How We Live Our Life
SUMMARY: 2 months after the last truck heist, things are returning to normal, but can Dom and Letty make it through some new challenges.
DISCLAIMER: You recognize someone, I don't own them. I make no profit.
AN: I am not the best writer, so you will just have to deal. Thanks again to Doc and Strawberry Delight for helping me, I love ya.
Thanks shakira1981 for being the first to review my story. I dedicate this chapter to you. Here's some more Letty and Dom for you.
~Michelle
Chapter 2
Dom's POV
I must be overreacting. There has to be a reason why Letty didn't come back to work. Shit, it's not like I'm her mother and have to know where she is at all time. I'll just go home and find out why she didn't come back to the garage.
Pulling into the drive and parking behind Letty's car, I kill the engine. The house is dark, not a single light on. OK, now I'm getting worried again. Is she not there? She has to be here, her car is. She would drive it if she were only going 3 blocks down the road. She has to be here.
Why would she sit in the house, in the dark? Something's happen, I know it. I walk up the front porch stairs. Hesitating before turning the doorknob to enter. What would I find? Pushing the door open, the hinges seemed to scream at me for some WD40. I enter, reaching for the light switch and flicking it on.
Scanning the front hall I turn to my right and my eyes fall upon Letty peacefully sleeping on the living room couch. Sighing, I let the tension leave my body. She must have fallen asleep when she came home for lunch. I hear the team pulling into the drive and getting out of their cars, arguing about something.
I walk the short distance to the couch and sit down as soft as I can on the edge of it. I don't want to wake her just yet. She looks so peaceful. God, how I love this girl. I must have sat down a little to hard. Her eyes fluttered open, a small grunt escaping her lips.
"What time is it?" She asks me groggily, pulling her arm up to shield her eyes from the overhead light.
"7:45," I reply.
"What!!!" she exclaims bolting upright. "I had things to do today," her voice comes out sounding put out.
"Well, your not goin ta get 'em done, at least not today," I tease and she shoots me a venomous look.
"Aaaagggg!!!!!!" she says in frustration. Just then Leon, Vince, Brian and Mia decide to make their entrance still disusing loudly something about unloading in third. They all come to a halt in their conversation and give curious glances towards me and Letty. I decide to continue.
"Letty, it's no big deal, you just fell asleep," I tell her calmly. I can tell that she is not very happy with herself. Shit I'd be pissed too if I missed out on a day working with the cars.
"Ya, and ya needed it," Leon joined in on the conversation breaking the few seconds of silence. "You looked like shit this mornin and you weren't getin anythin done anyway." Both Letty and I give Leon the look and he shuts up. Leon never knows when to keep his mouth shut. His comment seems to set Letty off.
"Forget it," she spate. "I'm goin upstairs before I punch one've ya." With that she stood up. Not wanting to let her get of the hook of telling me what's wrong I intended to follow her up stairs. She didn't even make it three steps in the direction of the stairs before she started to collapse.
Time seemed to come to a painstakingly slow pace. All my mind could think of was to catch Letty before she hit the ground. I had never moved so fast in my whole life, even in my father's 69' Charger. Within a fraction of a second I held her in my arms.
What the hells going on here? I ask myself. "Letty," I said letting some of the fear escape into the tone of my voice. I don't care about the other people in the room; I just want to know if Letty is all right. My usually cool and calm attitude crumbles when it comes to her.
"What's wrong? Why did she just collapse?" I here the other people in the room ask, but I pay no attention. I pick her up the rest of the way, her head falling against my chest. Her body was trembling with chills and I could tell that she had a fever.
She stirred. My heart stops, God Letty wake up. As if hearing my silent plea her eyes flutter open. Letty looks up at me with confusion in her eyes. She looks around to get her bearings, and her eyes come back to me.
"What the hells goin on?" she said.
"You passed out and I caught you before you hit the ground. God Letty, what's this all about, you're scarin the hell out of me?" I said.
She looked over my shoulder and around once again at the other people in the room and then shouted, "What the hell are ya'll lookin at." With that the group decide that Dom should talk to her and they all dispersed to other areas of the house.
"Put me down!!" She was trying to push away from me, but I tighten my hold on her.
"Oh no you don't, I taking you up stairs," I tell her.
"Dom, I just stood up to fast and blood rushed back to my head, that's all. So let me down."
"I'm sorry to tell you this Hun, but you do look like shit. Your goin to bed and I'm takin you there." I knew that she defiantly wasn't feeling well when she shut up. If I were to tell her that when she was well, I'd get slugged. I walk up the stairs; Letty in silent submission.
Entering our room, I laid her down on the bed.
SUMMARY: 2 months after the last truck heist, things are returning to normal, but can Dom and Letty make it through some new challenges.
DISCLAIMER: You recognize someone, I don't own them. I make no profit.
AN: I am not the best writer, so you will just have to deal. Thanks again to Doc and Strawberry Delight for helping me, I love ya.
Thanks shakira1981 for being the first to review my story. I dedicate this chapter to you. Here's some more Letty and Dom for you.
~Michelle
Chapter 2
Dom's POV
I must be overreacting. There has to be a reason why Letty didn't come back to work. Shit, it's not like I'm her mother and have to know where she is at all time. I'll just go home and find out why she didn't come back to the garage.
Pulling into the drive and parking behind Letty's car, I kill the engine. The house is dark, not a single light on. OK, now I'm getting worried again. Is she not there? She has to be here, her car is. She would drive it if she were only going 3 blocks down the road. She has to be here.
Why would she sit in the house, in the dark? Something's happen, I know it. I walk up the front porch stairs. Hesitating before turning the doorknob to enter. What would I find? Pushing the door open, the hinges seemed to scream at me for some WD40. I enter, reaching for the light switch and flicking it on.
Scanning the front hall I turn to my right and my eyes fall upon Letty peacefully sleeping on the living room couch. Sighing, I let the tension leave my body. She must have fallen asleep when she came home for lunch. I hear the team pulling into the drive and getting out of their cars, arguing about something.
I walk the short distance to the couch and sit down as soft as I can on the edge of it. I don't want to wake her just yet. She looks so peaceful. God, how I love this girl. I must have sat down a little to hard. Her eyes fluttered open, a small grunt escaping her lips.
"What time is it?" She asks me groggily, pulling her arm up to shield her eyes from the overhead light.
"7:45," I reply.
"What!!!" she exclaims bolting upright. "I had things to do today," her voice comes out sounding put out.
"Well, your not goin ta get 'em done, at least not today," I tease and she shoots me a venomous look.
"Aaaagggg!!!!!!" she says in frustration. Just then Leon, Vince, Brian and Mia decide to make their entrance still disusing loudly something about unloading in third. They all come to a halt in their conversation and give curious glances towards me and Letty. I decide to continue.
"Letty, it's no big deal, you just fell asleep," I tell her calmly. I can tell that she is not very happy with herself. Shit I'd be pissed too if I missed out on a day working with the cars.
"Ya, and ya needed it," Leon joined in on the conversation breaking the few seconds of silence. "You looked like shit this mornin and you weren't getin anythin done anyway." Both Letty and I give Leon the look and he shuts up. Leon never knows when to keep his mouth shut. His comment seems to set Letty off.
"Forget it," she spate. "I'm goin upstairs before I punch one've ya." With that she stood up. Not wanting to let her get of the hook of telling me what's wrong I intended to follow her up stairs. She didn't even make it three steps in the direction of the stairs before she started to collapse.
Time seemed to come to a painstakingly slow pace. All my mind could think of was to catch Letty before she hit the ground. I had never moved so fast in my whole life, even in my father's 69' Charger. Within a fraction of a second I held her in my arms.
What the hells going on here? I ask myself. "Letty," I said letting some of the fear escape into the tone of my voice. I don't care about the other people in the room; I just want to know if Letty is all right. My usually cool and calm attitude crumbles when it comes to her.
"What's wrong? Why did she just collapse?" I here the other people in the room ask, but I pay no attention. I pick her up the rest of the way, her head falling against my chest. Her body was trembling with chills and I could tell that she had a fever.
She stirred. My heart stops, God Letty wake up. As if hearing my silent plea her eyes flutter open. Letty looks up at me with confusion in her eyes. She looks around to get her bearings, and her eyes come back to me.
"What the hells goin on?" she said.
"You passed out and I caught you before you hit the ground. God Letty, what's this all about, you're scarin the hell out of me?" I said.
She looked over my shoulder and around once again at the other people in the room and then shouted, "What the hell are ya'll lookin at." With that the group decide that Dom should talk to her and they all dispersed to other areas of the house.
"Put me down!!" She was trying to push away from me, but I tighten my hold on her.
"Oh no you don't, I taking you up stairs," I tell her.
"Dom, I just stood up to fast and blood rushed back to my head, that's all. So let me down."
"I'm sorry to tell you this Hun, but you do look like shit. Your goin to bed and I'm takin you there." I knew that she defiantly wasn't feeling well when she shut up. If I were to tell her that when she was well, I'd get slugged. I walk up the stairs; Letty in silent submission.
Entering our room, I laid her down on the bed.