Okay guys, first day at my new job and I am stuuuuuffed. I'm going to try and update every second week, but bear with me! There are about nine chapters left. Hope you guys enjoy!

Letty's concentration was everywhere through the week. She barely paid any attention at work—at the bar, and at the garage. She had thought that she would loose even more sleep, knowing that she was pregnant, but she seemed to sleep even more. Giselle was trying to be supportive and give her the space she knew Letty needed, but she was getting more and more agitated. Letty had insisted on going to the doctors appointment by herself on Friday morning, and Giselle finally rung Han.

"Giselle," his voice was quiet. She winced at his tone, and licked her lower lip nervously. She hated feeling like this because of a guy—this was exactly the reason why she didn't get this involved.

"Hey…Han," she mumbled. "Look, I—"

"Giselle, I said to ring me when you had an answer," Han said. On his end of the line, he was curling his fingers into his fist, barely able to stop himself from asking her what was wrong. "If you're just ringing with an excuse…I don't want to hear it." Giselle bit down on her lower lip and exhaled heavily. On his end, Han sighed as well. "Giselle, I love you, you know that. That's the only reason I've stuck around through all your bullshit." She flinched. Han sighed again and then pulled the phone away from his ear, pressing the end call button. Giselle sighed, lowering the phone to the table in front of her.

She guessed he had every reason to be mad at her. She had been jerking him around for over a year now. It wasn't exactly on purpose, it was just because she had never committed herself to someone before. And she knew that it wasn't fair, given Han's feelings for her, but she just couldn't bring herself to give herself completely to Han.

"Fuck," she hissed.

"If you keep sitting there and staring at the wall, it's not going to jump out at you and give you an answer," Giselle snapped, tired of the silence that Letty was sitting in. Letty shot her a glare before flopping down on the couch fully, propping her feet up on Giselle's lap. "So what did the doctor say?"

"He said I'm about six to seven weeks along…Which makes sense given that's the only time I've had unprotected sex in the past year," she added with a growl.

"Which means it's definitely Dom's," Giselle stated, wondering if that made things better or worse. "At least you're not going to be one of those chicks who doesn't know who her baby daddy is." Letty glowered at her friend.

"I don't want a baby daddy," she snapped. Giselle twisted her mouth as she rubbed Letty's feet. The anger slowly drained from the second girls face before Giselle murmured,

"Does that mean you don't want the baby?" Letty was quiet and Giselle licked her lower lip. "Letty, you need to talk to Dom. He'll understand—whatever you decide. From what I saw that weekend, that boy loves you, and he just wants you to be happy." Letty still didn't reply and Giselle was getting frustrated again. "Letty, I'm not your mum, I can't force you to do shit! But…Dom will never forgive you if you don't include him in this."

"Not if he never finds out," Letty replied and Giselle's eyes flew open.

"You told me that you were planning on going back, even if it's not for a year or whatever," she frowned. "He's going to find out." Letty sucked her lower lip into her mouth and nodded. "And it's not something you say over the phone; you need to go see him." Letty gave another short nod, although from the way her eyes were narrowed, she obviously wasn't looking forward to it. Or maybe she was pissed off at being told what to do, Giselle wasn't entirely sure.

"Have you talked to Han?"

"He hung up on me," Giselle muttered. Letty pursed her lips, deciding against saying anything. "Look, my shitty ass love life is not the main thing right now. You need to get to Dom's…You needa sort out all the shit between you two, because soon whatever the fuck went wrong with you guys, isn't going to be the main issue. It's going to be all about this baby."

"We've got work tonight and tomorrow, I'll go on Sunday," Letty sat up and stretched, blinking slowly. "I think I'm gonna have a nap before—"

"Fuck work, Letty," Giselle shook her head. "The club is overstaffed as it is. Just take the weekend off. Go tomorrow morning, give you guys enough time to talk." Letty stood up and looked down at Giselle.

"Only if you talk to Han," she replied. Giselle rolled her eyes and Letty smirked at her before making her way to her room. Giselle was right. Not going home had never been an option. She wasn't entirely certain as to when she was going back, but she knew she was. 1327 was a part of her that was left empty since she had been gone. If she decided against having this baby, she might be able to keep it from Dom for months, maybe years, but not forever. And if she did have this baby, there was no way she could hide it.

The more she thought about it, the more certain she was of a decision.

Half of her, half of Dom.

The two parts that her whole.

There wasn't a chance in hell she wasn't going to have this baby.

She had slept like the dead until three in the morning, and then left shortly after she heard Giselle come in from work. She packed a bag, and left, driving for the place she knew as home. The drive which usually would have taken four hours, took eight. It seemed every half hour she would pull over to the side of the road and re think her decision. Driving made her feel better, the windows wound all the way down, the wind tangling her hair. Giselle text her around nine thirty, wishing her good luck. She parked down the road of the Toretto residence for almost an hour, her lips pursed together and her fingers tapping on the steering wheel.

"Get your shit together, girl," she muttered under her breath before turning over the engine of her car. She was feeling sick in the pit of her stomach as she pulled over to the side of the road outside 1327, which looked exactly the same way she had left it, two years ago. The knots in her stomach weren't just because of the pregnancy, she was so nervous she thought she was going to pass out. Letty pulled her leather jacket tighter around her and stepped out of the car, her toes curling nervously in her Chucks. Before she even started up toward the house she saw Mia.

The girl looked exactly the same as she always had, that beautiful brown hair curling around her shoulders and the dancing eyes that she shared with her brother. She was talking to someone in the kitchen as she came down the side steps, so she was facing away from the front lawn where Letty was. But as she turned around, her eyes widened and her mouth dropped open slightly. Letty shifted her body weight uncomfortably, before cracking a half smile and taking a step closer.

"Hey, girl," she smirked at her.

"Took you fucking long enough," Mia cried out as she crossed the distance between them and threw her arms around her neck. Letty had to bite down hard on her lower lip to keep back the tears that flooded her eyes as the Toretto girl hugged her tightly. When they pulled apart, Mia's eyes narrowed. "Does Dom know you were coming?" She asked.

"Nah, I, uh, just got in my car last night and started driving," Letty replied.

"Yo, Mia! Who you—" Brian's voice broke off as his eyes fell on Letty. A grin spread across the blonde's face as he came down the steps and wrapped his arms around the Latina. "Letty!" His breath tickled her ear and she grinned as she looked over to the Skyline parked in the driveway.

"Geez, man, you still got shit taste in cars," she laughed, although it was a little forced. Brian rolled his eyes as he slung an arm around his wife's shoulders.

"Does, uh, Dom know you're here?" Brian asked.

"No," Mia quickly rushed on. "Don't text him yet." Letty frowned.

"He doesn't live here anymore?"

"He does. He's at the garage," Mia shrugged. "The races are tonight, so him and Roman are looking over some of the cars." Letty's face lit up.

"Roman Pierce? That guy still around?" She grinned.

"Can't seem to get rid of him," Brian grinned back.

"Look, Dom will be back later. Did you want to go and see him, or just wait here?" Mia asked. Letty felt her nervousness rising in her throat again.

"I'll stay here," she replied. Mia nodded, although her eyes flicked over to Brian, looking slightly nervous herself.

"Are we going to stand here, or go inside?" Brian asked, raising his eyebrows. Letty grinned and he slung his other arm around her, leading the two girls inside.

Dom's eyes fell on the Interceptor as he pulled into his driveway, and his stomach clenched. As far as he knew, Mia hadn't been in contact with Letty, and he sure as hell hadn't. Which meant if Letty was there, it was because she wanted to be. He had to take in several deep breaths before he got out of the car, masking his confusion as he walked toward the house. Brian had come into the lounge when he heard Dom's car pull up, and he met the bigger mans eyes as he walked in.

"She's in the kitchen with Mia," the blonde muttered. Dom pursed his lips together and walked toward the kitchen. He could hear his sister talking animatedly and he licked his lower lip when he heard Letty's throaty laugh. He leaned against the doorframe and the two girls fell quiet. Mia was still smiling as she walked toward her brother and pressed a kiss to his cheek before leaving the two in the kitchen alone. Letty looked over at him, her face defiant, her eyes daring him to say something. He shook his head and gave her a half smile.

"You're back," he stated.

"Just for the weekend," she reiterated.

"Just for the weekend," he repeated, his gravelly voice laced with a slight mocking tone. "Well, it's a start."

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