Maldives, present

Letty went straight home after she spoke with Brian. She went around the back of the house, hoping to avoid speaking to anyone else. She was desperate for the solitude of her home. She knew that everything she had told Brian was true but she still felt as sick as she had the morning she had realized she wasn't pregnant.

She hopped over the railing of her back patio easily and let herself in the unlocked back door. Her bedroom was empty but smelled like the body wash that Dom used every morning. She flopped onto her bed, hoping that the comfort of her surroundings would help her drift off to sleep and away from the emotional start to her day.

Letty had barely closed her eyes when Dom walked into the bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed, his head in his hands. Letty opened her eyes slowly, raising her eyebrows questioningly when their eyes met.

"I was going to have a nap," she said, stretching to nudge him with her feet.

"Shitty." He replied, frowning. He had planned on having a reasonably civil conversation with her, knowing that any anger on his part risked driving her further away. The second he saw her, though, his reasonable intentions were clouded by hurt and anger. "I heard you and Brian talking this morning," he said quietly, never breaking eye contact.

Letty's eyes flashed for a second as she fought to retain control over her emotions. She started to speak but thought better of it, choosing instead to wait to hear if he had heard the entire conversation or just bits and pieces that she could explain away. She hoped it was the latter but knew by the expression on his face that it wasn't,

"We shouldn't be parents because we're 'fuck ups'?" he spoke softly, the hurt evident in his voice.

"You shouldn't have heard that, Dom."

"Oh so because you didn't know I could hear you it's okay for you to be glad that you lost a baby? Our baby?"

"Fuck you." She spat, sitting up and wrapping her arms around herself. "It was probably a false alarm. And even if it wasn't, not being pregnant is not something I'm fucking happy about. I wanted to be pregnant, Dom. I wanted a part of you that I could keep with me forever. Besides, I figured you would love a kid more than you loved me."

"What the hell does that even mean?"

"Forget it. You didn't love me enough to stay, you would have pulled the same disappearing act whether there was a baby or not."

"I get it, Letty. You're mad. You have every right to be. But this is fucking ridiculous. You don't get to turn this into another way that I'm a fucking asshole. You didn't tell me we could have had a baby. In a whole pile of my fuck ups, this one is yours. Deal with it."

Letty jumped up and tried to storm out of the room. She gasped when he reached out one arm to grab her around the waist and pull her down onto his lap, holding her there while she struggled. When she stopped he spoke, this time with sadness in his voice instead of anger.

"Why shouldn't we be parents? What's so bad about us? I love you, I always have. You know I would love our baby too."

"Seriously?" she whispered, letting her head drop to his chest so she wouldn't have to face him as she spoke. "We're career criminals, Dom. We fight all of the time, we are supposed to be in prison, and people try to kill us on a regular basis. We kill people."

"Brian and Mia have Gracie. They've done all of the shit we have. Do you think they shouldn't have had her?"

"Brian and Mia aren't criminals. He was a cop – by definition he's a pretty morally sound guy. Even when he's doing bad shit, he's still a good person. And Mia, she was just born into the wrong family."

"What does that even mean?"

"Mia's a good person. She would be driving a Volvo to soccer practise if it wasn't for us."

"Probably." He admitted, kissing her on the top of the head. "I still wish I had known, though. I fucked up by leaving, I know it. But it doesn't mean I don't love you. It means I'm an idiot."

"You are," she said with a sad smile. "But I love you, too."

"I know." He whispered. "And one day I'll deserve it."

Czech Republic, 2010

Letty grimaced as she leaned her injured arm against the wall to steady herself. She was perched on the edge of the bathtub in her room in a rundown hotel. She kept her eyes trained on the pregnancy test sitting on the edge of the sink, cursing herself for buying the three minute test instead of the one minute brand.

"Come on," she muttered, absentmindedly placing her good hand over her stomach. "Longest three minutes of my fucking life."

Letty had made a deal with herself when she bought the test: if it was positive she would deal with her anger towards Dom and then go home. Mia would know where Dom was, no matter how many times she said that she didn't, and Letty was sure that a baby would convince Mia to give up that information.

When the timer on her cellphone went off she stood on shaky legs and walked the few short steps to the sink. She fumbled as she picked up the test, dropping it on the floor when she tried to flip it over to read it. Bracing herself against the sink, she swore under her breath as she struggled to lower herself to the floor. The limitations of her injured body infuriated her as she let herself fall to the floor, landing unceremoniously on her back. She grasped at the floor around her until her fingers closed around the hard plastic beside her head.

Letty held the test over her eyes but, at the last minute, squeezed her eyes shut. Her fear over finding out the truth annoyed her. She wasn't supposed to be scared, she didn't do scared. But at that moment she was almost as terrified about the possibility of being pregnant as she was to find out that she wasn't.

It took a solid five minutes before she grumbled at herself to man up and face the truth, whatever it was. She opened her eyes slowly, taking a few seconds for her eyes to focus before she looked at the single pink line staring her in the face. Her heart sank as she realized that there was no reason for her to go home ever again.

Maldives, present

It was a few days later when Letty was alone in her house, doing laundry and watching tv, that she heard a soft knock at her door. She smiled brightly when Leon let himself in and sat beside her on the couch.

"Been avoiding me?" he asked with a grin.

"Kinda," she admitted, wishing that she wasn't folding one of Dom's shirts as she said it.

"Thought so."

"You let me hate him for a long time. I feel like an asshole acting like it never happened, but I kind of have to if I want shit to work out with him."

"It's not like it's surprising," he said with a shrug. "Dom's, like, your kryptonite."

"My kryptonite, really?" she laughed. "Read something other than a comic book for a change."

"You're one to talk. Have you ever read a book, Let? Can you read?"

"Tell you what, you put something in alphabetical order without singing the alphabet song to yourself and then we'll talk."

"Are you sure?" he asked, the humour gone from his voice.

"About the alphabet song? Yeah, I've had that shit down since I was like five." She joked, frowning when she saw the look on his face. "He's trying, Le. He really is. Besides, I've loved him since I was a kid. One more try isn't gonna kill me."

"Uh…"

"Okay, bad choice of words," she said, flinching. "But really, he found me. He's trying so hard. I'm not gonna stay miserable just to spite him. I love him."

"I know you do. And I can't change that."

"What if you could?" she asked, already knowing the answer.

"I can't watch this, Letty. I can't sit here and watch you fall back into his arms. I love you, and if I told you that I wouldn't come running the second you need me again I'd be lying. But I'm not going to wait for him to hurt you again, I can't. You need to leave. Both of you." He didn't look at her until he had finished speaking and when he did he hated himself for the shock and hurt he saw written on her face.

"Fine." She said, nodding. "We'll be gone by the end of the week – we'll leave with Brian and Mia."

Leon stood, avoiding her gaze as he walked quickly across the room and pulled open the door. He knew that if he looked at her again he would take it all back. Before he could change his mind he pulled the door shut behind him and hurried across the beach to his own front door.

Fb - L&L when dom's in prison. He admits to someone (Mia or Jesse?) that he loves her, they tell him if it wasn't for dom she would love him too.

Los Angeles, 1995

"Could you please shut the fuck up!" Jesse hissed, throwing a pillow at Leon. They were on opposite sides of the basement, each on their own pull-out sofa bed. It was close to three in the morning and every time Jesse started to fall asleep Leon would sigh or huff or get out of bed and pace for a few minutes.

"Go to sleep, Jess," Leon replied, wrapping a blanket around his shoulders and crinkling the packaging of the box of Oreos that was on the pillow beside him.

"I would love to! But you are the loudest fucking person I know."

"Fine, sorry, I'll be quieter. Go to sleep and leave me alone."

"Well I'm awake now." Jesse said, sitting up. "What's going on, why are you acting like a girl?"

"It's nothing. There's nothing wrong. I just can't sleep."

"Gotcha." Jesse nodded. "So are you going to talk to her?"

"Talk to who?"

"Mia. Tell her that spaghetti isn't really your favourite so that she'll stop making it every Tuesday. That's what the drama queen bit is about, right?"

"Uh, yeah. Yeah, I'll talk to Mia tomorrow."

Jesse stared at Leon, dumbfounded. "Letty, idiot. Wow, you seriously thought… wow. You're stupid. Are you going to talk to Letty?"

"What the hell am I supposed to say, Jesse? Tell her that I love her, that I want her to be with me instead of crying on my shoulder about him? That'll go well."

"Okay, so it's not perfect. But you're miserable, telling her would probably fix that."

"Or it would end our friendship and I wouldn't have her at all. No offense, Jess, but relationship advice from you might actually be worse than advice from Vince."

"Fine, then go tell Mia that you're in love with her brother's girlfriend and you two can have a heart to heart."

"She's not his girlfriend," Leon growled.

"She may as well be. Either man up and talk to her or figure out another way to deal with it because I need some sleep."

Leon just nodded, glaring at Jesse not because of what he said but because what he said was true.

"She'd love you, too, if it wasn't for Dom." Jesse added quietly, laying back down and pulling the covers over his head.

"Shut up, man. We have to be at the shop in like four hours." Leon said to Jesse's already snoring form.