Well here comes the next chapter. No baby yet, but soon I promise. By-the-way, the Spanish in here comes from Alta-Vista, I am horrid at languages (expect English and sign, which doesn't translate well into story form.), so I apologize for any inconsistencies there. I hope you like it. *Smiles*

Part 5

Leon's POV:

Now I know why Jenny found a midwife for Letty instead of sending her to a doctor. The hospital was dirty, noisy and overcrowded. Jenny looked around for a moment then handed Morgan to me.

" Here hold him for a minute." She started rummaging through her purse and finally pulled out a wad of American money. She walked to the counter and started talking to the secretary in rapid Spanish. After a heated argument she slammed the money down on the counter and the nurse showed us back to a private room.

" Money makes the world go 'round." I teased as I set Morgan down on the bed.

Jenny sat on the edge of the bed and looked at the open wound. " How ya doing, Hero?"

" It really hurts." He whimpered.

Jenny pulled off the towel and cringed at the blood. She looked over the wound and sighed quietly. " I know sweetheart. Just be brave; just be brave." She held his hand and wiped off his face. She turned and looked at me. " Thanks so much for driving me."

" No problem." I flopped down in a chair just as the doctor came through the door.

" Hola Senora. ¿Qué se parece ser el problema?" Hello Ma'am. What seems to be the problem?  The doctor asked.

"Mi hijo cortó su abierto su cabeza. El corte es muy profundo. My son cut his head. It is very deep. " Jenny carefully turned Morgan's head towards the Doctor, but couldn't make out a word of this conversation.

The doctor looked at the wound. "Esto necesitará varias puntadas. We'll entumecido primero entonces cierra la herida." This will need several stitches. We'll numb it first than close the wound.

Jenny nodded and the doctor left the room.

" Is it gonna hurt?" Morgan questioned.

Jenny squeezed his shoulder. " Maybe a little, but Leon and I will be right here."

I stood up and walked over near Morgan. " That's right buddy. It'll be alright."

After the doctor came back with a nurse they put Morgan to sleep at Jenny's request.  They put seven stitches in the cut and shaved the rest of his head. Jenny thanked the doctor and placed another wad of money his hand.

" God, that cost a fortune." I complained.

" Well worth it." Jenny started to pick Morgan up and paused. " He's getting so heavy, it's hard to pick him up sometimes."

" Here I'll take him." I picked Morgan for Jenny and rested him on my shoulder.

" Thanks." Jenny held the door open for me and we made our way to the car. " I should have seen something like this coming."

" Him trying to shave his head?" I questioned as I set him down in the back seat and buckled him in.

" No, needing a male role model." Jenny started the car and sighed. " I haven't dated since Tom. I was always afraid of getting in a relationship and having it hurt Morgan. Now, I've got two men living my house and Morgan's trying to be like both of them."

I looked back at Morgan. " Looks more like Dom to me."

Jenny laughed out loud. " Too True." She glanced at the clock radio. " It's already noon. Rosemary will be come and gone by the time we get back. I hope they handled it okay. Rosemary doesn't speak English that well, I hope I taught Letty enough Spanish to get by."

" I suppose Dom's getting an earful when we get back."

Jenny winced. " No, actually, I'm gonna apologize. Since my mother bear syndrome has passed; I feel guilty about trying to tear off his head. Ya know I just remembered, since we're in town I should stop by the St. Beto's Church."

" Sounds Catholic, due for confession?" I questioned.

" No," She turned down another dirt road. " I'm not Catholic."

" Then why go?"

" Letty asked me to talk to the priest about a consecration ceremony for the baby."

" She did?"

" Yeah something about family tradition or something like that."

" Don't know anything about that." I shrugged my shoulders as we parked onto the street next to a massive stone church. " She never talked about her childhood much." I paused. " I've never heard anything about before she moved to L.A."

She sighed and turned off the engine. " Could you watch him for me? I'll only be a minute."

" Sure." I leaned back in the seat as she got out and shut the door. I watched her go up the stairs and go through the heavy wooden doors.

I sighed and looked back at Morgan, he was still sound out, the white bandage wound around his head. I heard someone laughing and turned to see a blond washing a filthy church bus. I summed her up pretty fast: sleeveless shirt, high neck line, no cleavage to be seen, but she wasn't small up top, faded jeans, a nice ass, tanned skin longer hair. I looked back at Morgan and got out of the car.  He wandered over to where she was cleaning and handed her the rag she was reaching for.

She blinked, than looked up at him. " Oh, hi there. Thanks." She smiled gently at me, her green eyes sparkling.

" This thing is a mess." I laughed.

" Everything in Mexico is a mess." She scrubbed the side some more than rinsed it off with the hose. " Even church property."

" It's nice of you to wash it for them."

" Well it needed to be done and I'm the happy volunteer."

" Lucky you." I ran my hand through my hair.

She smirked, than sighed. " I wish I could fix the engine."

" I could." I volunteered.

" Really? I don't think the church could pay that much." She wiped the sweat off her brow.

" I didn't say anything about charging you. I'm Leon by the way." I extended my hand to her.

She wiped off her hand on her jeans and shook my hand. " I'm Mary, it's nice to meet you. But I can't let you fix it for free, that would cost you too much."

" Nothing to it. Do you know where Rico's garage is?"

" Yeah it's down a few blocks."

" Hopefully I'll be working there soon. Come by tomorrow and ask for Leon. If I come around I'll see what I can do for ya. If I'm not there then I'm staying down the way. With Shanye O'Connor, she's..."

" An artist I know I love her work. I recognized her car. Don't see too many vintage classics around here."

I looked back at the baby blue '67 Mustang and nodded. " That's for sure. You into cars?"

" Not really. I just know my beautiful packages. I grew up in Detroit."

" That explains it. You've got that soul-town shine to your eyes."

" Thank you." She touched my arm and cringed at the sound of crashing dishes. "Oops looks like they need me in the kitchen. I hope to see you later Leon."

" You too." I echoed as I walked back to the car.

Jenny walked out of church just as I reached my door.

" All set." She grinned. " I'll be off to Hell in hand basket."

I laughed and we started down the road to her gallery. " You know I doubt Dom will hold the whole mother-bear thing against you. I mean it is your house."

" I know. I think that bothers him. He's used being to head of the house huh?"

" Yeah, King of streets in L.A."

" What about you?"

" What about me?" I looked at her strangely.

" What are you like?"

" Just one of the lackeys."

" Ah, so you're not gonna tell me." She smirked and looked back at Morgan. "He's everything to me; he's my whole world, all I have."

" You don't have any other family?"

" Not that considers me living."

" What's that supposed to mean?"

" It means I left on bad terms and I can't contact them for fear the cops'll find me."

" That can't come get you."

" Yeah, but the Mexican government probably doesn't want another murder in their fair country."

" Think they would really go to all the trouble of getting you."

" Any cop that found me would make detective in a minute. I've got a friend back in Seattle that watches the cases that get covered."

I watched her lock her jaw as I asked. " Can I ask you something?"

" Shoot." She sounded stressed again.

" What are you running under the hood of this thing?"

She laughed out loud. " Is that hello to you guys? Nothing runs under that hood; it's metal turning against metal. Running, is what I do when dinner's on fire and I'm on the other side of the house."

I laughed and we pulled into the driveway. " You don't know a thing about cars do you?"

" Leon, the first time I rode in a motorized vehicle was the bus that took me to Seattle when I was eighteen." She picked up Morgan with a grunt and I got the door for her.

" How is that possible?"

Letty's POV:

" What did I miss?" I asked as Dom walked into Morgan's brightly colored room; Jenny had recently re-painted it in a Spiderman theme.

Dom picked up a razor off the counter and looked at the blood on the floor.

" It wasn't your fault." I told him as I realized what had happened.

" I know, but Jenny's ready to kill me." Dom lamented and started cleaning the bathroom.

" Jen'll be fine once she calms down." I sighed and scratched my head. " I'm going down and get something to eat. You gonna be okay?"

" Yeah." Dom scowled, before I reached for his hand.

" You couldn't have known. Don't worry about it." I kissed him and made my way downstairs.

I ate my breakfast alone. The smell of coffee was so tempting, but I knew better despite the craving. After a clearing my plate I went back upstairs to catch a shower. Dom was leaning against the wall of our bedroom talking on the cell-phone he'd brought last week. He nodded at me and went back to talking.

After a nice long shower I got dressed and went to find Dom. He was sitting in the library reading his e-mail.

" How's Mia?" I asked and rubbed the sharp pain that hit my back.

" She's going to classes again."

" Well that encouraging. Brain still doggin' around?"

Dom sighed and pointed out the line that said Brain was doing well. " He's helping her pay for college."

" He should, tanked her first scholarship."

" Saved Vince though." Dom pointed out stubbornly, " and let me go."

" Yes, yes point out all the good qualities in him, make me want to like the bastard again. Despite the fact that he lied to us for two months and tried to send us all to jail." I kissed the top of Dom's head and inhaled deeply. " I love you."

He looked up at and smiled. " I love you too." He shut off the internet-site and held me at arms length. " It suits you."

" What the belly?" I jiggled my stomach a bit, waking up the baby.

" No, just being a mother." He touched my stomach. " It's moving."

" The baby is not an it. That makes it sound like an alien from the x-files." I scowled at him.

" Sorry, but we don't know whether it's a boy or girl. I need a pronoun." He joked.

" Okay we'll call the baby Ed." I smiled watching his jaw drop.

" I'm not naming my kid, Ed, boy or especially girl. It's terrible."

I laughed out loud. " I don't want to name the baby Ed, just call i…I mean him or her Ed until the birth."

" Almost said it."

" But I didn't."

" Why Ed?" He looked exasperated.

" Last night I couldn't sleep so I went into the upstairs living room and turned on the TV.  There wasn't anything on, but I found this anime that had a character named Ed I couldn't figure out whether Ed was male or female, so the baby is Ed until birth." I grinned widely.

" You drank coffee didn't you?" His eyebrow arched.

" No. But on a side note, I think my hormones are going off again. So its not my fault." I swatted at him as the doorbell rang out. " Oops, there's Rosemary. Time for round 10 or 11."

" You fight with her that much?"

" Yes."

" Do you think its smart to argue with her? She probably knows more about this stuff than you do."

I rolled my eyes. " Once you meet her you'll understand." I opened the door and forced a smile for the pushing woman. " Hi Rosemary. Jenny's not here, so we'll have to get along."

She narrowed her eyes and looked at me suspiciously. " Hola Leddy. We will make do." She turned and looked up at Dom. " Who is this?"

" This is Dom. The baby's father." I told her.

Rosemary ignored Dom's outstretched hand and looked him up and down, before scowling, " Late better than not. We look you over now." She pushed me towards the living room.

I snapped my fingers. " Dom, I forgot the paperwork I got from the hospital. Could you go upstairs and get it?"

" Sure thing." He walked away from us and up the stairs.

I sat down on the couch and let Rosemary take my vitals. She pulled out her scale and motioned for me to set up on it. Dom walked back down in time to hear Rosemary announce.

" Five pounds more, very good. Man must be helping."

" Something like that." I smirked looking at Dom, who handed me the papers. "Here the doctor gave me this; said you should look at it."

" Why you at doctor?" Rosemary glared at me.

" I didn't have a choice I thought I was going into labor."

" Why you not call me?"

" I didn't have your number." I ground my teeth together.

" Bah! Poor excuse." She looked over the papers. " Nothing serious. Doctors strange people. Think they know things that no do." Her broken English meshed into rapid Spanish again.

All I could make out were few words here and there about college and experience or something like that. She poked my finger again and tested my blood again. " All is fine. We take another look next week. Eat more. Sleep more. Rest more. Do less than you do. You are too busy!"

" Yes Rosemary, but if I do nothing I'll go crazy and that wouldn't be good for my baby either!" I seethed after her list of demands. I just hated when she told me what to do.

" I know things more than you."

I resisted to the urge to roll my eyes. " Of course."

" You be good." She shook her finger at me, than looked at Dom. " No hands on her."

Dom arched his eyebrow at me and mouthed 'what the hell is she talking about?'

" Rosemary, write down what you want and I'll have Jenny translate it." I handed her a pad and pen.

She scowled and ranted in Spanish as she wrote. I'm sure it was complaints about people not speaking Spanish and living in her country. After finishing the note she left in huff with a simple goodbye and a slam of the door.

" Phew." I flopped down onto the couch. " I will kill that woman after Ed is born." I smirked mischievously at his groan.

" I don't like that name. And are you sure that woman is all together?"

" No. I don't think she is at all, but Jenny says she's the best and I don't have a lot of choice expect to trust her."

" I guess you're right."

" I'm always right."

" Oh really?"

" Really." I grinned, before realizing that he was pinning me against the couch. "No, Dom, don't you dare...." I couldn't make out another word, since I was laughing. I hate being ticklish.