So I love Giselle and Han, had to have some drama between the two, even if it is completely overshadowed by Dotty. Hope you guys enjoy.
Over a month had passed since Dom had gone back home, and Giselle had finally noticed Letty going back to her usual self. She stopped moping in her room and just drifting between work and home. She started going back to the races and parties, and although Giselle still wished she would go after Dom—even if it meant leaving her—she was glad Letty was returning to normal.
"Hey, pretty girl," came a quiet voice from behind her as she lay on her stomach on her bed. She turned to the door to where Han was, giving her that charming smile that made her feel warm all over. He came in and shut the door, sitting down next to her. "So, I've been thinking…" Just those words made Giselle's stomach clench and she dropped her eyes back to the magazine she had been reading, trying to contain the panic she was feeling. Those words never tended to lead anywhere good. Han didn't seem to notice the uncomfortable tension. "I want you to move in with me." Giselle looked up at him carefully, surprised that his expression was unreadable. He wasn't smiling at her, like she thought he would be. Maybe he could already sense her decision. Giselle licked her lips quickly, her mouth opening even though she didn't know what she was going to say. "I don't want your answer right now. Right now, you're gonna look for the easiest way out, and you're going to say that Letty needs you and you have to stay with her." Maybe he did know her a little bit that she gave him credit for. "And I don't want you to say that. Take your time." Han stood up and pressed a kiss to her forehead before backing away to the door. "Give me a call when you have your answer." A frown creased Giselle's forehead as she realized he was giving her an ultimatum. The smile he gave her as he left was a sad one.
"Shit," she muttered. As soon as she heard the front door slam shut, she got up and was in Letty's room in seconds. Letty frowned up at her from she was still under the covers, the curtains still shut. "Letty, it's two o'clock. Wake the fuck up and help me out here." Letty groaned and rubbed her eyes. She rolled over so that she was facing Giselle, although half her face was buried in her pillow. Giselle narrowed her eyes. "Letty, come on! You sleep for hours like every single day."
"Fine, fine. I'm up!" She growled and sat up, leaning back against her pillows. Giselle rested her back against the pillows as well and turned her face to Letty.
"Han asked me to move in with him," she stated. Letty smirked at her.
"And you came up with some bullshit excuse because even though you love him you're all about 'being a free woman' and 'not being tied to one guy'," Letty began to shuffle around, making herself comfortable and resting her head against Giselle's shoulder.
"Well, yeah, but I never actually told him the excuse, he just kinda…Said it when he asked me to move in. Said I'd come up with an excuse and to call him when I had my answer…And the way he said it, he made it sound like if I didn't want to move in, we were over," Giselle exhaled heavily through her nose. Letty pursed her lips together, letting the silence sit between the two girls. She really wasn't good with girl talk—that was always Giselle's department. When she needed to give girl advice, she would make a joke, or say something sarcastic; she wasn't any good when it was serious. And she knew the way Giselle felt about Han, even if the girl was too stubborn to admit it herself, and she knew this was serious.
"Move in with him, Giselle," Letty mumbled. She closed her eyes and was once again surprised by how tired she still felt.
"But I don't want to leave you," Giselle replied. Letty let out a snort.
"Yeah, right. You don't wanna move in with Han coz of whatever asshole hurt you back in the day, and you're scared it's going to happen again. It's not. Han's great, he loves you, even though you're a bitch to him," Letty grinned and Giselle rolled her eyes. "Don't use me as an excuse."
"That's your amazing advice?" Giselle asked. Letty made a noise that confirmed it. "Oh, well, thanks a bunch," she muttered sarcastically. Letty laughed and moved back under her covers, pulling them up around her chin. Giselle frowned down at her. "How are you still tired? You didn't go to the races last night because you were tired and you went to bed early. And you've been in bed since we got home. That's like over twelve hours of sleep!" Letty grunted from where she had buried her head. Giselle tilted her head to the side and grasped the duvet, pulling it down to look at her friends face. "Are you, like, depressed or some shit?" Letty glared up at Giselle.
"No! I'm not 'depressed or some shit'. And if I was, you would so be the worst person to approach the subject!"
"Well that's like a side affect or something, isn't it? Sleeping or the time?"
"Or maybe I'm just tired?" Letty sighed and blinked slowly. "Like fucking tired…All the time." She frowned slightly. Giselle raised her eyebrows. "Eh, it'll pass." Closing her eyes again, she turned her back to Giselle, clearly dismissing her. Giselle rolled her eyes and left the room.
"Letty…Letty! Dinner!" Giselle yelled from the kitchen. She grumbled under her breath as she picked up her on plate and moved to the lounge. When Letty still didn't come out of the bathroom, where she had been for over half an hour, Giselle moved down the hallway. She knocked on the door and frowned when she heard a gagging noise from inside. "Oi, Letty," she opened the door. "Letty, what the hell, girl?" She gasped as she saw Letty bent in front of the toilet. Letty looked up at her, the pretty Latina's face pale.
"Fuck, I must have eaten something bad," Letty groaned as she leaned her head against the wall. Giselle sighed and sat down on the ground next to her, leaning against the door.
"You've slept all day, you haven't eaten anything," she pointed out, frowning. Letty started groaning again and leaned back into the toilet bowl. Giselle rubbed her back once before opening their bathroom cupboards. When she saw what she had been looking for, she looked back at Letty with her lips pushed together. "Let…" Letty looked over to where she was holding out a small cardboard box, and her eyes narrowed.
"What the hell? I don't need to take that!" She stated indignantly.
"You haven't eaten anything that could make you sick, and you've been sleeping like almost twelve hours a day, everyday for the past week," Giselle pointed out, still holding out the pregnancy test.
"I haven't had sex with…Anyone since Dom," Letty muttered and Giselle saw realization in her eyes. She frowned slightly.
"And you used protection with him, right?" From the sigh and the way Letty dropped her head, Giselle guessed not. "And that was like a month ago. You would be getting the first symptoms now if, you know, you…Were." Letty looked up and snatched the box from her friends hand.
"This is not happening," she hissed as she pulled the test out and looked down at the instructions. Giselle bit down on her lower lip as she stood up and left the bathroom, giving her friend some privacy. A second later, the door opened silently and the stick was handed out.
"That's disgusting! You just pissed on that, I don't want it!" Giselle cried out, stepping away from it.
"Giselle—take it!" Letty snapped. "I can't look at it!" Giselle sighed and took the stick, walking into the lounge. Letty stayed in the bathroom, next to the toilet. The thought of being pregnant scared her half to death. She had never thought about being pregnant seriously, only as a future thought. When her and Dom finally began seeing each other just after she had turned eighteen, they had had a pregnant scare. Dom had been great, even though she had seen the panic in his eyes. When the test had been negative, they had both breathed a sigh of relief. They hadn't talked about what would have happened if the test had been positive. It wasn't that she doubted him, but they were only, she was eighteen, he was twenty. They were drinking and racing every weekend, and had started pulling jobs only a few months later. They had never really been in a position to think about kids. And when she had left him, two years ago, several months after turning nineteen, there had never been anyone else to consider kids with, and the idea just dropped off her radar.
Two, three minutes past.
Then five.
Then ten.
Letty crawled to the door of the bathroom and looked down the hallway to where Giselle was standing by the centre island, looking down, probably at the pregnancy test.
"Giselle?" Letty's voice was barely audible. Giselle looked up at her, her lips pushed together. Letty finally stood up and walked over to her hesitantly. She looked down at the test sitting on the bench and she felt herself run cold.
"This isn't fucking happening…"
It's been done a hundred times, I KNOW! But I haven't done it yet, so bare with me.
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