Title: Through Another's Eyes

Rating: T

Ship: Dom/Letty

Description: A background, foreground and future fic surrounding Dom and Letty and the circumstances involved in the movie. Answering a lot of questions the movie left open.

Disclaimer: I wish. The things I could do with Dominic. ;)

Chapter 19

Letty's POV

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In the days after I'd told Dom about the baby, things had been comfortable between us. For the first time since his return from Lompoc we actually seemed like ourselves. Mia called everyday to let us know how Vince and Jesse were doing. She went to see them both every day and was keeping a close eye on them. Vince was out of ICU, giving the staff hell and teasing Mia. Jesse was still in ICU but he'd woken up and was doing much better. Dom had relaxed considerably knowing that both Vince and Jesse were going to be fine. He carried so much guilt over what happened, still does, and not even the news that they were ok could dissuade that. Mia never mentioned Brian, she did tell Dom that things were starting to look up on her end with regards to the cops and she'd keep us informed. But she never mentioned him specifically or even indirectly, and Dom never asked.

Even with the progress we were making Dom and I were still not sleeping in the same room. We were doing better, believe me, but we weren't there yet. My ribs were healing well, I'd had a check up with an American Doctor who was now living south of the border and he'd basically given me a clean bill of health. The swelling around my ribs had gone down and the breaks were healing well. The bruising on my face had faded away to nothing and the baby was doing great. All possible physical reasons for keeping Dom out of my bed were gone, but that didn't mean that I was ready to have him back. To his credit Dom was really good about it. Every night when I went to bed and he settled on the sofa he never complained. He never said a word, and never pressed it. Unfortunately for him he was starting to deal with a pregnant woman and not just his fiery Latina girlfriend.

All I can say is that it must have been my hormones; I don't know what made me go off like that. I mean, I know… but I don't know. Does that make sense? I know the underlying reason I was upset but I had no idea that it would come out the way it did.

One night it was getting late, we were sitting on the sofa with Leon watching some stupid movie. It finished and Leon went off to his room, I yawned and stood to go to mine but I stopped at the doorway. I turned back around and watched Dom as he got the pillow from a hall closet and a blanket and got his 'bed' ready for the night. Suddenly I was so angry at him. I don't think I have ever been that angry in my life. He was just about to lie down and I pounced.

"What the hell are you doing?" I yelled at him. God I think I may have even screeched.

"What?" Dom looked up at me completely in shock and totally confused.

"Why are you doing this?"

"Lett, you gotta help me out here, I have no idea what you're talking about?" His voice remained calm and full of confusion. God, thinking back on it now I feel so bad for him. He couldn't have known what he was dealing with.

"Why are you doing that?" I said indignantly pointing towards his makeshift bed on the sofa.

"Doing what? Setting up for bed?"

"Yes" I yelled again, the volume control on my voice was seriously malfunctioning.

"Because it's late and I want to get some sleep" He replied gently.

"Don't patronise me. Why haven't you tried to sleep in my room with me?" That got his attention. His eyes widened and he seemed to realise that this wasn't going to go away quickly.

"I didn't think you wanted me to." He sounded so small in that second.

"I don't."

"Then what's the problem?" Dom shook his head. The poor boy.

"Why don't you want to?" I asked him like a petulant five year old.

"I do want to Lett. I do, believe me, I do." His voice was soft like he was trying to calm a wild dog, and I suppose he kind of was. I think by that point though he was starting to catch on to the hormone fuelled rage that was overwhelming me.

"Then why did you just accept it? Why didn't you at least ask me? Once you would have fought me over it."

"No I wouldn't have." His voice stayed calm and soft no matter how loud, and angry, and high pitched mine got.

"Ok, no you wouldn't have. But you would have asked." For the first time since I'd started this fight my voice dropped and the screech left it.

"Yes I would have." He agreed and that only served to anger me further. But then, the state I was in, I don't think there was anything he could have said or done to placate me.

"Then why haven't you?" The five year old returned to my voice and my manner.

"Because I didn't think I had a right to."

"I'm having your god damned baby and you don't think you have a right to sleep in the same room as me?" I don't know why that had pissed me off so much. Hell I don't know why I did anything I did that night. But that really pissed me off.

"I hurt you. Through my actions you have broken ribs. No, I didn't think I had a right to."

"God you're an idiot. Bloody stubborn Italian asshole." I muttered turning my back on him.

"Lett?" He was still so confused. And my irrational ramblings were only serving to confuse him further.

"Ask me damn it!" I yelled whirling around to face him.

"Fine. Can I sleep in your room with you?" He was starting to lose his patience; his fists were clenched by his side.

"No."

"Jesus Christ woman! You are driving me insane here. What do you want? Tell me, what do you want?" He reached forward, taking my upper arms in his large hands and pulling me closer to him so we were eye to eye.

"I want you to want me." I countered; my voice full of rage.

"I do." He answered, his own voice barely containing the anger that was rising in him.

"I want you to want to fight for me." I looked him straight in the eye and I could see something change in his. Like a light bulb had gone off or something.

"I am." His voice returned to its gentle, soft register.

"I want you to know that I love you and I don't know what's going on at the moment or what to do." I was starting to go from irate to emotional. My voice wavered with slight trepidation.

"I do." His hands on my arms loosened their grip but they didn't let go.

"I want you to want to make everything ok." I started to feel like crying. All the anger left me as quickly as it had possessed me and what it left in its wake was worse. Fear. Suddenly all the fear I'd been suppressing was bubbling up to the surface and I know that Dom could see it in my now watery eyes.

"I do want to." His eyes were pleading with me to believe him. I did believe him.

"I want you to tell me everything's going to be ok."

"Everything's going to be ok." He whispered abandoning my arms to wrap one of his around my waist and brush my cheek gently with the other.

"I want… I want… I want you." The next thing I knew I was kissing him. Dom was so stunned he didn't react at first. He just stood stock still while my lips assaulted his. He came round though and wrapped his arms around my waist pulling me close against him. As Dom started to kiss me back with equal intensity to my own all the anger, the fear, the sadness, it was all replaced with a lust a thousand times stronger than any passion they had evoked.

I pulled Dom in to my room, kicking the door closed behind me and tore his clothes off with an urgency I hadn't felt since that first time after he'd been in lock up.

Dom started sleeping in my room after that night.

TBC…

AN: Hi everyone! Thanks for all your well wishes. I'm feeling much better now, so it's writing time. Hope you enjoy this chapter, can't wait to hear from you all. I love checking my email and seeing all your reviews there. I'm a review junky after all, and I'm in desperate need of a hit.

Until next time...