Letty's POV
I just stood there, my chin touching the floor as Dom showed me the shipment. Brand new turbo charger, exhaust system, computers, racing suspension, the works. Jesse had transformed the old PC in the garage and was going to help Dom build his own concept car. I couldn't wait to start.
That was the beginning, the beginning of the end, I guess. I suppose some of it was my fault, I had come up with the idea about the trucks. Harry just wouldn't let Dom run his tab for all of our cars, and I had wanted a piece of the action. The last one just didn't feel right. Race Wars was a lot different for me that year; I had just found out that I was six weeks pregnant. Truthfully, the idea scared the shit out of me. The team could barely take care of itself, how on Earth could I bring a child into the mix. I guess it didn't really matter. I hadn't told Dom.
I knew, as soon as my car stopped rolling and skidding across the desert road. I just knew, like I could feel the little heart beat within me stop. I couldn't bring myself to look at Dom from the backseat of the Skyline. He promised to meet us in Mexico.
I never told him, about our child; I just figured he would blame himself for the loss. We haven't really talked much since he got to Baja; there's just too much shit between everyone. I know he blames himself for all of it, for Jessie's death, for Vince's injury. I just can't bring myself to tell him it's not his fault. He didn't tell me why his shoulder was hurting him so badly, yet I never asked. It was like everyone in the house was dead: breathing, but not living. The air was so heavy with sadness.
I walked into our room, one evening, and found Dom lying on the bed, bottle of tequila in his hand. He was drinking so much more now, I guess he needed it to drown out the pain. Neither of us spoke as I gently took the bottle and sat it on the side table. Gingerly, I climbed into the bed and nestled into his lap. For a moment, I thought he might push me away, but he wrapped his large arms around me, and I sank into him. His chest tensed, and I felt a warm tear drop on to my forehead. I didn't say anything as I let him cry, I just let my own desperate tears fall. "Dom," I finally said, turning up to face him. His eyes were red and swollen, his lips were cracked and dry. He looked like he'd been straight to hell and back; I know he'd had.
"Dom, I've always looked up to you," I smiled sadly, wiping a tear away from my face. "Hell, I've worshipped you since I was a kid. This is not your fault, Dom." I stroked his cheek gently. "You've always been my hero."