Chapter 15

Letty awoke to hugging the toilet again, just another painful reminder that yes, Dominic had indeed knocked her up. She almost had to laugh, like the five pregnancy tests that she'd taken with Mia weren't enough to convince her.

"Ugh," she muttered as she stood up, washing her mouth out with Listerine. She had to be at the garage in forty minutes, and she wanted nothing more than to just crawl back into bed, to try and escape reality through sleep.

After a quick shower, she threw her wet hair into a ponytail and searched for her oversized cargos. She found them amongst some oil stained wife beaters in a pile on the floor when her cell phone rang loudly on the night stand. She grabbed it and flipped it open.

"Yeah?" she asked when she saw his number, her voice tired and irritated and overflowing with morning sickness. She wanted to kill Dominic.

"Hey."

"What do you want Dom?" she snapped, holding the phone to her ear while trying to step into her beat up cargos.

"Are you coming to work?"

She wanted to tell him to go fuck himself, that no, she wasn't coming. Just like he hadn't come in in the past two days.

"Yeah," she gave in,"why?" she snapped, her patience treading on a thin line.

"We need to talk," he replied.

Letty laughed to herself. If he only knew...

"Yeah. We do."

"Okay, well then I'll just see you in a bit?" he asked.

"Yeah, whatever," she flipped the phone shut and shoved it in her pocket as she rifled her brain, trying to think of what he could possibly want to talk about.

"Dick," was all she could mutter while thinking of the way he'd been acting lately.

Her stomach rumbled again and she ran to the bathroom, only to find it to be a false alarm. Letty immediately gave up trying to grab breakfast, it was obvious she wouldn't be able to hold anything down. She snatched her keys off the coffee table and headed to her car.

She arrived at the garage at quarter til nine, part of her wondering why she'd even come. She was somewhat intrigued to find out what Dom could possibly have to say. Her stomach rumbled once more, reminding her that she had some news of her own to tell him. She thought about not telling him, but quickly realized it just needed to be done. Get it over with. Deal with it.

She was surprised to find Dom standing at the counter, almost proper like, and he smiled when he saw her.

"Hey."

"Hey," she replied as she met him at the counter.

"Thanks for comin in," he said, holding out a small Starbucks cup with a wrapper on it.

"What's this?" she asked, taking the hot beverage from him.

"Thought maybe you could use some," he smiled.

Coffee? She never drank coffee. He was weird.

"Oh. Well, thanks," she replied, smiling a bit as she took a sip. "So what do you wanna talk about Dom?" she asked, cutting to the chase.

"Well, why don't you go first. You said you had somethin to tell me," he inquired, and Letty shook her head.

"Uh, uh," she said reluctantly. "You called me. You go first."

"Okay... um..." He started as he scratched at his head. "Well, basically I just... I just wanted to say I'm sorry. I overreacted the other night," he stated.

"Dom, it's..."

"No, let me finish," he asserted, and Letty leaned back against the counter and took another sip of the coffee Dom had gotten her. "It was wrong of me to act like that Let. I never shoulda got in that guys face. But... When I saw him with you...touching you... I dunno... I got possessive. And I'm sorry. It's just...part of me felt like you were still mine," he said softly.

A tiny smile crept onto Letty face and she took a step closer to him.

"Dom, I... I have to tell you something..."

"But then I realized..." he continued, "you're not mine. Haven't been for a long time. I guess a part of me thought you could be...I mean ... I thought maybe we could..."

"Dom seriously," Letty laughed,"you'll wanna hear what I have to tell you," she smiled.

He took her hand in his, and looked down into her eyes.

"Letty I know that we can't work. I thought we could... but... so much has happened. I mean, you came back into my life...and my whole world turned upside down. I started to question my relationship with Debbie, and then...not to mention the night we... well, you know...it was a mistake and..."

Letty dropped her hand from his and placed it on her stomach. She was nauseous...

"Let, you okay?"

"I'm fine," She snapped, tears welling up at the back of her eyes. She squeezed them back.

Stupid. She was stupid to think it could work.

She wanted to vomit, or... punch him. She had to get out of there.

"I gotta go," she said, stalking out toward her car only to be drenched by the sudden torrential downpour of rain.

She quickly fumbled for her keys as Dom ran out after her. She found them and shoved them into the ignition. She peeled out of the lot, leaving Dom standing clueless, soaked in the rain.

The tears that she'd kept at bay were now surfacing. They came hard and fast much like the rain that hit the roof of her car. Letty never cried. It was hormones, she told herself. She was crying so hard she cold barely catch her breath. She wiped her tear stained face with the sleeve of her fleece jacket, only to be met by a new batch of tears.

He'd said they could never be. He'd said it was a mistake...

She didn't see the car. It was raining way too hard. Her 240 SX jolted hard as it was swiped on the passenger side... It flew across the road and smacked into a guard rail, coming to an abrupt stop.

She opened her eyes, only to find that all she wanted to do was close them again. She didn't know what had exactly happened, but she was pretty sure that it shouldn't be happening to pregnant people...