3.

Mia's hands shook as she signed the dotted line on the papers she had been given. She placed the pen on the table once she was done and slowly got up, giving the funeral director a slight nod as she left his office and headed outside. She unlocked the door to her car and slid in, not bothering to start up her car yet, needing to take a minute to get herself together before heading to the motel she was staying at.

She was broken from her trance when she felt the vibration of her cell phone in her purse on the seat next to her. Mia rummaged through her things until she found her cell, frowning slightly that it was an unknown number though she had the feeling it would be her brother calling to tell her that he'd gotten down to Mexico safely to meet Letty and Leon.

"Hello?"

"Mia..."

"Dominic." Mia sighed with relief at the sound of her brother's unmistakable voice. "Where are you?"

"I'm in Mexico with Letty."

"How is she?"

"She's a little banged up but she'll be fine. Listen to me carefully baby girl, I need you to do something for me."

Mia groaned, "What is it?"

"I need you to keep an eye on Vince up there. Don't come down here."

"But Dom-"

"End of discussion Mia."

The line went dead and Mia stared at her phone for a moment before tossing it back into her bag with a frustrated sigh, shaking her head in annoyance. She wanted to tell her brother to go to hell but his word was law so she had to abide by it, no matter how stupid she thought he was being.

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Letty looked up from the bed as Dom came into the bedroom, dropping his phone to the nightstand.

"How did Mia take it?"

Dom didn't bother answering the question, instead tugging off his clothes and sliding under the covers.

"Dom..."

He glanced at her, sighing. "Didn't really give her a chance to give me hell."

Letty nodded, figuring as much. She shifted uncomfortably in the bed, trying to find a position that would ease the pain in her ribs but it was pointless, she still ached. He looked over at her, worry etched on his face, wishing he could take the pain away, his shoulder throbbing with a dull reminder of his own injuries.

"We're a mess."

Dom couldn't help but chuckle at what she said. "Mmmhmm." He turned onto his side, easing pressure off his bad shoulder, giving her a lop-sided grin when she cast a sideways glance at him. "Least it's not the chicken pox."

"Shuddup." She mumbled, but felt the smile tugging at her lips.

"Oh come on, it was funny." He reached under the covers, his hand landing on her hip, softly stroking the soft skin exposed between her panties and the shirt she was wearing. He was glad for the change in topic, enjoying some normalcy between them with everything that was going on around them.

"Funny?!" She glared at him. "It was not funny Dominic. I could have killed you. What part of 'I haven't had them yet stay away from me' didn't you get?"

Dom shrugged, trying not to grimace at the resonating pain. "It wasn't my fault that Hector's sister's kid had them and gave them to me. You didn't really expect me to sleep alone did you?" He almost scoffed at the idea. It had been hard enough sleeping without her at the motels on his way down there.

He remembered that time well, it had only been a few years ago, on Letty's 21st birthday. They'd had a big barbecue at the house and Paulina, Hector's sister, had taken her two year old son Jorge. Everyone but Letty assured her that they'd already had the chicken pox so as long as Jorge stayed away from Letty it was fine. They didn't expect Dom taking to the kid like glue and rarely putting him down the entire day. They also didn't expect Dom getting the chicken pox from him.

The team had laughed mercilessly at him when Mia had to cover him in lotion and tape oven mitts to his hands so he would stop scratching. He was miserable, itchy and lonely without Letty because she refused to be around him until he got better, fearing that she'd get them herself. Dom grudgingly let her sleep in the spare room and was careful not to touch her or get too close but eventually he couldn't take it anymore. He craved her touch, was feeling even sorrier for himself that he hadn't felt her lips on his for almost a week. So he took action, sneaking into the spare room and into bed with her, oven mitts and all. She was sleeping, not registering his presence so he snuggled up to her, getting the first good night's sleep in too long.

The team laughed again when they heard the shrill shriek from the spare room the next morning and then Dom's pleading voice for Letty not to mad. She freaked out seeing the unmistakable signs of chicken pox across her body, bitched him out every minute of every day that she had to suffer. Mia taped oven mitts to her hands but Dom got the pleasure of covering her with the lotion. He didn't care how much she yelled at him and complained about it because he got what he wanted, he got to be close with his girl again.

"It was your fault, you wouldn't leave the damn kid alone. I thought you were going to try and steal him." She scoffed back, but when she looked at him again he caught the amused gleam in her brown eyes and he grinned back at her.

"Would rather have my own." He rumbled, the statement simple but his fingers at her hip began to stroke with purpose, dipping just under the band of her panties. He licked his lips, his eyes darkening.

She caught the look in his eyes and shook her head, almost sadly. She reached down to stop his hand from exploring further. "Dom..."

He looked at her, confused that she'd stopped him until he saw her wince turning to face him. He sighed and nodded, stilling his hand but he moved closer, wanting to pull her into his arms but knew he couldn't. Instead, he curled on his side against her and wrapped his arm around her stomach lightly, resting his read on the pillow above her shoulder.

"She'd have your hair, your eyes and mouth but my nose and ears..." He muttered against her shoulder. It was her turn to look confused.

"What are you talking about?"

"Our daughter, Lett." He smiled to himself at the thought, knowing she was rolling her eyes even though he couldn't see.

Letty did roll her eyes. "Funny, didn't know I was pregnant."

Dom smirked, lifting his head to look down at her. "That could change."

She gave him a look, just shaking her head at him in amusement before she closed her eyes and tugged the sheets up higher around them. "Goodnight Dominic."

"Goodnight baby." He leaned down and placed a soft kiss on her cheek before going back to nuzzling her neck.

He felt her body started to relax under his arm, felt the rhythmic rise and fall of her chest, heard her soft breaths of sleep. He wanted to join her, fall into a peaceful abyss but he couldn't. He couldn't stop everything playing in his mind over and over again. Tran, the heists, the cop, Jesse...It was all too much and he didn't know how to deal with it. Leon had ran, Vince was fighting for his life and he'd told his baby sister to stay away. His team had been shattered and he blamed himself.

Dom's thoughts were interrupted by a small murmur from Letty and he had to smile at the sweet sound, burying his head into her neck and managing to finally drift off to sleep.