It had been two weeks since Regan had moved back into her home next to the Toretto house. Mia had made a point to invite Regan to almost every activity she or her family were holding, even going as far to remind Regan that Cara would be there since of course Vince was going, but Regan had turned the other pregnant girl down at every turn. She was determined to keep her life separate from Dom's. Hadn't he made it perfectly clear when he'd walked out of her life that he didn't want her any more? Yes, he wanted to know their child, but that didn't mean he wanted Regan.

She did feel bad always turning Mia down. She really liked the other girl. Perhaps if Mia invited her to something that only the girls were doing, she'd say yes to that. Regan did spend a lot of time with Cara, and Vince due to the two being attached at the lips. Today though it seemed everyone was gone. Well, except for Mia, who was babysitting Lily next door. Regan had made arrangements to have her house painted, so she wanted to get the gutters cleaned out before the two men came to paint. She was also having some dead bushes, and a dying tree removed from her backyard. Regan was excited at the prospect of getting all the major work done so she could start doing the little things.

Humming to herself as she dressed in cutoffs and tank top, she slathered her body with the highest point sun-block she could find. She put on her good sneakers, grabbed her good gloves and put on her baseball cap. She was ready to go.

As she was laying down plastic, to catch the leaves she threw out of the gutter, Mia and Lily came outside.

"Hi, Regan," Mia called out.

"Rey An! Rey An!" the little girl squealed, and immediately moved over for hugs.

Regan didn't disappoint, giving lots of hugs and kisses to the little girl before setting her back down.

Lily started playing in the sandbox her daddy had built her, and Mia stretched out on the lounge with a few tabloids. Regan moved the ladder into position and climbed up to start her work.

"Wow, I don't think anyone has ever cleaned these," Regan wrinkled her nose in disgust.

Mia laughed. "Probably not. The last couple were elderly, then he passed away, and she couldn't do it. I'm sure it never crossed her mind."

Regan had been working for about forty five minutes and she was already feeling exhausted. She wasn't even done on the back gutter, and she had three more to do. Steeling herself, she went back to cleaning the gutter.

Dom parked on the street so as not to block Mia in, and walked up the driveway. Lily squealed as soon as she saw him and began pointing towards Regan's house. "Da, 'ook, Rey An 'igh. Rey An ruf."

Dom followed her finger and his heart almost stopped as he saw Regan perched on the second to the top step of a tall ladder cleaning out gutters. She was sweating profusely, and she looked like she was trembling slightly. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?!?"

Mia hid her smile in her magazine as Dom's overprotective streak broke the surface.

Regan turned slightly, blinking startled eyes at him. "Um, cleaning the gutters?" Her tone was completely innocent. "I've got painters coming to do the exterior and I need to get this done before they get here on Thursday. That gives me three days to get this done."

Dom had already stomped over to the ladder, put his hands around her waist, and gently lifted her down off the ladder. "I will get your gutters down. You are pregnant and should not be climbing ladders. Anything that needs doing, like this, I will do."

"That's ridiculous, Dom…" she started.

"No, it's not." He put his palm over her belly and she couldn't help the shiver as his flesh touched hers. "That's my baby in there, and I will not let anything happen to you or it."

"Okay," she whispered. "I have an appointment on Friday if you want to go. It's just a check up, there's no ultrasound or anything yet."

"What time?"

"Eleven."

"How far away is the doctor's office?"

"It's downtown, so about forty five minutes, and I have to be there ten minutes early since it's a new doctor for me."

"I'll pick you up at ten."

"All right."

"And I'll get your gutters taken care of."

This time she just nodded.

"We're grilling out tonight. Why don't you come eat with us?" His eyes were burning into hers.

She didn't understand what he wanted, or what he was trying to say to her without words. "Are you sure?"

"Yes. In fact, you look exhausted. Why don't you go shower, get something to drink, and come lay down on a lounge next to Mia… have a pregnant girl chat session or something." When he saw she was still uncertain he took her trembling hand in his. "We're gonna have to be friends here at the very least, Regan."

"Okay. I'll be right back." She went inside not looking back.

Dom felt a hand on his arm, rubbing up and down. "That was really good, Dom. Really good."

"Have I lost her?"

"No… but you're going to have to go slowly. If you try to rush it she'll think it's about the baby."

**

Regan had to admit, lying on the lounge chair did feel good. It wasn't too hot outside, and it was sort of soothing listening to Lily babbling in the sandbox. Occasionally, Mia would question something she read in the magazine she was reading, and Regan would give her the skinny. She barely noticed as Cass, Sonja, Cara and Letty joined the circle. The discussion took on a more risqué tone as Cara began adding in her stories as well. The men were busy talking about cars and grilling.

"I can't believe you used to date Zack Kind," Sonja was looking at Regan with interest.

She snorted. "Please we dated for four months and he got pissed because I wouldn't sleep with him."

"You have to tell them how you found him and Keisha in flagrante, and how you told him off," Cara was smug.

"We went to this stupid club, I hadn't even wanted to go out but everyone was getting upset with me for bailing constantly. So, here we are in this loud bar, Harry's, and it's so loud you can't even think. We were supposed to meet Zack and some of his friends there, but we were running late. Devon, the bartender, tossed us some Cosmo's, and I decided I would stop by the little girl's room before looking for Zack. I was ready to break up any way. The magazines had us practically engaged and to the altar, and while his dad would have loved that, I would not."

"Come on, Reggie, don't get off topic," Cara nudged. "We enter the bathroom…"

"So, we enter the bathroom and right away you can hear that there's something going on in one of the stalls. There's almost always something going on in one of the stalls of most bathrooms of most of the bars in New York. It wasn't going to stop me from freshening my lip gloss. I noticed the shoes, and they looked familiar, but then I noticed the belt buckle, lying on the floor with the man's pants. I recognized it because it had been a birthday gift from me to him."

"So Regan opens the stall door as he's telling Keisha how awesome she is and Regan says, Well, hello Zack, Keisha, How nice to see you both, or something like that. He dropped that blonde bitch on the toilet, and started hustling to put his pants on. She starts putting on lip gloss and making sure it's perfect."

Regan shrugged, "It's always good to look nice Cara."

"Then she tells them not to stop on her account, she was just there to powder her nose. There was some more trash talk between her and Keisha, and Zack tried to beg for her to take him back, but luckily that was a no go."

"As if I'd let Zack Kind put his hands anywhere on any portion of my unclothed body. The thought makes me nauseous. And then there was that horrid song he put out saying I was his inspiration," she shuddered.

"I remember that. We were at the beach that day!" Mia burst in.

"Oh yeah!" Cara laughed. "Nick, his Dad, has been putting Zack through the ringer, telling Zack he won't give him another dime until Zack makes it up to Regan, you know the whole doing a ho in the bathroom of a bar. And he wants Zack to get Regan back."

"Yeah, like that's gonna happen," Regan muttered.

"I'm just saying."

"Wait a minute, didn't you say that your ex had gotten another girl pregnant?" Mia asked, fascinated.

"Keisha, bathroom stall ho," Regan nodded. "He's being a douche, saying it's not his and he's going to make her take a test."

"Well to be fair, she did sort of get around," Cara pointed out.

"I just hope it's all cleared up by the time Stacy and Max get married, because I do not want to deal with any of that."

"Move forward some, Regan, I want to put some more sunblock on your back," Cass instructed, and she began rubbing the cool lotion in. "So who're Stacy and Max?"

"Are we asking too many questions?" Sonja asked. "Do you want us to shut up?"

Regan laughed. "I don't mind telling stories; I just don't want to be judged because of my parents or my wealth. Stacy is a girl I went to school with from the beginning all the way through college at Brown. Her father was a Quarterback in the NFL at one time and now he's co-owner in several restaurants and resorts. Max is Max Sandusky, extreme sports nut," Regan rolled her eyes. "He also goes by The Great Big Max Attack. I think he's fallen off his dirt bike and hit his head a few too many times. They are really good together though."

Brian called Dinner and everyone got up and moved around the table to say Grace and start eating. It was a surreal feeling for Regan. It almost felt like when she'd first moved into the house next door, before she and Dom had started their relationship… only this time she was pregnant with his child. Lily wanted to sit in her lap the entire time, and Regan let her. She really had missed the little girl.

"So, when is this wedding?" Mia asked.

"October fourteenth," Regan's brow furrowed as she tried to remember.

"Oh, so only a few weeks away," Letty seemed surprised.

Cara jumped in. "Yep, we'll fly out on the tenth, and come back on the sixteenth. We do have a bachelorette party to attend. There will probably be pictures in the papers." Cara's eyes widened, "I didn't even think, Reggie, are you going to be able to fly with me?"

Regan waved her off. "Of course I will. I just can't fly in the third trimester."

Lily began looking between Regan and Cara. "Rey An go?" her voice was tiny and her bottom lip quivered. "Rey An no go, no go," she kept repeating as she started to cling to Regan's neck. "Da, Rey An no go no go no go."

Tears began to spill down Regan's cheeks. This is what they'd been talking about, how Lily had been hurt when she'd left. She'd hurt the little girl without meaning to. The toddler just kept repeating those words, and the others just kept trying to extricate the toddler. Finally, Regan had enough. "Stop, all of you," she told them. She stood, wrapping her arms around Lily tightly and moved into the living room of Dom's house. "Lily, Lily, Liliana, shhhhhh, I'm not going anywhere. I'm right here."

Lily looked into Regan's face. "No go?"

"No go."

Lily smiled through her tears and Regan let her down to go run outside. Regan sank down onto the couch and began sobbing.