands come up to grasp my cheeks and his lips are softly on mine. "Everything is going to be alright."

"I'm just scared."

"I know love but I'm not going anywhere and hell if we need to we will call my mom to come help out."

Comes to find out, I'm almost three months pregnant.