3 weeks later…

DOMS POV

I was sitting on the edge of the bed, my head in my hands. I could hear her retching through the door.

She had spent the better half of the morning in the bathroom sitting on the tile floor, staring at the toilet. I got up off the bed and inched my way into the bathroom, kneeling behind her resting my hands on her shoulders before pulling back her hair

"Are you worried Let?" I asked, as i leaned in kissing the top of her head.

"arn't you?" she said turning, our eyes locking.

flashback

During dinner the other day I had noticed her picking at her plate, not eating. I had noticed her raise her beer to her lips, taking no more than a sip. I had watched her run to the bathroom and get sick thinking nothing of it. I had noticed she was moodier than normal. I noticed she had been sleeping more. I had been so stupid. How did I not notice? Letty was late. I hadn't noticed at first with all the excitement of the new heist, we were busy planning and orcistraiting who would do what where would we meet. I could usually notice the slightest changes with her, and I always knew cycle like clock work, from month to month, but somewhere along the way in the last 4 months or so I had lost track.

It started at the garage yesterday Leon and Tego were working on a car, Roman and Han were putting the finishing touches on the heist, and me, well I was watching Letty. She was lifting heavy black boxes like they were nothing. I felt tense and watchful, I know now that was how my father must have felt when my mother was pregnant with Mia and me. I felt an overwhelming desire to take the box's from her and tell her to sit. I didn't know what I was doing but I couldn't stop myself, I walked up to her took the boxes out of her hands and told her to come with me.

I drove her home and we walked down to the beach, we needed someplace quiet to talk. I had never been one to beat around the bush. I sat in the sand, staring off, before she joined me. I turned to her.

"Do you think you could be pregnant," Letty's eyes widened in complete surprise. "You haven't had a period in two months," I continued.

She was silent for awhile, before she dropped her head in her hands mouthing "fuck"

"You think it's possible," I asked again, noticing her eyes getting watery.

"we have sex all the time, we don't always use protection. You're a young stud, and I'm in my prime baby making years. Of course it's possible!" she got out before the tears started.

I pulled her into my arms, cupping her face and kissed her tenderly, "your not eating a lot, or drinking beer, your late, are you having any other symptoms?" she stared off in deep thought.

"Letty," I brought her thoughts back to me rubbing my hands down from her face to her neck and over her shoulders, "you are, aren't you. What is it?"

She swallowed and couldn't quite manage to meet my eyes, "I've been throwing up, I thought it was nerves about this heist."

"And," I knew that there was more.

"And my boobs are sore," she admitted.

I pulled her close to me again, if it had just been her being late it would have been one thing. But we both knew that it was more than likely at this point.

"What do you want to do," I asked. I already knew how i felt, I had time to get used to the idea.

"I think we should worry about it later" she said standing up.

...to be continued...

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