A/N: So, this might be 6 parts, but no more than that!

Part IV

"Goddamnit, Han."

"It's not his fault that I had to track you down." Dom said, following her into the house. "Besides, if you didn't want to be found, you should have known better than to leave the SIM card in your phone."

Letty plopped on the couch without offering Dom a seat. She glanced at the table and then back at him as if to convey something. His eyes followed hers and he was genuinely surprised to see that not only had she taken the SIM card out of her phone, but it was also twisted and bent.

"Well, too little, too late," responded Dom.

"What do you want?"

"What do I-? Are you serious, Letty? You're pregnant so you just skipped town? Were you even gonna tell me?"

"No." Letty simply replied.

Dom fell backwards into the La-Z-Boy chair as if Letty had just punched him in the chest. He leaned forward with his elbows on his knees and rubbed his bald head with both hands.

"Why?" He sighed.

"Don't play stupid, Dom. You know why."

"So, what was your plan? Have an abortion?"

"Maybe it was!" Letty lied.

"You ain't killin' my child, Letty."

"It's not really your decision."

"Like hell it's not." He said, plainly.

"Holy shit!" Leon's voice shouted. "Letty! There's water by the front door! I almost bust my a- oh wow." He paused when he saw Dom in his living room. "Hey, DT. Long time, no see."

"Leon?" Dom breathed in disbelief. This was just too much for his brain to process at the moment. He'd come to whisk Letty back to LA and she was with Leon? Dom had always thought the worst; he figured Leon was dead or was hidden so deep in bowels of some godforsaken prison that they'd never see him again. But here Leon was; in the flesh. Dom stood from his seat and embraced his old friend tightly.

"It's so good to see you, man."

"You too, DT." Leon admitted. They parted. "I guess I should leave you two alone to talk some things out."

And with that, he was gone.

Dom looked back over at Letty who was casually flicking through the channels on Leon's TV. His face contorted in anger.

"You really weren't gonna tell me?"

Letty shrugged. "You've got enough on your plate anyway. And besides, everyone's asking me my plans like I've just got it all figured out within the three days since I've known."

"Well, you had to have at least thought about all your options. Which doesn't really matter because you're having my baby and we're going to be a family." Dom assured her.

Letty took a deep breath and slowly turned her head to look at him. An expression of amusement and annoyance crossed her features. "And just what does Elena have to say about all of this?"

"She doesn't know yet."

Matter-of-factly, Letty nodded her head. "Exactly. Of course she doesn't." She checked the clock above the fireplace. "Well, if you'll excuse me, I've got a doctor's appointment."

"I'm coming with you."

"No."

"Yes."

"Dom."

"Letty."

"Ugggh!" Letty groaned, frustratedly. "Fine. Whatever."

"Ms. Ortiz, right?"

"Letty, please."

"Okay, Letty. What's going to happen is that we'll draw some blood, just enough to get a good read on whether or not you're actually pregnant. Are you experiencing morning sickness, changes in appetite or sore breasts?"

"I vomitted two mornings last week. Not too many changes in my eating habits and no, my breasts aren't sore."

"But you've missed a period?"

Letty nodded once. "Yes."

"And you got a positive home pregnancy test, correct?"

She replied in the affirmative once again.

"Well, once we take the blood, we should get the results back within seventy-two hours. And that will give us a little more of a time table to the date of conception."

Letty inwardly groaned.

Seventy-two hours? She was stuck with Dominic hovering over her for three whole days? Great. Just great.

And just like the doctor had promised, a nurse came into the room and assisted in drawing a small vial of Letty's blood. When she was all patched up and discharged, Letty made her way back out into the waiting area where Dom was sitting. He was jingling his keys nervously while his leg shook with anxiety.

"All set?" He asked.

"Yeah."

Dom stood quickly and put his hand on her back while he opened the door for her.

"I'm pregnant, not disabled." She muttered.

In the car, Dom carried the conversation, not oblivious to Letty's one and two word answers.

"So? How long ago did I knock you up?"

Letty narrowed her eyes, but remained looking out of the window. "Don't sound so pleased with yourself. It might not even be your kid."

Dom slammed on the breaks, causing the car behind him to swerve out of the way. The driver honked furiously as he passed Dom. The muscled Italian, however, was completely unaware of anything except for the words that had just left Letty's mouth.

"What did you just say to me?" He demanded.

Letty cleared her throat. "You heard me."

"Who else have you been having sex with?"

"Who else have you been having sex with?" The brunette inquired.

"Letty, don't fuck around. And don't make this about Elena."

"It's already about Elena!" She shouted. Letty closed her eyes to compose herself before looking back out of the window. "Just drive, Dom. You're holding up traffic."

Dom eased one foot off of the brake pedal and the other onto the gas. "Have you been seeing someone else?"

His voice was calmer and held the slightest hint of desperation. He needed to know.

Letty didn't answer for a long while. So long that Dom began to wonder if this really was his baby.

Eventually, with a small, defeated voice, Letty answered, "No."

And Dom silently allowed relief to wash over his entire system. He knew he didn't have any right to be jealous or even angry. Hello, hypocrisy much? But Letty was his. And she had to know that he was hers. Didn't she?

"DT, are you going to be sticking around for a couple of days?" Leon asked over their pizza dinner. Up until then, the table had been silent.

"Yeah, I think so. Is it cool if I crash here til then?"

Leon looked at Letty out of the corner of his eye. She was ripping apart the napkin that she'd used to wipe grease from her fingertips.

"Yeah, absolutely." Leon replied. Letty cleared her throat and picked at the sausage on her pizza, but still said nothing.

It was past two am when the door opened with a creak. Footsteps. The mattress dipped and the covers shifted.

Letty settled herself into the bed next to Dom, somehow knowing that he was already awake. Just like she had been. Wordlessly, Dom wrapped an arm around her petite body. They lie in silence for nearly an hour.

"I don't want this." Letty finally whispered, her voice shaking. "I pictured a life with you so many different ways. But never like this."

"I know." He answered. "Neither did I."

"I want to be with you. But," Letty swallowed past the painful tightness in her throat.

"I know." He kissed her temple and rested his cheek against her silky hair. "But you know I would always choose you."

"And no matter what, someone is going to get hurt."

"Letty, just be with me. Please."

The brunette leaned up and pushed him onto his back. Straddling him, Letty pulled her camisole off and reached for his hands. She encouraged him to massage and squeeze her breasts, and he complied. Letty kissed him, tenatively, at first, but when he responded by slipping his tongue into her mouth, she was no longer hesitant.

She grinded her core against his hardening cock. When he ripped her underwear from her body, Letty's eyes closed her body hummed with anticipaton. Dom pulled himself from the confines of his boxers and groaned in satisfaction as Letty wasted no time in impaling herself on his manhood.

This was easy. Rocking back and forth. Riding up and down. Kissing in a sloppy fervor. Reaching a new milestone of ecstasy. Possessing one another. And drowning in the wroth sea of their own sexual destruction.

Yeah, this was easy.