Chapter 16

"You're a lucky girl you know," he said as he put the finishing touches to the cast on her right arm. "This could have been a lot worse," the doctor stated with a friendly smile.

Letty studied his features as he worked on her broken arm. He had gentle eyes and a nice smile. She thought him a little young to be a doctor though.

"Do you have someone you can call?"

"What?" Letty asked, only half paying attention. The pain pills were starting to take effect.

"You're going to need someone to drive you home," he replied. "Is there someone I can call for you?"

Letty scratched at her head. This whole time she hadn't even thought about her totaled car. She racked her brain for who to call.

"Here," she said as she reluctantly scribbled his number down with her left hand, "but please don't tell him about..."

"Of course not. That's confidential," he smiled, and headed out of the room to use the phone.

The drive home from the hospital took forever and the pain from the bumps and bruises she'd received in the wreck were settling in. She took a deep breath and rolled down the window.

"You okay?" he asked, his face full of concern.

"I'm fine," she muttered, inhaling the smoggy LA air. They were getting closer to home.

"I still don't understand," he started.

"You don't need to," she replied somewhat harshly, her head starting to throb.

"But... I thought you guys were cool. Why did you call me instead of him?"

"Vince..." Letty snapped, warning him with her eyes to stop all the questioning.

She laid her head back against the headrest and closed her eyes.

Vince turned the stereo on quietly and she found the low vibration of his subwoofers to be somewhat relaxing...and truth revealing.

"I'm pregnant."

"What?" he asked nonchalantly, flipping through the channels on the stereo. He obviously hadn't heard her.

"I'm pregnant," she clarified, this time loud and clear.

"What?!" he yelled, almost slamming on the breaks.

"Jesus Christ Vince," she snapped, "I was already in one fuckin car accident today. I don't need another one."

"Shit girl, I'm sorry," he apologized, slowly regaining control of the car. "This is just...holy shit, does Dom know?!"

"No," Letty grumbled, half pissed that Vince would just assume it was Dom's, "and he's not going to," she added.

"What?!" Vince exclaimed, "Letty, you can't do that. He deserves to know."

"V, drop it. I don't wanna talk about it anymore," she snapped.

"You brought it up Let."

Letty sighed. He was right. Maybe she just needed to get it off her chest.

"Oh shit, I didn't even think...is the baby okay? I mean, from the accident...or...shit, how pregnant are you?" he babbled, and she immediately regretted saying anything in the first place.

"Yeah, it's fine," she replied, as she thought back to the sonogram the doctor had done. She'd seen the baby's heartbeat...

"Six weeks," she said softly, tears starting up in the back of her eyes as she remembered why she'd gotten in the accident in the first place.

He'd said they could never work...

He'd said it was a mistake...

"Look V, just... please don't tell him, okay?" she said quietly, allowing her left hand to rest lightly on her stomach.

"Yeah, don't worry Let," he smiled a little, resting his free hand gently on top of hers.

...

"Ugh," Letty muttered, as she attempted to shield her eyes from the bright morning sun coming in through the blinds. Her head was officially throbbing. So much for a mild concussion, she thought.

"V?" Letty groaned, hoping he was still sitting in the chair in her room where she'd last seen him. She didn't want to open her eyes again for fear of an even worse headache. "Can you grab me those pills?"

She heard him grab them and take two out, placing them in her left hand.

"Here's some water."

Letty's eyes immediately flew open at the sound of his voice. That deep, gravely voice that she knew so well...

"Why didn't you call me?" he asked, taking a seat next to her on the bed.

"What?"

"From the hospital...you called Vince. Why didn't you call me?"

Letty sat up, snatching the glass of water from his hand and chasing down the pills.

He had some fuckin nerve.

And Vince... some fuckin friend he was...

"What do you care Dom?" she barked, and he was taken aback by her harsh attitude.

"Letty I don't get it. Vince called me and told me you'd been in a wreck so I rushed right over. Why did you call him instead of me?"

The dumb look on his face made her even more furious.

"Get out," she snapped.

"What?"

"You heard me."

"Letty, what the fuck is your problem?"

"Dom, seriously, get the fuck out of here!" she yelled, completely and utterly disgusted with everything.

"Jesus Christ Letty, your fuckin crazy. Calm the fuck down. I'm not going anywhere," he said sternly, trying not to raise his voice.

Her heart was beating a zillion beats per minute. How did he have the power to make her so furious?

"Let..." he gently pushed a stray strand of hair from her face but his hand was met by hers, pushing it away harshly.

He was a real asshole.

She thought about punching him with her cast.

"Don't you have a girlfriend you need to be gettin back to?" she snapped.

"I'm where I need to be Let," he replied softly.

Letty felt nauseous and laid back down, pulling the covers tightly up around her chin. She was too tired to argue with him.

Dom swivelled his legs up onto the bed and lay down next to her, resting his large paw on her stomach, immediately sending waves of shivers up her spine. As furious as she was with him, his touch was surprisingly comforting. She closed her eyes and they lay in silence. He would reach up now and then and run his fingers lightly through the ends of her long wavy hair and she would get shivers all over again. After a while, she began to nod off.

"What happened to us Let?" Dom asked softly, just as she was about to fall asleep.

"What do you mean?" she asked, opening her eyes, looking over at him.

"I mean, how did we get here? We used to be so happy..."

"A lot happened Dom."

"I wasn't easy to live with...you know...after Jesse," he stated, and she wasn't quite sure where he was going with it. "I don't blame you for leaving."

Letty had no idea where this was coming from but figured it was pointless to talk about it. He'd already told her how he felt yesterday.

"Look Dom, it's over," She mumbled. "Like you said, we can never be. Too much has happened."

Dom lifted his hand from her stomach and ran it over his smooth, bald head.

"I'm so confused Let," he said, and she noticed his voice getting shaky. "I know I said that stuff. And it makes sense. I should be with Debbie. She loves me."

"And you love her," Letty stated and Dom didn't reply, simply stared past her, looking at the wall. "Dom, do you love her?"

"Yeah," he replied, and Letty's heart sank just a bit.

"I do love her," he stated once again, "...but not the way I love you."